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finelinefae · 11 months ago

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flower [tattooH x Innocenty/n]

synopsis: harry's the boy next door, he's also a tattoo artist aannd y/n's sexual awakening because she's an innocent virgin with a flower shop.

word count: 8.6k

content warnings: smut (fingering, daddy kink, praise kink, virgin Y/N)

read part 2 here

my first imagine !! i hope u enjoy it !! i enjoy it here very much !

. . .

Y/N had been having a terrible week.

She owned a flower shop called 'Sweet Juniper' which had been hers for almost an entire year. It had been her dream to share her love of flowers with everybody so when she finally saved enough money to set up a shop, she worked tirelessly to make it the best possible floral shop the town had ever seen.

People would put in special requests if they needed flower arrangements for special occasions or others would just come by to just lift their mood a little bit if they were having a tough day. Y/N loved her customers and spent so much time chatting throughout the day all whilst tending to her plants.

But this week was not fun.

The shop next door had been empty for a long time now - ever since Y/N had set up shop. She lived in the flat above the shop so it was ideal not to have to handle any neighbours. But the past few weeks, decorators and construction workers had been making a lot of noise - fixing up the empty shop - which meant someone was moving in.

Y/N hadn't met them yet so she wasn't sure what the shop next door would be. The town was relatively quiet so she expected a bakery or maybe a clothing boutique. Only yesterday, with the shop all set up and ready to go, she found it to be nothing of the sort.

It was dark and music pulsed through the walls of her flower shop. The heavy bass made it sound like someone was trying to fight their way through the floorboards she had painted a very, very light pink.

Her customers had complained especially the older bunch. They had trouble concentrating whenever they tried to talk to her or hear her advice on what the best flowers were during the current autumn season.

So after a not-so-fun week and frequent visits to the corner shop to top up her headache medication, Y/N made the decision to confront her new neighbour and tell them exactly how she felt. She wasn't going to let her flower shop fail because of an inconsiderate, noisy fool.

Y/N flipped the sigh from 'open' to 'closed' and took off her apron which had her name in swirly handwriting embroidered onto the breast pocket. She took three deep breaths and mentally went through her speech. She wouldn't be unkind but she would be fair.

"You can do this Y/N," She said to herself before she exhaled and opened the door to walk five steps over to her next-door neighbour.

She hadn't seen the shop properly since the decorating was completed so was immediately struck by how dark it was in comparison to her own shop. It was painted black with illustrations and pictures of people's tattoos set up in the shop window.

The pavement was lit up in the darkness by the red neon lights coming from inside the shop. Everything about it was so different to her baby pink and white flower shop.

The sudden thought of turning back and going upstairs to her apartment almost tempted her enough to turn away but she knew the problem would not be resolved if she were to sit by and do nothing.

Her Mary Jane heels tapped against the pavement as she came to stand in front of the door. It seemed as though the shop was still open, so she pushed the door and stepped inside.

The smell of tobacco and musk and ink hit her senses as she closed the door behind her. The heavy bass of the music was now pounding through her ears. The nerves were rising within her and turning back seemed much more tempting now.

She spun on her heel and reached for the door handle, only to be stopped by someone clearing their throat.

"Are you here for a tattoo?" His voice was deep, husky and... pretty.

She turned around and was met with a tall figure standing in the doorway to the back of the shop. His arms were by his side and he was wearing a black, fitted shirt with black trousers and low cut doc martens with red laces. His face was illuminated by the red, neon sign on the wall with the words 'Styles INK' written in a grungey font.

"T-tattoo?" She gulped, the script she had rehearsed over and over again was nowhere to be found like the words had silently fallen from her brain, through her nose and slipped from her mouth before she had time to speak them out loud.

He walked to the front desk, footsteps heavy against the wooden floor. "We don't take walk-ins this late at night if that's what you're after."

The tone of his voice made her tremble in her heels. She curled her fingers into a fist and tried to stop her heart from beating so fast. "I-I'm not here for a tattoo. I-I'm actually from next door."

His head lifted up, she could finally see the colour of his eyes were a pale green and his hair was curly and brunette. "Ahhh," He dropped the pen he was fiddling with on the desk, "The flower girl."

She huffed, "Yes, that would be me."

"M allergic to flowers." He said.

"W-what? Why would you set up shop next to a flower shop then?" She asked.

"Only place that offered a space with an apartment." A breath slipped past her lips.

He was not only her shop neighbour but her neighbour neighbour too.

Well, this just made things a bit more awkward.

He came in front of the desk and leaned against it, crossing his arms. Y/N saw every inch of the skin on his arm littered with tattoos and even caught a glimpse of his ring-clad fingers. "Listen, if you're not here for a tattoo then why are you here? I need to close up so I'd appreciate it if you were quick with whatever it is you came here for."

Y/N swallowed her nerves, "Your music is too loud a-and it's driving my customers away."

"What was that?" He wanted her to repeat herself.

"Y-Your music, it's much too loud and my customers are c-complaining." She wished she didn't stutter but at least she got what she needed to say out.

"My music?" His eyebrows scrunch up.

"Yes." She nods.

"What about your music?" He retorts, "s all I can hear when I'm upstairs."

She immediately blushes and wonders how long he has been staying in the apartment upstairs. Y/N was so used to not having neighbours that she hadn't thought to turn her music down or take a break from her lonesome karaoke nights.

"That's different."

"If I have to hear you sing to that broken-hearted, bubble-gum pop princess every night then you can't complain about me playing my music like I have." He argues.

"B-but I don't play it in the day like you do! It's so loud! It is - hey quit laughing!" She huffs when he snickers at her.

"M sorry, you're just so little." He laughs. "Maybe that's why I haven't seen you since I've moved in."

Y/N crossed her arms, "I'd just appreciate it if you turned your music down a little, just so my customers can shop for their flowers in peace."

He says nothing. Instead, his eyes scan her face and then fall on the rest of her. She was wearing light blue jeans and a pink, cosy sweater. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail with a white, silk ribbon and her heels were still on her now aching feet.

He smirks, "Alright, I'll turn my music down but you have to do the same. I don't want to hear you sing about Romeo and Juliet or running out of the woods at 11 o'clock at night when I'm trying to relax."

She turns pink but luckily the red light hides the true colour of her cheeks, "Fine." She huffs and turns on her heel, too embarassed to say anything else.

"It was nice to meet you, flower." He says and she swears she can hear him smiling.

Her entire face heats at the nickname.

***

The next day, Y/N walked downstairs to her flower shop and prepared for a new day. She spent the rest of her night after visiting the stranger next door, quietly listening to music in hopes he would reciprocate today.

She hadn't seen him since last night and part of her was grateful for that. He was tall and intimidating and covered in tattoos but his voice was just so...nice that she couldn't seem to get the thought of him out of her head since she walked out of his tattoo shop. It was embarrassing to admit and Y/N was awfully bad at hiding her emotions so she hoped that would be the last time she'd speak to him face to face.

When she flipped the sign on the door to 'open', she held her breath as she waited for the sound of heavy, rock music coming through the walls only to find complete silence. She smiled and mindfully tapped herself on the back for being brave enough to go over and stand her ground.

Her customers were happy with the change too. They stayed and chatted with Y/N for a while, bringing home their baskets of flowers. The day had been much more successful than the past week had and she was thankful things would finally get back on track.

After cleaning the shop at the end of the day, she walked upstairs to her apartment and immediately decided to get into her new cute pyjamas she had ordered from Hollister - long trouser bottoms and a cute tank top both covered in the same pink, ditsy floral print.

She made herself some dinner and snuggled up on her tiny couch with her pet cat, Marshel, nestling to the side of her. Y/N hummed in delight when she made the decision to re-watch her favourite Harry Potter movie- it was the best film for the autumn weather.

Ten minutes into the movie sounds of people speaking and loud music sounded through the walls of her apartment. "Oh please no," She looked up at the ceiling, praying that someone out there would put her out of her misery.

It could only be her new neighbour, the tattoo artist, the one with the nice voice.

She pressed her ear against the door of her apartment and from the racket of people speaking and how loud the music was, she knew he was having a party.

"It's going to be a long night Marsh." She sighs, picking up her kitty and carrying him to bed.

At 2 am, Y/N was still awake. The party was still going and the music had yet to quieten down.

Y/N had been tossing and turning all night. Tears in her eyes as she tried to sleep but couldn't because of the loud noises coming from next door. At this rate, she'd only get four hours of sleep before she had to be up again for the busiest day of the week at the shop.

She couldn't handle it anymore. She flipped her duvet off and swung her legs over the bed. Her eyes fighting to stay open as she stumbled for the door.

At this rate, she was so tired she didn't care how she looked. She just wanted the quiet.

She flung her front door open and already found herself outside the tattoo artist's door. She knocked but the music was so loud, the only thing she could do was invite herself in.

The door opened and suddenly she was in a whole new world. There was cigarette smoke and a strong stench of alcohol. It was dark but red LED lights lit the room. People were laying on the floor or sitting around chairs or dancing in the empty spaces. There must have been about thirty people but with how tiny the apartment was it felt like much more.

Y/N took a deep breath and began her mission to find the source of where the music was coming from. Everyone was much taller than her which made it harder for her to push past people, especially in their drunken state.

"Excuse me please," she mumbled.

"Flower," his voice made her freeze in place.

She stilled and spun round on her sock-covered feet, making a mental note to throw them in the trash when she got home.

The person standing in front of her looked the same, wearing the same all black outfit he wore yesterday. She could see the illustrations of his tattoos a little better this close and she could also see the anger that covered the features of his face.

"Y-you." She said through parted lips, unable to hide her fear or shock.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He grabbed her arm and pulled her to a corner of the room. He placed his hand on the wall behind her and covered her with his body like he wanted to hide her away.

"The m-music it's too loud and I-I can't sleep." She said, nearing on tears.

"You and your loud music." He muttered, "It's Saturday night. Shops aren't open on a Sunday."

"Mine is." She said.

"What?"

"I open my shop on a Sunday. I do work shops for little kids whose parents have to work on weekends and for elderly people who get a little lonely." It was her favourite day of the week but now she was dreading it because of the lack of sleep.

His expression seemed to soften but he rolled his eyes, "Of course you do."

"I just need to sleep for four more hours and then you can carry on doing whatever you're doing." He smirked.

"You've never been to a party before flower girl?" She shook her head and yawned.

Harry's smile fell and he sighed. He looked around at the party and then at the sleepy girl in front of him. "Fucks sake." He muttered and wrapped an arm around her.

Y/N's eyes widened when his hand rested on her shoulder. He tucked her into his side and quickly manoeuvred past everybody.

"Is that your new girl Styles?"

"Nice one, H."

"Have fun Styles."

"Ignore them." Harry told her as he reached their front door.

"Is that your name? Styles?" Y/N realised she had yet to ask what his name actually was.

"S Harry. You call me Harry." He says and she smiles at how normal and soft his name was compared to his dark and grizzly stature.

She hadn't realised what he was doing until he opened the door to her apartment. She gasped, suddenly wide awake and highly alert considering he was now in her very messy, untidy apartment.

"W-what are you doing?" She ran to her sofa and picked her blankets up from the floor before grabbing her bowl of popcorn from the coffee table that was littered with books and magazines she was halfway through reading.

Harry's eyes darted around her small apartment. The corner of his lips flinched into an almost smile when he saw the pastel colours littered around the place. It was so her - cute and cosy.

"You wanted to sleep." He said, "M helping you sleep."

Her mouth opened and closed in shock, "Helping me sleep?"

"Mhm, I've got these," He pulled out some earbuds from his pocket, "They're noise cancelling. Can't hear a sound when you've got them in your ears."

She looked at them in intrigue, "Where's your room?" He wondered, already walking in the direction of her bedroom like he'd been in her apartment many times before.

"My room's a little untidy," She tried to get past him so she could block him from coming into her room but he was much too tall.

"Don't care flower, just helping you out." He walked into the messy bedroom and paid no mind to the state of the floor. She'd never had a man in her room before so wasn't sure exactly what to do. Her apartment seemed so much smaller from his presence alone. "Get into bed, love." He pulled out his phone.

"O-okay," She said and tucked herself under her blanket.

It was strange to let a person she barely knew into the confines of her room but she was too tired to care and something inside of her trusted him.

He crouched beside her, resting an arm on her mattress. "Here put these in," He handed her the headphones, "Can you hear me?" He asked but received no reply, instead, Y/N giggled.

"I can't hear you Harry!" She laughed and something weird happened in his chest.

He smiled, "Tha's good." He murmured and put on a song he knew she would like.

Her heart stopped beating in her chest when the gentle piano music began to play. An instrumental of 'Cardigan' by her favourite singer whispered into her ears as he played it on a low volume.

"Sleep now flower." He encouraged.

"M name's Y/N." She whispered, her eyes fluttering shut, "You can call me Y/N."

"Y/N," He whispered back and the name seemed to unlock something deep inside of him. He said it once more for good measure before leaving her there with the music still playing.

***

Y/N woke up the next morning with a phone that was not hers resting right by her head. She had managed to fall asleep for four hours thanks to the man who she now knew as Harry. She felt as though last night was a fever dream and Harry had been a guardian angel, granting her sleep at last.

She could have slept in for another four hours but the shop would not run itself and she had many workshops on today that a lot of people had signed up for. She grabbed Harry's phone and made a mental note to give it back to him before she went to open the shop.

She made herself a good breakfast and fed Marshel as well, before getting dressed into a grey mini dress with a cute white collar and an encrusted black bow. She tied her hair back into a half up, half down and fastened it with a black bow to match her dress. She wore the same black Mary Jane heels and a bag with her packed lunch inside.

When she left her apartment, she listened out for any loud music coming from Harry's apartment only to be met with silence. She knocked three times- his phone in her hands- but no one answered.

She'd come back later, she thought. Maybe he was also catching up on some much-needed sleep.

Her first workshop of the day was with a group of children.

Their parents worked weekends and some of them were from the orphanage that they had signed up to help them develop new hobbies. Y/N knew them all by name and loved teaching them how to grow their own tomato plants and arrange flowers with cute bows.

An hour before lunch, she had a class with a group of mothers whose children had just left home. Most of them came because they needed a little company on the weekends when not a lot was going on at home or they wanted to pick up a new hobby.

In the midst of her basket weaving session, Y/N heard a phone ring. She glanced at the phone still on the front desk and saw the screen lighting up. "Excuse me ladies," she slid off the chair and walked over to Harry's phone.

Mike Supplier was the name on the screen. She wondered whether or not it was important and if she should answer it just in case. The phone stopped ringing for a brief moment until the name lit up the screen again.

"Seems important, Y/N." One of the ladies said.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and walked to the back room, pressing the green button to accept the call. "Fucking finally!" A gruff voice speaks on the other end, "I've got your stash when do you want it?"

"Excuse me?" Y/N blushed, not use to such aggressive language.

The person paused, "Are you Styles' new lady? Listen can you put him on the phone? I need to speak to him urgently."

Y/N was in shock, "I'm not his lady! I'm his neighbour."

"Well, whatever you are could you just pass the phone to him?"

"Give me a second," She huffed, entering the shop again and turning towards the ladies who were in deep conversation, "Ladies, I just need a moment to go next door." They nodded.

Y/N could hear Mike Supplier cursing over the phone even as she had it by her side. She noticed Harry's shop was still unopened so went upstairs instead.

She knocked on the door of his apartment repeatedly until she finally heard footsteps coming towards the door. His door swung open, "Can I help you flower?" Her eyes widened.

He stood in the doorway with nothing but grey sweatpants and socks. His bare torso was littered with tattoos and his brunette hair was clipped with a tiny claw clip.

"Your p-phone," She held it out to him. His eyebrows furrowed like he had a lot of questions as to why she had his phone but he took it from her anyway and held it to his ear.

"Yeah, yeah shut up." He spoke. Y/N could still hear Mike Supplier talking on the other end. "Come by this afternoon. I'll wait outside the shop and don't wear that dodgy fucking hat this time."

The conversation ended and Y/N stood awkwardly in front of him. "Well I should go,"

"Wait," Harry stopped her "Did you steal my phone from me flower girl?"

"N-no! You left it in my apartment." She argued.

"Oh yeah," he grins like he was thinking back to being in her room last night, "Your lips go all pouty and you snore when you sleep you know that? 'S cute."

"Hey," she huffed, "I do not snore!"

"Whatever you say baby." Her cheeks warmed at the new nickname he had accidentally added to the seemingly growing collection.

"W-well who was that anyway. He was a little rude." She mumbled.

"You spoke to him?" He arched a brow, "was he rude to you?"

"He swore at me,"

"Dick." Harry muttered, "He's my supplier."

"Oh like for the shop?" She asked. Harry could have sworn he was having palpitations from how innocent she looked.

"No baby," he smirked, "a different kind of supplier."

"Oh," she said, still not fully understanding what he was getting at, "Well I better get down to the shop. My class is waiting for me."

"Sure I'll come with you." He grabbed a sweater and his jacket from the coat hanger.

"Wait, what? No."

"I'm bored and I want to hang out with you." He shrugs, "I don't see how that's a problem."

"You want to hang out with me?" She couldn't make sense of it.

"Mhm," He shut the door of his apartment behind him, "Lead the way, flower girl."

Y/N argued with him as they walked back downstairs. She tried to push him out of the shop before he could even step foot inside but she was too small for his 6ft frame and he gently grabbed her waist and picked her up as if she weighed nothing, stepping into the shop.

All eyes turned in their direction. Y/N blushed and stuttered as she said, "L-ladies, this is my neighbour."

"Hi, I'm Harry." He said from behind.

The ladies looked confused and then concerned and then suddenly they were grinning ear to ear, slipping out of their seats to welcome their new guest.

"Oh Harry, you look as old as my boy! It's so lovely to meet you." Mildred, one of the elder ladies said.

"Nice to meet you too." He spoke in a warm, almost flirtatious way.

Y/N stood there in shock, her mouth opening and closing like she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Kathy and Lucy had already sat him in between them both and got him the things he needed to weave a basket.

"Are you interested in flowers Harry?" Julia asked.

He looked across the table over at Y/N whose cheeks seemed to be a shade of red they'd never even been before. "Only one."

"Oh well Y/N's an excellent teacher. We're making hanging baskets to plant daffodils in them for the spring."

"Hmm I guess I've come to the best place to learn then." His eyes remained fixed on Y/N who defeatedly picked up her basket to show Harry exactly how to make one himself.

"How are you so good at this?" Y/N whispered in awe as Harry finished his basket.

"These hands are good with fiddly things." He says.

"Oh that's wonderful Harry!" Kathy exclaimed, "You could take over Y/N's job. Might help her out and she can finally have a much deserved rest."

"S that right? You tired flower?" Harry murmured when he saw Y/N's eyes opening and closing as she leant against the desk.

"Not tried at all," she lied but Harry seemed to see right through her.

"Hmm," he frowned which immediately had Y/N standing straight and trying to disguise her exhaustion a little better.

"You hungry?" A tall shadow loomed in front of Y/N as she sat at the desk, processing payments for her classes and labelling the baskets for the ladies to take home.

She looked up and saw Harry, his voice now a familiarity after the last almost twenty four hours since she had met him. "A-a little." She decided not to lie this time since apparently, she was much easier to read than she thought.

"I've got food upstairs, wanna come up?" He asks.

"A-Are you sure?"

"C'mon little flower, I wouldn't be asking you if I didn't mean it." With a nod, Y/N locked up the shop for lunch and followed Harry up to his apartment. When she stepped inside, it was completely different to how it had been last night.

It was clean and tidy. A few boxes were lying on the carpeted floor of his open living room here and there, but for the most part, it was pretty neat. Y/N's eyes were immediately taken by the prints hanging up on the wall.

"These are incredible." She gasped, feeling particularly fond of a line drawing of a woman.

"It's my mother," He stood next to her, looking up at the drawing with her.

"You drew it?" She asked, wide-eyed.

"Mhm," He hummed.

"Wow, no wonder you're a tattoo artist," She glanced at the intricate tattoos littered on his arms.

"Ever thought of getting one yourself?" He asked.

"N-Not really, I'm no good with needles." She said, rather sheepishly.

He smirked, "Let's get some food in that tummy."

Twenty minutes later, Y/N and Harry sat on the small two-person couch eating sandwiches and a fruit salad they had prepared together in Harry's even smaller kitchen. Y/N giggled as Harry threw a grape into the air and tried to catch it in his mouth.

"T-tell me about your tattoos," Y/N insisted after taking a bite out of a strawberry. Harry's eyes looked down at her lips and back to her big, doe eyes. "What does this one mean?" She questioned, pointing to the words written in Hebrew.

"M' sisters name," He starts, "And that says 'Can I stay?'"

"Hmm, you have a lot of hearts." She said, fingers lightly touching the human heart on his arm.

"I have a lot of love." He grins, cheekily, like he knew the line was cheesy but wanted to use it anyway. He was glad he did from the smile it had formed on Y/N's face.

Y/N hadn't realised how close they had gotten until she felt his breath on her neck. Her voice wavers slightly as she tries not to think too much about it, "And what about this one," She points to the rose, her fingers tracing the petals.

"I did that one myself," He murmured, lips close to her ear.

"You did?" She said but it came out more as a whisper. She seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, her brain turning to mush and all her thoughts suddenly turning into Harry.

"Mhm," She glanced up and his deep, green eyes were already boring into her. Her eyes darted down to his lips and then back up again. "You're pretty," He mumbled, loud enough so she could hear.

She shook her head, "I-I don't think so," She was suddenly flustered and confused and wondering why her brain was not acting the way it usually did.

"I know so," His hand reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ears, and she shudders when his fingertips brush against her cheek. Slowly his head inches forward and the nearer he gets it feels as though more oxygen leaves the room. "Relax," He whispers, touching her hand, "You're okay flower girl."

"H-Harry, I-I've never kissed anyone before." She admits, embarrassment flooding her.

"What?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"O-oh, it's just that... I've never been k-kissed before."

"By anyone?" She nods. "Impossible." He whispers.

"We can stop if you want to," He says, his voice gentle and comforting.

"No," She wraps her small fingers around his wrist before he pulls away, "I-I want to,"

"Want to what?" He smirks, "You've gotta tell me baby."

"I want to k-kiss you," She blushes, it's all she seems to do around him.

"Cute," He murmurs before his lips press to hers.

Y/N's not sure what to do at first, her eyes are open and shock courses through her, but Harry's lips move against hers and he breathes, "Relax flower," He insists and she does.

Her eyes flutter shut and she mimics his movements. What he gives, she gives right back and a small whimper leaves her when he kisses her even harder. She starts to lose her breath with how long they kiss for but she's far too deep, floating too much, to pull away. She grabs the back of his neck and pulls him in closer, a groan eliciting from somewhere deep inside him. "Baby," The name escapes his lips and a shiver runs through her.

With panting breaths, she pulls away and so does he. Her face is flushed and his lips are pink, "You okay?" Is the first thing he asks, receiving a nod. "I think 'm a little bit obsessed with you." He confesses.

"M-Me?" She couldn't believe what he was saying.

"Don't think I've ever wanted anything more," He looks away like being vulnerable is a foreign thing for him.

"Why?" She can't help but ask.

He shrugs, "Sometimes it just is."

She thinks on his words before replying, "Can we kiss again?"

Harry chuckles, "Kiss me all you want flower."

. . .

Y/N had a permanent smile on her face the next day as she went back to work. People asked her what was making her so happy and she was constantly finding things to lie about instead of speaking the name of the tattooed boy next door.

An hour before lunch, the postman came to deliver her new ribbons for the bouquets and accidentally dropped off a package meant for Harry. Y/N couldn't help but smile at his name written on a brown box.

"Give me a second ladies, I'm just going to pop next door." Y/N grinned, ignoring the knowing looks of the ladies she was teaching.

As Y/N walked next door, her confidence seemed to shrink with every step. She realised she had yet to go to Harry's tattoo shop when he was actually working and she knew she would stick out like a sore thumb once she took a step inside. She was wearing a lilac dress and white heels, of course, she was going to stand out.

The bell rang as she stepped inside and a few customers looked up, some of them doing a double take at the small girl. Music played through the speakers but it was a lot less quiet compared to the first day Harry's shop had opened.

Footsteps walked on the wooden floorboards and Harry walked out from the back room. His eyes caught sight of Y/N and his frown immediately turned into a smile. He held his arms out for her and she quickly walked into his embrace. "Hi flower," He murmured into her hair.

"I came to drop off your package," She held out the box to him when he let her out of his arms.

"Oh," He took the package from her, "That's all?"

She bit back a smile, "Mmm, I may have something very important to tell you," She gave him a not-so-subtle wink.

He grinned, almost wickedly, "Well, do follow me this way to tell me this very important thing," He led her way from the waiting area and somewhere closed off and hidden from everywhere else.

When they were alone, he grabbed her hips and hoisted her up onto a countertop, knocking things over. "Harry," She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Shhh no more talking baby," He said before kissing her lips that he spent all night dreaming about. Their mouths were wet and hot against each other as they made out in a closet hidden away from Harry's customers.

His hands slid down her back and around her waist, pinching her hips, "Did you wear this dress f' me baby?" He murmured, the tone of his voice sending shivers up Y/N's spine.

"Wanted to be pretty for you." She told him. She had spent all morning trying to find a nice outfit to wear, not only for work but for when she saw Harry too.

"Fuck," He groaned against her lips, "Where have you been all my life?"

Y/N felt like a teenage girl getting all flustered and hot over a boy. She'd never experienced being with someone in this way before and now she had a taste for it and couldn't get enough of him. She had left Harry's apartment yesterday in a daze and she felt like she was still floating from the high of her first kiss.

He stood in between her legs and she subconsciously rolled her hips against him. She gasped in both shock and at the feeling of him against her, "You're okay baby," He soothed her, sensing her confusion.

"Feels good huh?" He pulled her hips into him again and she felt a moan bubble in her throat. "Have you ever touched yourself Y/N?" He wondered.

She froze, "N-no," She confessed, embarrassed.

"Nothing to be ashamed of baby," He comforts her, his words soothing the insecure part of her. He kissed her lips softly, "Can I visit you this evening?"

She nods without even thinking about it, "Please,"

He smirks, "Please baby? Please? What are you asking for?"

She didn't know, her mind was foggy and all she could see was him, "Everything."

His eyes darkened but his smirk never left, "'M polite little flower."

"Harry," She whined, burying her face in his neck.

Harry laughed and cupped the back of her with his hand, kissing her forehead, "I'll come visit tonight and you better be wearing those cute pyjamas," He knew she was smiling because he could feel her lips against his neck.

That evening after Y/N had closed the shop, she ran upstairs to her apartment and kicked off her heels. She ran around her living room, hiding things she didn't want Harry to see and flinging dirty laundry into the washing basket.

She walked into her very pink bedroom and pulled out her pyjamas, happy to finally be wearing something comfortable. She spritzed some of her favourite perfume and rubbed vanilla lotion into her skin.

Y/N sat on her sofa with Marshel seated by her feet on the carpeted floor. She switched on the TV and watched a few episodes of friends whilst continuing to finish her knitting project - she was making a blanket since one of the ladies from her group was pregnant and would be giving birth very soon.

She fought to keep her eyes open as she waited for Harry to knock on her door. His shop was meant to have closed twenty minutes ago so she assumed he'd be here by now.

Slowly, an hour had gone by and Y/N was getting worried. Her mind spun with insecurities and a sudden fear that something might have happened to Harry. She placed her knitting project on her coffee table and patted Marshel on the head. She walked to the door and slid her sock covered feet into her brown UGG boots.

The shop was not its usual LED red colour when she came to stand in front of the window, instead it was neon blue. Y/N frowned when she heard music playing from inside and checked to see whether the door was open.

Her hand pushed the door handle, the door swinging open and the muffled music suddenly became coherent. She could hear voices coming from the back room where Harry tattooed his customers.

Walking towards the sound, Y/N eventually caught the sound of Harry's voice amongst the group of people chatting. Her shoulders relaxed at the thought of him being here, at least she knew she'd be okay if he was there with her.

Turning the corner, her eyes landed on Harry with two other tattooed men, smoking something that - in Y/N's opinion - smelt a little strange.

Harry must have sensed her presence as he turned his head and caught sight of her hiding behind the corner wall. He smiled, "Hey flower,"

"Hi," She murmured, feeling embarassed.

"C'mere," He held out his arm for her and she scurried towards him, attaching herself to him by snuggling her body into his side. He put an arm around her, kissing her forehead. "I thought I was meeting you upstairs?"

Y/N frowned, "You took too long,"

He smirked, "M impatient girl," He nodded towards the two men he was talking to, "Y/N, these are 'm friends, Mike and Dan."

"Mike supplier," Y/N whispered, finally putting a face to the name of the man she had spoken to on Harry's phone.

He was tall and bald with a beard and looked to be in his forties. Like Harry, he also had tattoos but not nearly as much. Beside him was Dan who looked closer in age to Harry, maybe a little older. He was blonde but wore a cap on his head and a silver chain around his neck.

After Harry had finished smoking with his friends, he said his goodbyes and led Y/N upstairs back to her apartment. "What were you smoking? It smelt funny," Y/N asked,"

Harry fell back onto the couch and pulled her down with him. She lay on top of him, the smell of the smoke still lingering on his clothes. "'S just a bit of weed." He confessed.

Y/N gasped, "Weed? Is that legal?"

Harry looked at her amused, "Not here but it doesn't do much harm to me, been smoking it for ages." He twirled a piece of hair around his finger, "Does that bother you?"

She thought about it but the idea didn't really seem to phase her. As long as he was being safe and was using it in a healthy sort of way, she didn't mind. "N-no, not at all." Harry's smile widened into a grin. He didn't hesitate to kiss her, feeling her soft lips which had recently become his new obsession. They were so soft and red and kissable and made just for him.

Y/N didn't want him to stop kissing her whenever he did. She loved the feeling of her eyes fluttering shut and all of her senses just filling up with him. Harry pulled away, still cupping her cheek in his hand. Y/N's chest heaved up and down against him as she tried to catch her breath, "Breathe, flower." His heart ached when she looked up at him with swollen red lips, trying to catch her breath. "Lose your breath a little bit huh?"

"A little," She huffed.

"You're too cute."

Y/N kissed him again once she had caught enough air again. Harry sat up, pulling on the roots of her hair as her legs wrapped around him so she was straddling him. She whimpered, tugging on the fabric of his t-shirt.

"What do you want baby?" Harry mumbles against her parted lips.

"Take it off," She whispers, pulling on his shirt.

Harry does as he's told, pulling his shirt up over his head and revealing his muscular, tattoed torso. Y/N's eyes widened. She'd never seen something so beautiful, he looked as though he was one of those marble statues in a museum. "Eyes on me baby," Harry smiled, pushing her chin up with his finger so her eyes were looking directly into his. "What now?"

"I-I-I don't know," She blushed, losing her confidence now that they were no longer kissing.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want." He looked at her with a soft gaze.

"I-I don't want to disappoint you." She admits, her insecurities coming to the surface.

"Couldn't disappoint me baby, ever." She smiles, feeling secure in his words and his hold. Y/N leans forward and rubs her cheek against his chest. Harry's hands go beneath the tank top of her pyjamas, brushing her bare back. "If it helps I've never done this before."

She's shocked but she tries to hide it, "W-what do you mean?"

"Been intimate with someone."

She smiled.

She really, really liked him.

. . .

For weeks after, Y/N was obsessed with two things.

Her flower shop and her tattooed boyfriend next door.

When she wasn't working, she was with Harry, either cooking in his apartment or cuddling together on the couch in her living room. Harry had also developed a new taste for basket weaving, joining in on Y/N's Sunday classes with the elderly ladies in the morning.

In the short time they had known each other, Y/N had come to learn that Harry wasn't a morning person but he never missed a Sunday class even when he was exhausted from the busy day before at the tattoo shop. He would stumble downstairs with dishevelled hair and sleepy eyes in sweatpants and a hoodie, sitting in his seat between Mildred and Julia as they fussed over him.

Y/N had also grown a love for kissing Harry at every opportunity. She'd take many five-minute breaks, walking over to the tattoo shop and kissing Harry in the cupboard or visiting him in the alleyway behind the building where they'd make out against the brick wall. Even Harry had an addiction to his girlfriend's very kissable lips, sneaking out of his shop in between appointments to smother her in kisses in the storage cupboard.

"Hey Marshy little fur ball," Y/N bit back a grin when she heard the door of her apartment open and the familiar gruff voice speak to her little cat.

She swung her legs over her bed and paused the movie she was watching, running to the front door and leaping into his arms, "Hi flower," Harry murmured, inhaling the scent of her coconut shampoo.

Y/N nuzzled her face against his jumper and squeezed him tightly, "Hi Harry," She sighed, blissfully.

"Wanted to come see ya, hope tha's okay." He kissed her quickly.

"Course, I was watching a film in my room." She tugged on his hand and lead him to her bedroom.

Harry had spent nights in Y/N's room before. Sometimes he would ask her if it was okay if he took a nap in her bed whenever he finished work early because it was much comfier than his. She'd find him curled up under her blankets, hugging one of her stuffed animals to his chest with the hood of his sweatshirt over his head.

Harry removes his sweatshirt, leaving him in only sweatpants, before he crawls into bed and pats the spot beside him. Y/N turns on the movie but knows that neither of them has any plans of watching it.

With the amount of kissing they had been doing, Y/N hoped she had gotten a lot better. She realised Harry would often make small, quiet noises whenever she did something he liked, like tugging on his hair or sticking her tongue in his mouth.

It wasn't long before they were making out again on her bed. Her leg hooked around his hip and her hands in his hair as he gripped her waist, every now and then he would squeeze her ass remembering the first time he did it and how much she loved it from the soft moans that left her.

Y/N thought that kissing Harry was the best thing in the entire world but what she didn't know was that Harry had plenty more up his sleeve.

His hand slid from her waist and down to her bare thigh - she was only wearing pyjama shorts since her apartment was pretty warm. He squeezed her softly, "Can I feel you baby?" He asked.

Y/N froze, not sure how to react. "I-I-"

Harry cupped her cheek, "I know," He already knew what she was thinking before she even said anything, "We can carry on doing what we're doing if you prefer. It's no rush."

"N-no," She grabbed his wrist in both her hands. Y/N was a virgin but she wasn't afraid... Just inexperienced and that made her a little wary. But with Harry, she knew she wanted to allow that part of herself to him. Maybe not the whole thing but a little something.

"Y-you can feel me... I-if you like." She said, awkwardly.

Harry chuckles, "What about if you like, hmm?" His fingertip traced circles on her thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

"I-I would l-like that p-please." She whispered.

Harry grinned, "Only because you're so polite sweet girl."

Harry's arm slides between her legs and hooks his fingers around her pyjamas bottoms to pull them down her legs. Y/N inwardly praised herself for shaving the night before yet she was pretty sure Harry wouldn't mind either way. Harry tuts when he sees her underwear, "Did m' little flower get all wet from kissing on daddy?"

She felt the air leave the room and her body heat at the nickname. It was so dirty and yet she felt herself aching from his words. "Y-yes," She breathes.

"Yes what baby?" He kisses up her thigh.

"Yes daddy," She murmurs.

Harry eyes darken as he looks down between her thighs, "My good, polite girl." He pinches the flesh on her thigh and she feels her chest heave. Y/N gasps for air when his fingers trace the fabric of her underwear and her heart races even more when he moves her underwear to the side to see a part of herself no one had ever seen before.

"Fuck me," He whispers under his breath. "Prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

"R-really?" Y/N blushes, her cheeks hot.

"Don't think I've ever seen something so pretty."

"T-thank you, daddy." She whispers the last part but it doesn't stop the bulge from growing in Harry's sweatpants.

"Have you always been this needy when we kiss baby?" Harry murmured in her ear as his fingers part her pussy. He tries to stop himself from groaning at the slick wetness that coats his fingers.

Y/N gasps at the new feeling but is immediately overcome by pleasure as Harry begins to move his finger back up to her clit, "Harry," She whimpers.

Harry's quick to pull his hand away, "Nuh uh baby, that's not my name."

Y/N's head was all dizzy but she managed to reply, "Daddy, please," She whines.

"Barely even touched you and you're already whining," He tuts before rubbing his thumb over her clit and making small, slow circles. Y/N whimpers at the new sensation of intense pleasure. "Does that feel good flower?" He asks, nipping her ear as he murmurs against it.

"S-so good- so good daddy, so, so good." She babbles as he continues to tease her clit with his thumb.

"Who'd have thought I had such a naughty girl hmm?" She arches into his touch as he moves his finger in a certain way. She wonders how she managed to go on for so long without feeling something so blissfully delightful.

"Put your hand here baby," Harry instructs, reaching for her hand that wasn't currently scrunching the duvet, and placing it flat over the top of his, "Let me show you how to touch yourself. Watch daddy," Y/N's eyes look down to see his gold ring-clad fingers drenched in her wetness, his tattooed hand moving in circles as her rubs her clit. "This is how I want you to touch yourself when you think of me baby and when you're good, I'll make your perfect, little hole feel good too." Y/N gasps and clenches when he brushes a finger against her hole.

"I-I'm good-Please, I'm good," She mewls and her hand grips his wrist instead. She uses it as leverage to twist and turn into him, the pleasure overwhelmingly good she can't help but hide her face in his neck.

"You are good," He kisses her forehead, "My good girl." She nods at his praise, eyes shut.

Harry forces her legs a part and continues to pleasure her in a way she didn't know about until today. She writhes and moans beneath his touch as he whispers dirty things into her ear. "I want you to cum baby, think you can do that?"

"Mhm," She sighs, already feeling the bubble of pressure in her tummy. "F-feels - feel's s-so-"

"Feel good m'love?" He coos, "Cum f' me. Cum f' daddy, wanna see you soak my hand."

At his words, Y/N whimpers as she becomes increasingly sensitive the more he circles her clit. Harry feels as though he's about to explode as he watches her cheeks flush pink and she grinds her pussy against his hand as she rides out her orgasm. "That's it my little flower, so good." He praises her, feeling her shudder as she finishes coming down from her high.

She's panting heavily as Harry slides her panties back into place. "You okay?" Harry checks, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Y/N nods and instantly feels embarrassed, hiding herself in the crook of his neck. Harry chuckles, "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"You're lying," Y/N says, her voice muffled against him.

"Never gonna lie to you flower, never." He promises.

Y/N removes herself from her hiding place and looks up at him. Harry's heart bursts in his chest when she sees her sleepy, blissful gaze. He wonders where this girl has been all his life and how he managed to go this long without her. He was pretty sure he was falling in love with her but that was a conversation for another day.

"W-what about you?" Y/N looks down and sees the very noticeable bulge in his trousers.

Harry shakes his head, "Not today," He smiles, "We have plenty of time to experiment some more but think you've had enough experimenting for one night."

"Me too," Y/N curls into his side, not bothering to put her pyjama bottoms back on. "Having sex is exhausting."

"We didn't even have sex, silly girl." Harry laughs.

"Felt like it," She mumbles against him.

"I'm that good huh?" He grins, cheekily, "Just you wait baby,"

"The best," She slurs, yawning, "M so tired."

"Yeah? You sleepy baby?" He kisses her forehead. "Get some sleep m'love," He wraps an arm around her and tucks her into his chest.

"I like you very much Harry," She whispers, sleepily.

"I like you very much too." Harry replies, holding her close.

psa don't let strangers into your room... actually don't let anyone into your room

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (iii) - pt 1 pt 2

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : no one frustrates and confuses y/n more than matt

warnings : smoking weed, alcohol/drinking (i headcannon everyone 21+!), tension, sexually suggestive

mickey speaks : THIS IS LONG AS SHIT!!!! ngl im not obsessed w this part but u guys r the sweetest thank u for loving this story so far and for ur patience. part 4 definitely won't have as long of a wait.

THIS IS PART THREE GO READ THE FIRST TWO PARTS NEOWW

MATT hates hosting parties.

now that he and his brothers have hosted three of these "get together"s to promote the warehouse, he’s realized just how much attendees dont give a shit about respecting the space they're in. he found it to be a cool concept for sure: give out free tiny tats along with food and drinks for more exposure and networking. nick came up with it and it sounded perfectly easy way to build their brand and get to know people in LA.

except the first one was a complete mess, with chris constantly promoting the party (he mentioned it to almost everyone he talked to, encouraging them to bring friends along), frequent instagram posts dedicated to the event, and natural word of mouth the warehouse was suddenly overcrowded and trashed within the first hour of being open. matt barely got through that night without losing his temper or calling the cops to shut down his own party.

that’s not to say matt hates attending parties as severely as he hates to have his own. he’s more than willing to go out when he has a set time to leave and good enough company. he’s trained his anxiety to behave within those spaces so that he's not ruining his or anyone else's time. now it seems his anxiety only spikes when it comes to (what feels like) hundreds of people surrounding him in his space with no intentions of leaving until well into the morning. at that point he’d prefer to be at home, completely alone.

just as he does now that nick has dragged him out to a nearby liquor store to buy “goodies” for the event later today.

matt’s face carries his typical dry expression as nick stands next to him, hands resting on his hips, eyeing the various vodka bottles.

“nick, it’s alcohol not the fucking newspaper,” matt grumbles.

“i know that! i just don’t wanna choose the wrong one.” he defends.

“if they don’t like something i think we have more than enough to choose from at this point,” matt sarcastically nudges his arms that hold onto a wide selection of alcohol that nick has impetuously given him with quips of ‘okay, hold this one.’

“matt, i wouldn’t have brought you if i knew you’d be such a buzzkill, jesus.” nicks tsks.

“alright, don't say that like i was begging to come here, nick. i had no choice and-"

nick cuts him off swiftly, noticing a few girls have joined them in the aisle, “matt, move." nick guides him backwards with his hand, "you’re like, in the way.”

matt turns his head to see what exactly he was blocking, before turning back to nick and scowling, “‘m literally not in the way at all.”

“they might need to see all the options,” nick shrugs, going back to narrowing his options down while matt stands in slight annoyance, zoning out.

until he overhears the two girls call, “yeah it’s over here, y/n! come!”

and matt can’t help but turn and look (at an embarrassingly quick pace that he’d blame on his brain's pristine sound recognition and not that he wanted to see you, necessarily).

and sure enough your frame comes into view (clad in a sweatshirt and small pair of shorts), confirming that he did not mishear and you unfortunately were in fact the y/n called for. not wanting to deal with small talk, he immediately turns to nick, “the second one is best, nick. alright, let’s go.”

nick looks over to him, throwing his hands up loosely, “ohh, now you wanna be helpful whe-" he closes his mouth when he sees you over matt's shoulder, "did you know y/n's here?” his eyebrows draw together and he swiftly grabs a tall bottle of Absolut and places it in matt’s arms before walking around him (ignoring his hand’s poor attempt to hold nick back).

you’re too busy discussing which vodka tastes best with a few of your friends to notice nick walking up to you guys. you only look over once you hear a snap followed by a hushed “matt!”

you host a tender smile when you recognize the two tattooed boys, “nick? what are you doing here?” you glance from nick to matt who seems to be holding a full bar's worth of liquor while nick holds nothing but a tote bag and sunglasses he enjoys fidgeting with.

“y/n, i have a party i’m hosting tonight why would i not be here? now the real question is why are you here at 11:30 AM?” he jokes, squinting his eyes at you.

“same reason as you,” you shrug then realize you haven’t introduced your friends properly. “oh! and these are my friends; i texted you about bringing along, remi, erin, and andrea.” they each wave slightly as you gesture to them.

after an exchange of greetings and smiles (though you could tell matt’s was so phoney), nick backtracks, “okay but actually why are you here?”

“did you think i was joking? i’m getting drinks for your party!”

“i mean this in the kindest way possible: why?”

“i wasn’t gonna show up empty handed! it’s common courtesy to bring you guys something whether or not you ask.” you insist and matt fights the urge to roll his eyes.

he knows you have no mal-intent but god damn do you make yourself look so fucking pretentious.

“yeah, we’re trying to figure out what would be the best kind to bring right now,” erin chimes in.

nick immediately agrees, “oh my god, tell me about it. i was just struggling with that too!” and he turns to matt to validate, see! it’s not stupid to care about possibly buying the wrong thing!

matt just rolls his lips into his mouth, trying to give anyone a fucking clue that the conversation should be wrapping up by now.

“we’ll probably just end up getting pink whitney,” andrea reaches for the bottle on a nearby shelf.

matt can feel your eyes on him but he chooses to keep looking down at nick's ugg boots as if they’re the most interesting thing he’s seen.

you shift your eyes back to nick who’s still talking to andrea before you begin to speak, “well, i’m sure you guys are busy, you know, party planning.”

suprisingly, matt speaks up to agree with you, "yeah, you’re right actually. we are pretty busy."

nick cuts in with a shake of his head, “well, we’re actually not doing much before the party starts, honestly. we’ll probably just drop this off at the warehouse and set up a little, then go home, right matt?” nick shrugs to his brother who's eyes only widen with a look of question, “oh that's so true, matt!" he turns back to the girls with a smirk, "if you guys want you should come hang out with us now!”

matt wishes he currently had a free hand so that he could slap it over nicks mouth and drag him away before he sells his own kidney next.

"oh that's okay, we still have some stuff at home to do before we even think to get ready, but we'll be there tonight," you smile and look over to the girls who each agree.

"okay, we'll see you around then." matt tilts his head to the side encouraging nick to follow as he walks away.

"you have my insta so just dm me if you need anything. okay, bye! don’t forget swimsuits!" nick smiles and waves before rushing to catch up to matt who has already left the aisle.

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“i still can’t believe y/n was there, like what are the odds?!” nick giddily sighs and looks over to matt as the two walk out of the store.

“yeah, how fuckin’ weird," he murmurs, adjusting the brown bags in his hands to reach for the keys hanging from his belt loop. "small world, i guess.”

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“how the fuck are you so calm?” you ask in shock from behind the bat squishmellow you hold while sitting on nick’s baby pink couch, legs crossed.

“y/n, it’s like the teeniest, babiest tattoo ever,” andrea almost laughs as she takes another bite of a miniature rice krispy treat.

this “get together” at the warehouse has been a hit as far as you can tell. when you and your friends arrived it was already rowdy with people everywhere, music pounding, and bottles of alcohol scattered on the counters of a kitchenette (where you placed your own bottle of pink whitney, tied with a dainty white ribbon). you all found nick early on dancing in a crowd of people. he gave out hugs and easily convinced andrea and remi to let him tattoo them. after looking over the flash sheet nick made specifically for tonight, the girls decided to get matching cherry tattoos.

nick’s work area was so soft. he had bright hues of berry hugging his walls in the form of posters and paintings and faint creamsicle colored pillows to keep his couch company. when you all first walked in he explained how much he enjoys when clients bring in a friend so he had to make sure they had a comfy place to sit. you found nick so endearing in that since, he’s very caring and thoughtful despite his attitude at times (a far more understandable attitude than matt’s).

“it’s soo small,” nick adds, “i still think you two should get one,” he smirks looking over to you and erin huddled on the couch.

“hell no, i think i'm good for like another year," you shake your head and look over to erin while you gently run your fingers over your tattooed lower hip.

"yeah, absolutely not. i'm not even close to drunk enough to do that shit right now." she laughs.

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matt finds joint rolling to be the most satisfying part of smoking. the precision needed to perfectly fill, wrap, and burn makes him giddy in his own matt-kind-of-way.

after working on his last client (who wanted a somewhat abstract piece for the lowkey means of a “free tiny tats event”) and successfully sneaking through the crowd to grab a snack then sneaking back into his work area, he wanted nothing more than to get high alone.

he begins to gather his spare weed, grinder, and rolling papers from a spot tucked away in a drawer. he stops by his desk to turn his speaker back on, playing hushed kendrick lamar thorughout the space.

he taps his fingers along to the beat before sitting in a chair and displaying the items in front of him. he begins to grind the weed while humming, only to be interrupted fairly quickly.

"matttt!" chris peeks his grinning face through the curtain before taking it upon himself to walk in, "what are you doin' all alone in here?" matt pauses his movements with a sigh.

"no way you were rolling up and not planning to share? what the fuck?" chris pries in jest, rolling a chair over to sit in front of matt.

"dude, 'm so over this fuckin' party. i was planning to just smoke this and go nap on nick's couch or something." matt explains as he carefully lays the weed in the paper.

"you were barely even out there! got all your clients to text you whenever they got here." chris mumbles a scoff. "that is not the fuckin' point of this by the way, supposed to be meeting new people." chris rolls his eyes leaning himself so far into the chair that his back has practically met the seat.

"at least i'm doing something, you've only given like a tat or two all night," matt mumbles, slowly filling the white paper with weed.

because chris knows he's right he deflects the conversation to the reason he even came searching for matt in the first place. he clears his throat, playing with his fingers, "nick wants to take the girls up to the hot tub."

"thought we weren't allowing randoms up there anymore?" matt smirks at the memory of nick just hours before lecturing the both of them on what ground rules needed to be set so people don't demolish their shop for the fourth time now.

"obviously if they're with nick they're not just randoms." chris shakes his head, "pretty sure it's y/n and some friends she brought along. you remember that girl, right? she was-"

matt stops sealing the blunt to respond, "uh huh, i remember her."

chris lets out a breath, causing matt to finally look up and make eye contact with his brother (after spending their entire conversation too focused on rolling) in surprise at his pause in speaking.

"yeah, she's cool." chris yawns.

"i guess." matt says while finishing off the joint.

matt then lifts his hand up to give chris a view of his rolled joint. "stellar." chris smiles and matt hands it him, "swear you have a gift for this shit or somethin'." chris holds it in different angles near his face.

matt just shrugs and reaches for the tiny red lighter in his back pocket, "light that bitch up," he encourages chris.

"wait, no, let's save it for hot-tubbing."

"no? let's not? i didn't roll it for anyone but myself, let alone a group of barbies."

"be nice, matt."

"give me it, chris," matt rolls his eyes and signals with his fingers for chris to hand it over. “also who says i’m joining you guys in there?”

chris hands the joint back over to matt who’s immediately putting it in his mouth and bringing it towards the lighter’s flame, “nick wants the both of us up there, he thinks it’ll be fun.”

matt’s words come out quieter now that he’s speaking with smoke held in his lungs, “is he shit faced?” matt exhales the smoke as he speaks, “you know he thinks anything is ‘fun’ when he’s drunk.”

he takes another hit while chris explains, “no he’s actually really fuckin’ coherent, hasn’t had anything compared to me.” he smirks knowingly.

“not too much of this for you then,” matt exhales and passes the blunt over to chris. “so who’s gonna be hosting this party if we’re all on the roof?” matt asks squinting at him while playing with the soft edge of his graphic tee shirt.

chris’ face hides behind the smoke he releases, “we have dontae and claire working tonight too, they know how to deal with shit. i’m not too worried.”

“cool, so nick has contradicted himself twice already tonight, what happened to ‘one of us three should always be keeping an eye out’?” matt questions.

chris shakes his head, handing matt the smoked down joint, “literally how am i supposed to know why that kid thinks the way he does?”

matt licks his lips with a smile at his brothers comment then goes to hit the blunt once more.

“but i do know you need trunks on asap, brother.” chris lifts himself up, feeling a little looser now that he’s quite faded, and begins to dig through matt’s backpack in the corner of the room.

“why the fuck are my trunks just casually in my bag?”

“i put ‘em in there knowing you wouldn’t listen when we told you to pack them.”

“because i’m never getting in the pool at a party, that sounds terrible.”

“you think everything sounds terrible,” chris rolls his eyes throwing the plain black swimming trunks at matt’s chest.

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“‘kay so the game is just called, “i dare you…” but we’re gonna play it like drink or dare,” chris explains before taking another sip of his pepsi (he’s attempting to ‘sober up’ before playing a drinking game). “assuming the crowd knows what drink or dare is..?” chris looks around to everyone to confirm. there’s quite a lot of people in the spacious hot tub: you and your friends, the triplets, asha, and two of the triplets’ friends nathan and cameron.

when everyone nods in understanding chris explains something about the order to follow and how to discard any used cards, but you only loosely pay attention. instead, your eyes keep an unfaltering stare on matt who sits across from you with the shadows of his face highlighted light blue from the water below and a warm amber from the outdoor lighting above.

he wears his hair messy and his signature silver chain that reflects in the water harshly. you find yourself focusing on his tattooed hands (large in proportion to the joint he’s just finished rolling), and his pink tongue that has slipped out a number of times to lick at the joint and secure its shape.

he’s so into his own task he hasn’t even acknowledged your presence really. somehow that bothers you and attracts you to him at the same time. his face is so neutral as well, it’s not easy to find matt without a resting bitch face and an foul mood to match.

you feel andrea’s hand guide up your back, carrying water in its trail. you still continue in your curious trance until she leans down to your ear, “don’t start drooling now.”

you immediately look up towards her (as she’s sat on the ledge of the hot tub, cautious of her new arm tattoo). she barks out a laugh and you try not to laugh as well, punching the side of her leg instead.

“what did i miss? what are we giggling aboutt?!” nick excitedly asks as he climbs into the hot tub and sits in the empty spot to the left of you. you turn and greet him with a smile and he immediately hands you one of the many beer bottles he holds, “here, take one, pass it down.”

“oh it was nothing, thank you.” you reply when handed the final bottle.

nick nods before swatting at chris who still stands in the middle of the hot tub, “kid, you can sit down now, i think we all got it.”

chris looks over to nick, “you go first then, nick. i’ll queue up a few songs.” he shifts a floaty that holds a set of cards in it towards nick before taking a seat next to erin (you can overhear him introducing himself even though your attention is on nick as he draws).

“who’s the bright one who chose a game with cards to be done in water?” nick jokes finally looking at the card.

“i’m sure you can guess,” asha laughs next to him.

you watch as nick’s face welcomes a large grin upon reading his dare. “okay…i’m reading this out loud, right?”

“i thought ‘we all got it’?” chris jokes and watches nick deadpan, “yes, nick just say it.”

“this one’s easy, ‘i dare you to make one of the group members crack a smile in less than a minute.’” nick adjusts himself to face nathan, “nate look at me.”

“oh come on nick, nate laughs at everything when he’s drunk.” matt talks despite his lips closing over the joint he’s just about to light.

“i don’t!” nate says before looking over to cameron, who elbows his side, making nathan giggle and cover his face. “no! for real, try me nick.” he adjusts his expression to be serious but just as nick opens his mouth to speak nathan explodes in sudden laughter causing the rest of the group to laugh as well.

even matt laughs into his arm as he passes the joint to remi, next to him.

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as the group continued playing the dares leveled in dirty extremity. asha nibbled on cameron’s ear like a hamster, nathan texted a friend asking to have a threesome, cameron licked sugar off of andrea (who very much enjoyed it), until finally it was matt’s turn.

matt’s been far more sociable and charismatic this entire time spent in the hot tub than you’ve seen him before. but you can’t tell if it’s the weed and alcohol or even just the fact that he’s surrounded by a group with some of his close friends that’s bringing this out of him. you’re shocked the only nagging he’s done was to break up a small argument between his brothers and of course make fun of you, mouthing “you scared?” after you denied hitting the joint for a second time. you mouthed back “no” and rolled your eyes at him but his playful smirk never left.

matt hangs his head and stifles laughter after reading his card, “i dare you to bend over backwards and let the rest of the group spank you, chose who’s best.”

“oh my god!” chris’ laugh is higher in pitch now that he’s extremely high.

“guys i really don’t wanna,” he sighs.

“matt, don’t be lame! you’ll be the first one who’s drinking,” asha encourages.

“fuck this game,” he mumbles under his breath before adjusting himself to lean over the hot tub, everyone laughing at the sight. it was fun to see matt so unserious for once.

after taking turns to hit matt’s ass, he decided the fourth person’s was the best, per his dare’s request, and nathan celebrates with a throw of his hands in the air.

remi then performs a trust fall with the person she trusts least in the group, cameron (who she told there was no hard feelings since they’d only met today), making it now erin’s turn.

she blushes at her card before reading aloud, “i dare you to give a lap dance to the hottest person in the group.” she bites her lip in embarrassment but nonetheless leans over to chris and requests a song in his ear.

chris smiles and taps his phone as erin adjust herself to standing. “this is gonna be hard to do in water,” she messes with her hair.

“you’ll be fine!” you encourage with a smile.

“alright, you ready?” chris looks up to erin and she nods in response.

body party by ciara begins to play sensually through the nearby speaker gaining a few “oouuu”s from the group.

what you don’t expect is for erin to lean herself in front of matt. and matt definitely doesn’t expect this either, but he’s not too mad about it.

“oh shitttt,” cameron grins, he and nathan occupied in their own awkward-laughing fit while watching with wide eyes.

she moves slowly and hovers matt in a straddling position to “grind” on him. you take a heavy sip of your drink while watching in an attempt to hide your odd feeling about this. it was like watching a car crash. you watch as matt’s eyes gaze up and down her body, not daring to touch her but unashamed of his attraction.

asha laughs and whistles in support when erin turns around to give matt a view of her ass. nick dramatically ducks behind you yelling, “i actually can’t watch this! oh my god!”

you laugh and to mess with him whisper, “don't worry, it’s over now.”

nick looks back and immediately goes back to covering his eyes and laughing with you, “you bitch!”

you look back to matt who tilts his head back with wide eyes and lips puffing out in humor. and finally, after it feels like the two have dry humped for hours, erin stands back up and bows. matt claps with a wide smile, everyone else joining in.

when erin sits down you look up to andrea who just stifles a laugh with a sip of her drink. “well how the fuck am i gonna top that shit?!” chris exclaims while grabbing a card.

“real question is how the fuck will matt recover from that?” you joke causing matt to look over to you.

“oh don’t worry about me, sweetheart. i’m sure i’ll recover fine. chris,” he lifts his head gesturing for chris to begin his dare.

your tongue travels along your teeth to stop yourself from ruining a good time with your confusing feelings.

“i dare you to give a hickey to the person to your left.” chris bites his bottom lip and blinks slowly before looking over to andrea who just smiles and playfully flutters her fingers at him.

“you’re cool with this right, ‘m not tryna make you uncomfortable or any-”

“chris, shh.” andrea says.

“'kay, where do you want it?” he smiles.

“let’s make this fun,” she adjusts her bikini top and presses her manicured fingers along her right breast, “right here.”

nick is extra dramatic when it comes to watching chris suck harshly on his new friend’s tit, “okay, why the fuck did we choose this game?!” he turns away.

when chris is finished andrea shows it off to the group as proof and pushes chris’ cocky face away with a laugh, “nice job, stupid.”

afterwards, andrea gets a dare to expose her search history with the group, which she does without a problem.

it’s finally your turn to pick a card. “i dare you to lick whipped cream off a person of your choice.”

“oouu who’s it gonna beee?” nick nudges into your side.

you look around the hot tub, wanting to pick someone unpredictable, “ashaaa, you haven’t had much to do yet?” you look over to the girl who now has wide eyes and a growing smile.

“okay, yeah let’s do it,” she shrugs. “nate could you go get whipped cream, please?”

once nathan’s back you move closer to asha and decide to put whipped cream on her shoulder. “it tickles,” she giggles when you lick the entire dollop off of her easily.

you both laugh and you lick your lips as you head back to your seat.

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after another round it’s finally matt’s turn again, he draws a card that reads: give a kiss anywhere, on the person you’d “take home to mama.”

matt slowly stands and rubs his chin with a devious smile. “ummm,” he draws out, giving multiple looks at everyone before he walks over and hovers over you. you’re shocked by your body’s ease when his wet hand lifts to hold your face and his lips connect to yours. the kiss isn’t sloppy, but rather needy. you were just getting used to the taste of the bitter beer he’d just been drinking when he pulls away and steps back, unfazed.

you blink and wipe your fingers around your lips as matt wipes a hand over his eyes while laughing to himself.

“mom, would love y/n,” chris adds, calling back to the initial dare that led to that stomach turning kiss.

“'course she would, she’s a fucking saint.” matt sighs.

you squint your eyes and tilt your head, “i wouldn’t say that…”

“yeah, shit, my bad.” matt spreads his legs across from you, “forgot you have that little tattoo. i’m sure you’re not such a good girl anymore.”

you’re fucking annoyed now. you hate that he thinks you're inferior to him in any way. “hey where’s that ashtray, chris?” you ask, adjusting your seated position.

“uh, here,” he reaches behind him and places it on the same floaty as the cards, along with the lighter.

“you guys are cool to keep going,” you say and take the abandoned joint in your hand to relight it.

matt watches in spiteful anticipation.

“take it slow, and hold it” andrea explains to you in a whisper, knowing you’d never smoked in your life.

erin begins her dare to prank call a customer service line and dirty talk them when you take a hit of the joint.

matt eyes never leave your bothered figure as you inhale and cause the tip of the joint to light a bright red. he can tell you’re trying to prove a point which makes it more amusing to him when your eyes begin to water after you shakily exhale and attempt to hold back a cough.

“don’t hurt yourself.” matt quips under his breath.

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the group hadn’t realized just how long they’d been in the hot tub nor how drunk they all are until they struggled to get out and back to the main floor of the warehouse.

though, lots of giggles and piggyback rides helped them all stay together as they traveled back, cold and still damp. all partygoers were gone at that point, leaving the warehouse empty yet a mess.

nick (being the self-proclaimed good host he is) led the mass of drunk people to the bathrooms and brought extra graphic tee shirts and sweatpants to change into from the many boxes of merch sold in their tattoo shop. the boys had insisted that everyone just sleep at the warehouse due to their abundance of couches and chairs and their fear in sending anyone home in an uber at close to 3 AM.

matt is throwing pieces of trash in a large black trash bag when you step out from the bathroom near the colorful kitchenette of the warehouse.

he glances up when you approach slowly, feeling yourself sobered up quite a bit after peeing and washing your face.

“hey,” his voice is rough in tiredness.

“hey, do you have any water over here?” you ask politely, your lips taste salty when you lick over them.

“in the fridge,” he replies, crumbling wrappers and adding to his bag.

you notice how red and puffy his eyes truly are now that you’re this close to him and in better lighting. you walk past him to get to the fridge, almost completely empty after a long-lasting and full party.

“are you sleeping any time soon?” you ask, opening the water bottle.

“i don’t know.”

“i can always help you clean this if you need me to.”

“‘m good.” he analyzes a glass bottle to decide whether it’s worth keeping.

you nod your head, “cool.”

“you should probably sleep.” matt suggests looking over to you.

“i think i can decide that for myself, thanks.” you drink more of your water.

“you’re right i can only suggest. i’m suggesting you to go to sleep. and if you do stay up i'd suggest you don’t spend your time talking to me.”

you finish off your water and move closer to matt, placing it in the bag. “you truly know how to piss a girl off.”

“it’s my specialty.” he whispers and looks over your face now that you’re so close.

he’s so fucking hot that it genuinely upsets you at this point. you just back up and turn to go find the couch andrea’s decided to sleep on.

“goodnight, sunshine.” he calls after you, going back to his cleaning.

you're not too far away when you hear the bathroom door open and once again matt is greeting someone, only when you look over your shoulder you see erin approaching and matt leaning on the island counter with a smile.

you turn the corner with irritation. and you find yourself in the unfortunate position of having a problematic crush on matt while wanting nothing to do with him at all.

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#this got sillyyyyy #NEXT PART GETS SILLIERRRR #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets fan fiction #sturniolo triplets smut #matthew sturniolo #matthew sturniolo fanfic

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genderqueerpond · 8 months ago

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You know, I think Clara knew about Amy.

Not at first, of course, but Clara grew up with her --- that is, grew up reading Amelia Williams books. And they were precious to her, books she's read many times over the course of her childhood -- how else does she know exactly which chapter holds what in the book she gave Artie? Perhaps she has always felt connected to her, this moderately obscure children's fantasy author, following in the footsteps of E Nesbit; this contemporary (and sometime friend (oh yes!) ) of Edward Eager's; although not nearly as widely known as either of these. Perhaps because of her choice to publish openly under a "woman's name", thus, in the time in which she lived, relegating her books to the inferior realm of "girls' books", despite the more than equal balance of male viewpoint characters.

But Amelia Williams is different from these authors too -- often fantasy, but sometimes more like early science fiction, a barely- recognized pioneer in both genres. Her views were feminist and daring. In so many ways she was ahead of her time, and the innovations she imagined! almost as if she knew what the future would hold.

And if Clara knows and loves her books so well, she can hardly fail to recognize the most frequently repeated character archetype in them. especially after she rereads a few on a subconscious hunch, during that summer after the Maitlands found a permanent nanny and she insisted that before anything else, she go off and fulfill her original travel plans from 101 Places To See. (The Doctor purported to leave her alone to forge her own way with this, but was in actuality very bad at that, and kept popping up nearly every place she went.) She's Clara, she's clever, how can she fail to look up from her book and notice that the person who's just appeared out of nowhere to stand in front of her with a plate of jammie dodgers and a goofy smile has stepped directly out of the pages?

And then of course, there are the dedications. Sure, there's normal stuff like "to my daughter", "to my loving and patient husband", and "to my parents, who are children now" which is rather weird and whimsical, but fits in with the fantasy author's signature style of dream-like imagination.

But the majority of Amelia Williams' dedication pages say things like "to You", "to My Doctor", "to My Raggedy Doctor" "to my raggedy man" (weird but clearly connected to the other variants), and, cryptically, over and over again: "to you", "to you", "to you", "to you (wherever in time and space you are)".

There's "to my imaginary friend" and "to my imaginary friend, and to all children who have an imaginary friend" and "to my imaginary friend, and every child in the universe who's ever met him, or ever will". Nerds and English teachers have occasionally debated what, if anything, she meant by all this, and now Clara thinks she knows, but she can never say....

And then there are the nights that the Doctor wakes up crying out for "Amy!" and then refuses to talk about it when Clara asks, refuses to acknowledge ever even knowing an Amy, "well everyone shouts random things when they're asleep, it doesn't mean anything" and "I don't remember." if pressed for details about his dreaming. And later he might go off somewhere and cry quietly, reading a book he never lets Clara see.

And then he regenerates, and calls out for "Amelia!", "the first face this face saw."

There's newborn twelve, with his Scottish accent, letting her name slip. It's the first - and only - time he's spoken of her while awake and not actively dying. And Clara is too busy with the immediate threat to their lives to think about it in the moment, but at this point she at the very least has a hunch about the connection between him and the Scottish-American author with the rather opaque background --- that as far as anyone can trace it (although to be fair, no one really cares enough to try very hard) she and her husband just kind of appeared out of nowhere in pre-WWII New York. It seems kind of obvious, now, that the doctor would have had a hand in that.

And now with all the books everywhere, the library gradually migrating into the console room, what else is obvious is that he owns every single one of her books. multiple copies, first editions, last editions, signed copies, mass paperbacks, everything. There's a TARDIS key hidden in a well-worn, well-loved, tear streaked copy of The Cuckoo And The Doll's House, which Clara finds when she's cataloging all the locations of TARDIS keys, just in case she should ever need that information one day.

This all is enough for Clara to know. There doesn't really need to be any more proof, but there is. What totally and fully clinches it are the pictures. Tucked in the pages of another tearstained book (The Beast Below this time), are photographs of Amelia, looking just as she does in her black and white author photos, but younger, and in 21st century clothes. Elsewhere, later, she finds photo booth polaroids of a still younger Amelia, goofing off and smiling. Some of them feature another young man Clara doesn't recognize, and some of them feature the Doctor. He's wearing a tweed jacket instead of his purple wool, and no vest, but otherwise he is exactly the same as the Doctor she first met. The three of them hang off each other like old friends, like family.

idk how to end this.

#clara oswald #amy pond #augh i just! so many feelings about post-TATM writer Amelia #she made the doctor up and then she grew up to Make Him Up professionally #she created him she created him she created him #lavender thoughts #dw #ndw #doctor who #meta #ANOTHER dw ficlet/meta in one day i am on a roll #like six half finished ones in my drafts too btw #lavender writings

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years ago

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Miguel barely allowed himself the moment of reprieve primarily for the reasoning that evil never sleeps and therefore by that logic, he shouldn’t have to either; or at least minimise his sleep to accommodate for longer night patrols. His desire to keep his city safe was admirable but soon become detrimental to his health as his body -despite the genetic splicing- was starting to collapse on him due to frequent neglect of the basic bodily needs.

It hurts you to see him like that and you knew that if he were to be confronted about it, Miguel would immediately become dismissive by stating that this method was completely logical from his standpoint, as it was a means to minimise the criminal activity within the city. Miguel always thought it was his responsibility to crack down on the crime rate, even though there were people who’s jobs were to do exactly that, but in Miguel’s eyes their methods of detaining criminals was comparatively a slap on the wrist as to what punishment they should be receiving.

All came ahead one night when he returned home particularly more battered then usual and on the verge of collapse; you were quick to act in stabilising his upper body in your arms but in due to his muscular form, you were both forcibly brought down to kneeling in the dimly light room that had the curtains drawn for convenience.

‘Miguel, what happened out there?’ You said as softly as you could as you moved your hands to hold his jaw with tenderness, as to not inflict more pain by accidentally applying pressure to the many cuts and bruises that littered his worn but handsome face. ‘Just caught a bad night, it’s nothing I can’t handle.’ He tells you as he’s pushing your hands away from his face, thinking that would be enough to reassure you when all it only proved to do was the opposite effect; Even as your watching him make an valiant effort to stand but from the way he was griping onto the bed frame like a lifeline or crutch, it wasn’t hard to tell that whatever happened out that had already begun to take it’s hold long before he arrived home.

Riddled with worry and annoyance at how nonchalant he was about his condition, you soon got up off the floor and made a reach for his arm that was leaning reliantly on the bedpost, feeling the muscles as they tensed under your touch. ‘This isn’t just nothing though, is it Miguel. I mean look at you, you’re barely able to walk on your own without needing something to use for support.’ You heard him sigh deeply as he then spoke. ‘How I’m doing hasn’t got anything to do with you, y/n, I’m capable of looking after myself.’

His words were with thinly laced with venom but you merely scoffed, knowing by now that he didn’t have it in him to hurt you, not that he ever would, he’d never forgive himself if you hurt on his watch and by his hands by that, but his stubbornness and inability to let others help him had finally became his Achilles heel. ‘You know damn well that’s not what I was implying, I know you can handle yourself in the most toughest of situations but is it such a disservice to yourself to rely on others now and then.’ Miguel didn’t say anything and you took that as your cue to keep talking while you still had his attention.

‘Look,’ you stepped closer to him so that you could see his face, his brows were heavily furrowed and his jaw was in the motion of clenching but flinched when reaching a particularly bruised spot; He looked like the image of what you thought a war torn angel would look like, he bared his flaws like scars that were scattered across his perfectly sculptured body whilst also keeping intact his god gifted beauty.

Miguel was perfect in every way to you but to himself he might as well have been the devil reincarnate. ‘I know you want to help the city but how can you when your own body is falling apart before you. You can shoulder the responsibility all you want but sooner or later that responsibility is going to start crushing you under it’s immeasurable weight and no matter how hard you push back, it’ll only push back harder.’ You trailed your hand down his arm until it rested upon the back of his much larger, stronger one and squeezing it. ‘I just wish you trusted me more because I’m more then willing to help but I can’t if you aren’t willing to let me.’

You both stood in silence as the nightlife of the city just outside the window continued on undisrupted and unaware of your squabble, all that could be heard was your in tandem breathing and the muffled laughter of passersby, which only felt to have gotten louder with the time spent without a response from the male next to you as your hope for Miguel to see reason seemed to dwindle; why couldn’t he see that you were merely thinking of his well-being and didn’t wish to see him end up dead in an alleyway you couldn’t reach.

You didn’t know if you could bare to stomach something like that ever being the possibility and you didn’t wish to be plagued by the what ifs, going insane by wondering how differently things would’ve turned out had you stepped in earlier and you certainly didn’t want to be burdened with the guilt and the depression that would soon follow afterward to remind you of your shortcomings; You didn’t wish that ending for Miguel for he deserved a far better one that ended on his own terms.

Just as you were about to give up all hope and leave him to his own devices, begrudgingly accepting that you couldn’t get through to him, the hand you were grasping moved to intertwine your fingers together, although gingerly as though Miguel was half expecting you to pull away but when you didn’t, his hand then proceeded encased yours entirely. ‘For the record I do trust you.’ He said. ‘I probably trust you more then I’ve ever trusted anyone for you’ve never made me think twice about ever placing my trust in you because you always end up proving why I chose to let you in. I’m sorry that I don’t open up as easily when it comes to help but I just didn’t want to make your life more of a incoherent mess because of me.’

‘My life was already an incoherent mess before you came along, if anything the moment you became apart of my everyday life it became a little more clearer to me as to what to do with my life.’ You told him.

‘And what’s that?’ He asked.

You smirked as you nudged his arm slightly. ‘To make sure your stubborn ass doesn’t get killed prematurely.’

Miguel scoffed but couldn’t help the smile stretching across his lips at the sound of your laughter, something that was much needed after a night like tonight as to remind him what he was coming home to after every patrol; the heavenly sound that was your laugh he swore had some hidden abilities for each and every time he heard it, he immediately felt better. ‘That’s funny but I’m pretty sure I’m we should be doing something about now.’ He responded blankly but you could see the humour in his scarlet eyes.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara imagines #miguel o’hara imagine #Miguel o’hara fic #spider man 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman atsv x reader #spiderman atsv #spiderman atsv imagines #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv x you #spiderman atsv imagine #spiderman atsv fic #spiderverse x reader

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gaily-daily-musings · 1 month ago

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Below is a sequel snippet to my obikin step brothers fic here (x). Keep in mind it's just a draft and not fully fleshed out!

Quinlan is back in town. It's been a while. Obi-Wan is happy to see his friend of course but he's not happy that it's coming on the tail end of his divorce. Quinlan has been very vocal about wanting them separate for quite a few years now. It's not a coincidence he's visiting now that Obi-Wan is “single” again.

Quin insists they go out for drinks. Obi-Wan can't think up a good enough excuse to avoid it. Also he genuinely does want to see Quinlan despite knowing what was coming.

They meet up and only get to talk and catch up for about 10 minutes before a woman comes up to their table. Quinlan grins. He introduces her to Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan is not amused.

Apparently Sarah had not known Obi-Wan was unaware she was coming. But he can't blame her for assuming the other half of her blind date would know about her. He kicks Quinlan under the table. It may be uncouth and a little juvenile but he can't seem to care at the moment. Anakin was rubbing off on him.

After some light, awkward banter Sarah leaves to go to the bathroom. He immediately rounds upon his so called best friend.

“I told you I was uninterested!” Obi-Wan hisses the second she's out of ear shot.

“Look I know you, Kenobi! You'd rather stew in your own misery than get up off your ass! Satine wasn't good for you and you refused to see it! I know exactly what you like! Sarah is the full package!”

Before he can respond he sees movement at the other end of the bar. It's Anakin. He's coming towards them with a reluctant Rex in tow behind him. Obi-Wan braces himself. He knew he shouldn't have told Anakin where he was going but the man would have thrown an absolute fit if he'd just disappeared on him. Besides, Anakin already knew Quinlan was in town and there was only one bar Obi-Wan liked to frequent.

“Oh hey! Fancy meeting you guys here!” Anakin says in a strained voice looking zero percent surprised to see them.

Rex looks at the floor in distraught.

“How's the date going?”

Obi-Wan frowns. How did he–? He looks at Quinlan who sighs loudly.

“That's what I get for asking your kid brother for blind date suggestions.”

Good lord.

Sarah comes back and Anakin introduces himself. He shakes her hand long and hard, squeezing tightly.

He forces Obi-Wan to scoot over and sits beside him with Rex on the end. Sarah sits beside Quinlan looking confused.

Anakin orders some drinks and starts getting drunk. Absolutely wasted. He slides closer to Obi-Wan who is trapped between Anakin and the wall. They still aren't out publicly. Just Anakin's friends knew about them.

At some point Anakin gets up to do some karaoke. Obi-Wan taps in the tabletop with nervous fingers.

Quinlan leans across the table. “Okay seriously, Rex get Anakin out of here! He's killing the vibe!”

“I can take him home!” Obi-Wan offers.

Quinlan frowns. “No! He found his way here and he can find his way back!”

Sarah looks uncomfortable. On stage Anakin is singing a love song loudly and quiet badly. He’s looking straight at Obi-Wan.

Sarah, to the surprise of no one, announces she has to get home and stands up to leave. Quinlan glares at Anakin. So much for being a good wingman.

Anakin comes to sit back down. He's found another drink and is chugging it.

“Alright I think that's enough.” Obi-Wan takes the glass and sets it down. “We should probably just head back–”

“You're leaving?!” Anakin looks horrified, suddenly on the verge of tears. “Please don't take her home! She won't fit in our bed!”

“She's already gone, Anakin! I'm not taking anyone home except you!”

Obi-Wan stands and cradles the now crying Anakin.

“I'll see you later Quin.”

Quinlan watches them go. He looks back at Rex.

“Okay don't take this the wrong way, but I think Anakin wants to fuck Obi-Wan.”

Rex takes a shot.

(Padme, 3 years ago)

“Where's Jessica?”

Anakin shrugs. “Dunno.”

“I thought you were bringing her?”

“We broke up,” he says unbothered.

“When?”

“Like…” he checks his phone. “20 minutes ago.”

Padme sighs. Typical Anakin behavior.

“Please don't tell me you did it over text again.”

Anakin blinks. He says nothing.

“You would think living with Obi-Wan would teach you some manners.” She shakes her head.

“Hey, I have manners!” Anakin collapses onto her dorm couch. He grabs an open bag of chips and starts eating them, getting crumbs everywhere. She rolls her eyes.

“I don't know how he puts up with you. If you kept bringing girls into my home every other week I'd have already kicked you out.”

“Jealous?” He wiggles his eyebrows. Unfortunately he still looks very handsome despite it all. Curse his beautiful face.

Padme doesn't deign that with a reply. It was too stupid.

“Anyway, I dont bring them over all the time,” Anakin says. “Only sometimes. Plus I have to put up with Satine so fair is fair.”

“Putting up with someone's wife and a parade of women are two very different things.”

“How so?”

Padme throws up her hands. “You're impossible!”

“You love me!”

(Present day)

As Anakin's oldest friend Padme knows his longest relationship lasted 4 months. It's been 11 now. Almost a year. Obi-Wan and Anakin argue as much as they always have. But now there's an underlying sexual tension that unnerves everyone who is caught in the vicinity.

Still, Anakin seems unbearably happy in a way she's never witnessed. He never truly took interest in any of his partners' hobbies or personalities. He talks about Obi-Wan even when he isn't there. Even though she doesn't get it, and perhaps never will, she's glad that he's happy at least.

It's crazy to think their friendship managed to survive. But Anakin was always good at groveling and it's not like Padme had been unaware of his reputation. She blamed him for what happened as much as herself.

All she wants now is for the chance to find someone as obsessed with her as those two clearly are for each other.

Bail runs into Obi-Wan at Whole Foods in the produce section. He greets him warmly. The other man was wearing a tight, maroon shirt which isn't necessarily odd but Bail was used to seeing him in button downs and sweaters.

The Organa’s are not gossipers but given that the wedding venue had been their house, it was hard to not want to pry into what had happened. To this day his wife doesn't seem convinced by the “just wanting to be friends” excuse. They all knew of Anakin's reputation. Plus, whenever they saw Padme in church after those first few weeks she would refuse to speak or look in Obi-Wan's direction. It didn't make any sense. Bail refused to ask though so they left it at that.

As they chat, Anakin comes up and throws cheetos and captain crunch cereal into the cart. He has a white shirt tied around his waist and a sucker in his mouth. Obi-Wan frowns and looks into the cart.

“Those are terrible for you.”

“I like snacks.” Anakin says around the lollipop.

“Then snack on some grapes or saltines!”

“Just because everything goes to your hips doesn't mean it goes to mine!”

Obi-Wan looks pointedly down at his waist. “I don't know you've been getting a little thicker lately.”

Anakin gapes. His brows turn down in indignation. There's an energy between them that Bail has only felt once before on the single game night he'd attended with the two before it got canceled indefinitely. It's an uncomfortable sort of tension that has him stepping back.

“I’ll uh…see you around Obi-Wan…” He hurries away, wondering what the hell that was about.

20 minutes later in the checkout aisle he spots Obi-Wan and Anakin in the lane across from him. They're still arguing. But Anakin is smirking and keeps looking at Obi-Wan's chin. Wait no. Not his chin his mouth. He's looking at his mouth. Obi-Wan angrily swipes the sucker out between Anakin's lips and chomps down on it.

“Sir?”

Bail startles, realizing it was his turn. He looks away from the duo and checks out. He's beginning to suspect why the wedding was called off.

Karate class

Yoda has been instructing the local community for 46 years now. Obi-Wan Kenobi is a top student. When he introduced his step brother 2 years ago it was quite the challenge. But Yoda delighted in challenges. The rowdy young Skywalker had truly blossomed. They were both top students in his class now. When they worked together they were nearly undefeated. He's quite proud.

But something has changed in the last few months. A closeness that defied the bond they previously had. It had evolved into something he didn't quite recognize at first. But after months of quiet observation it's finally become clear what has happened.

Truthfully it was none of his business what his students did when they went home. But he was definitely going to gossip to Mace about it after class today.

(He will be surprised to learn Father Mace knew since day one. Obi-Wan often came to confessional to confess his traitorous feelings for someone other than his wife. He did not ever speak the mysterious man's name but it was rather obvious from Mace's point of view. A young man with “sinful lips” a “sultry smile” and “messy bed hair that always looked ravaged” because of all the relations he was having with various women.

Father Mace has been living in hell for years and had Doubts™ when Anakin asked him to officiate his wedding with Padme. Obikin getting together has saved him from the daily confessions but at what cost????)

#obikin #my drabbles #step bros au

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I’ve been reading Discworld by Terry Pratchett, and generally I’ve really enjoyed it. The narration style/storybuilding is unique and deeply entertaining.

The one issue I have is the female characters. To clarify, I haven’t read any of the Witches subseries because they’re not yet available at the library (but I’m very interested to see how he handles what I assume will be female leads).

The first female minor character shows up in The Light Fantastic (book 2). I don’t remember her name. As soon as she appears the narrator goes on a tangent about how some narrators will be tempted to wax poetic about her boobs, but that won’t happen here. This was funny and set the bar higher than I had placed it. This woman is also a highway robber or something to that effect, breaking away from standard female roles.

Unfortunately, when she reappears to capture the main characters, she is written as Thug #1 who has boobs—utterly generic. I don’t recall any prominent character traits. I do remember a scene where another character is riding in front of her on a horse and the narrator comments that since he’s short, his ears are warm.

The next major female character is Ysabell in Mort (book 4, skipping Equal Rites because I haven’t read it yet). She’s somewhat better-developed. She’s lonely in Death’s castle and wants a friend, though she doesn’t want to be forced into marriage. She’s fairly mysterious through the first part of the book and clearly doesn’t like Mort. He’s kind to her anyway, so eventually she reveals that she’s afraid he’s there just to marry her. He’s very against the idea, so she decides she can be friends with him.

About two scenes later, she’s adjusting her nightgown to be more revealing before letting him into the room. This read as out-of-character, since she had just heavily implied she had no interest in him. She continues to pursue him through the rest of the book. Her one shining moment was when she was the only one who knew how to balance Death’s books, so she took that initiative. Mort reveals at their wedding that he “thought about it and realized he liked Ysabell better than the princess.”

The narrator frequently implies that Ysabell is unattractive by virtue of being fat. He later reveals that she only weighs 11 stone, which is 154 pounds. On some girls that doesn’t even warrant the description “curvy”—it depends on how tall she is and how her body handles fat.

The other, minor female character in this book (the aforementioned princess) was beautiful enough for a love-at-first-sight storyline with Mort but honestly annoyed the hell out of me. She was an entitled prick who tried to hold onto her queenship despite the fact that reality itself was trying to evict her. I appreciate that she had character traits to annoy me, but the contrast between her and Ysabell sent the pretty clear message that looks are all that matter in women (at least for Mort…).

In Sourcery (book 5), the character Conina, daughter of Cohen the Barbarian, appears. She’s an incredible thief (the sort who could steal the socks right out of someone’s shoes while they’re wearing them) whose heritage inclines her to go full murder hobo in the face of danger. She’s badass. Two male characters are interested in her, the wizard (Rincewind) from the first two books and Nijel, who’s new. Nijel is kind of a bumbling idiot and he’s not as well developed as most of the other male chracters have been, but Conina immediately falls for him. She becomes a nervous mess over him for exactly one scene, which feels out of character. He also becomes a nervous mess, but that’s a much smaller step for him. Conina remains badass when she’s not talking/thinking about Nijel.

The female characters do seem to be improving so far, so this may just be a relic of the first few books. It’s just a little sad that despite two books with male/female romantic subplots, the most romantic moment of the series so far was when the two (not canonically together) male leads of the first two books said goodbye at the end of the second.

#discworld #terry pratchett #I’m really enjoying the series otherwise #I just wish the women felt more like characters than boobed devices used to develop the men

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mastermindmiko · 1 year ago

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Potions Partner

Pairing: Draco Malfoy + fem!reader

Word count: 1895

Summary: Y/N Potter is Harry Potter's sister and so by association Draco Malfoy must hate her too and she must do so as well.

Warnings: none I think but let me know if there's any I missed

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Part two

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Hate unfiltered, blinding hate. That’s what he felt for both of them. He was getting praised for something he never even consciously did, and she was his sister, that was more than enough for him to hate her too. It was sickening how much everyone worshipped them.

“Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Potter.” Professor Slughorn announced, grabbing Draco’s attention at the mention of his surname. He looked up from the ground, his train of thought interrupted, and his heart (unwantedly) skipped several beats. He looked around and saw that the class was divided into groups of two each sitting on a table.

He looked to find Y/N looking at him reluctantly, and her brother giving him a glare. Draco rolled his eyes, this is why he hated them. He could hear the Potter twins bickering and he clenched his jaw, he was not in the mood for this.

“I don’t want to go to him! Switch with me.”

“No! I’m not going to be partners with him.”

Y/N looked at Weasley and gave him a pleading look. Weasley looked around with wide eyes, avoiding her gaze like he knew exactly what she was going to do. She turns towards him and plays with his tie, she nearly purrs, “But Ron wouldn’t you much rather be my partner?”

Draco rolls his eyes at her innuendo, but he’d be lying if he said that he never thought of her that way before, he’d also be lying if he said that he didn’t do it quite frequently. She was one of the most attractive people in Hogwarts (the most in his opinion, not that he’d let her know that), he highly doubted that he was the only one who did. He remembers the Yule Ball.

Potter shoves her aside and hissed, “You can’t just flirt with him and get what you want.”

She gives her brother a glare and seethes, “Stay out of this-” her voice turns sickeningly sweet again. “It’s his decision.” She turns to Ron and gives him a tiny smirk, “Hmm?”

“No!” Harry interrupts, saving a blushing Ron from replying. “Professor Slughorn! Are we allowed to switch partners?” Harry asks the new potions teacher and the professor shakes his head too occupied with chatting with some other students. Harry folds his arms, and looks at her with a victorious grin.

She frowns and shoots her brother a glare. She grabs her things, keeping her book in her hand, making her way towards the table Draco’s at. She makes sure to hit Harry’s head with her book before moving too far.

Harry grumbles over in pain, raising his hand to rub the spot that she’s hit. It brings a slight smile to Draco’s mouth that he erases immediately. He has more important things to worry about this year than those pathetic twins.

She sits on the chair beside him and she doesn’t look at him as she brings out her ink pot and her parchment from her bag. She doesn’t spare him a glance, and he does the same. He zones out again thinking of possible tactics that can get the vanishing cabinet to work while Granger talks about Amortentia, Veritaserum and sleeping drought.

His first task is, making the room of requirement unavailable to anyone but him, so no one can find out what he’s up to. After that, he has to find a way to get the vanishing cabinet to work, which seemed like an impossible task, considering that it’s been out of use for a hundred years now.

“One sip of this and you will find that all your endeavors succeed…at least until the effects wear off.” Professor Slughorn says with a grin, grabbing his attention once again. He looks at the tiny vial that the Professor’s holding and he identifies it as Liquid Luck. It’s a tricky potion to make, he knows that, that’s why he can’t make it himself, and why he starts to think about how to steal it.

“So, this is what I offer each of you today, one tiny vial of liquid luck to the pair of students who in the hour that remains manages to brew an acceptable draught of living death.” He explains and Draco already starts to flip through the pages of his book. “Recipes for which can be found in your books on page 10.”

He rolls up the sleeves of his right arm, but just when he’s about to roll his left arm’s sleeve he remembers. He rolled them both down again and made sure that no one was looking. He needed to be more careful.

He goes to page ten and starts writing on a piece of parchment the ingredients needed. Professor Slughorn wasn’t kidding when he said the potion was complicated. He lets out a sigh, and looks around the room to see who his competition is. He concludes that no one’s a threat except for Granger, but she’s no match to his potion making abilities.

“Go get these from the cupboard, I imagine you’re competent enough to get them.” Draco seethes at his potions partner as he slides the paper to her, already grabbing his wand to heat the pot. When he receives no reply, he turns to find that she had fallen asleep.

“Potter!” He shouts and she jolts awake. She looks around her, frightened and then she looks at him and grumbles, “What’d you do that for?” He rolls his eyes at her and repeats, “Go get these ingredients.”

“Why should I?” She asks, annoyed that he’s bossing her around. “Because you want the grade.” Draco explains, and she gives him a look of disgust, top lip curled up in disgust before she snatches the paper, heading towards the cabinet where so many people already are. He reads the instructions again, putting his own notes.

She returns and nearly throws the ingredients on the desk, she seethes, “Satisfied?” He looks at them and checks them from his book, making sure that she brought the right ingredients. Once she realized what he was doing, she scoffed at his actions, folding her arms over her chest.

“Very.” He says, and she hops down on the stool. He starts to brew the potion, he reads every step twice and makes sure everything’s perfect. He doesn’t let the female Potter help with anything, he can’t risk her messing anything up.

“I can help, you know.” She says, annoyed when he refused to let her touch anything, after she had reached for the sloth brain and he slapped her hand away. He rolls his eyes when he loses count of the amount of drops he’s putting because of her. He looks around the table and hands her some bezoars. “Here measure these.”

“These don’t need to be measured, you only need one.” She says, after checking her own book. He knew that of course, so he gave her a sarcastic smile, “Well, you did great.” He grabs one from the palm of her hand and places it inside the cauldron, making sure to steer anti-clockwise.

“I got an O in my OWLs…in potions, I bet I’d be able to do it better than you.” She hisses at him, resisting the urge to hex him. He ignores her and starts to stir the potion clockwise for five slow paced stirs, holding his breath, it was the last step. The potion turns black and he exhales, he’s done it right.

He calls professor Slughorn over with a smirk, and the professor comes with a leaf. He drops the leaf in and instead of disintegrating, it turns the potion purple. Professor Slughorn purses his lips, and pats Draco’s shoulder, sympathetically. He moves to another table when he’s called and as soon as he’s out of earshot, Draco turns to Y/N.

“You ruined the potion.” He hisses, and she looks at him incredulously. She slammed her book shut, throwing it in her bag. She whisper-shouts, “How can I ruin the potion? I quite literally did nothing!”

“You got the wrong ingredients!” He accuses, and she replies, “How can I? You checked them twice.” She closes her ink pot with the lid and rolls the parchment back to its original form and ties it together. She puts them into her bag and slings the bag over her shoulder.

“You must have done something, you incompetent-” Draco says, heatedly. In a second, she raises her wand to his neck and threatens, “Finish that sentence, I dare you.”

He isn’t deterred by the wand on his neck, and he brings out his wand from his own pockets, pointing it at her chest and he starts again, more slowly this time, “You incompetent-”

“Mr. Malfoy! Ms. Potter! This is unacceptable!” Professor Slughorn explains, mid handing Harry the Felix Felicis. They’re both too angry to register their astonishment at him correctly brewing the potion. “You both have detention on Friday! Now, clap for Harry then leave.”

Draco grabs his things and leaves the room, not bothering to listen to his teacher’s instructions. He huffs as he leaves the class, already making his way to the room of requirement, effectively skipping his defense against the dark arts lesson, Snape would cover for him anyway.

He reaches the fifth floor and then looks to make sure that no one’s there. He closes his eyes and thinks of what he needs, and the door to the room appears. He wastes no time in getting inside and as soon as he’s inside he sees the cabinet.

He let out a shaky breath, but first he had to figure out how to keep the room of requirement out of anyone’s hands. He tried placing silencing and disillusionment charms, but none of them worked. He did know that the room doesn’t allow anyone in, if there’s someone already inside. Draco then decided that he’d be spending every waking moment here which was already a part of the plan.

He neared the cabinet and his arm started burning. He clutches his forearm in pain, and grimaces. He pushed up his left arm’s sleeve and he remembers today’s near incident. He can’t let anyone find out that he’s a death eater, and the first way to do that is to hide his dark mark. He places an invisibility spell on his arm, and he thinks it looks convincing enough.

He couldn’t afford to have anymore detentions because of Y/N Potter, he already didn’t have enough time as it is. The Dark Lord requested his presence during winter break to catch up on his progress, and he had to have at least something to show him. He already quit the Quidditch team to free up his time, but he wasn’t able to stop being a prefect.

He wouldn’t be able to get much of his school work done when he’s focusing on this task. It’s too much of a handful without assignments and tests. His mother was much more important than getting good grades.

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rootsofdread · 1 year ago

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YAHHH another scientist surv thing!!

How about that -- Blight, Singularity and Dredge with a scientist surv, who strives to understand what they are and how they work no matter the consequences??? Following them around, tinkering in their things, asking around, trying to start a personal conversation, and all that, ykyk

Who tf needs to survive when there's shit to discover?

🦞 mmmmmonsterkillers

FIRST SINGO REQUEST!!! i was very happy to fill this out because i love writing jerk ass meanieheads lol <3333

Talbot Grimes / The Blight:

Talbot has seen you quietly taking notes from afar. He wasn’t sure how you’d gotten your hands on a pen and a pad, but he was sure you were after the formula for his serum. He believed this and specifically hunted you down for quite a while, finding you following him around only adding credence to his theory, until he overheard you asking one of your teammates about him.

They were pretty mundane, yet probing questions; who was he before, what sort of work he did, what did they think happened back then? Then, he wasn’t sure what to think. Sure, you still could’ve been after something of his…but those questions felt much more specific. Aimed at his person, rather than his work. He had to think about this…

He started to notice you hanging around him more and more often. He still wasn’t exactly sure what your angle was, what exactly you were trying to find out, but he became more comfortable thinking you were more interested in him. You didn’t seem to care about his work, only your own, and whatever he was doing at the time. As long as you’re not after the formula for his serum, he doesn’t think he has to be bothered by you, and he doesn’t ask questions. He can respect a fellow scientist’s work. Perhaps, especially, if that scientist is interested in him…

The Dredge:

Dredge was always curious as to why you were so interested in it. Well, it figured the reason why was probably because of the way it…looks. But no one had been so persistent before, nor had anyone else tried to rifle through the things it had collected…it was very confused about your motives, to say the least. But it appreciated having the company, you could tell it was happy whenever it knew you were following it around.

Though it tended to follow you around, too, sort of like a lost puppy; there were times it had lost you, and it often found you asking your teammates about it. Like what exactly it was, and what does it do with the people it captures? — At first, it had assumed you were asking around because you were scared of it. Maybe it had been wrong, you didn’t want to be friends…you were just keeping an eye on it out of fear. But as it kept listening to you asking more and more questions (not exactly getting answers, though), it realized you were just interested in its life and what it was. It lit up and jumped out of the locker at you.

It loves having a survivor hanging around that actually was interested in it. Someone that wanted to know more about it…! It’s often very exciting and loves demonstrating its powers to you, often teleporting in front of you or letting you watch it absorb someone into its fog. It can’t communicate very well, so it hopes that its efforts provide enough results for you.

HUX-A7-13 / The Singularity:

Right from the get-go, HUX really doesn’t appreciate having a puny little worm following him around and trying to stick their nose into his work. Something as insignificant as you wouldn’t even be able to comprehend his work, after all — so what do you think you’re doing!? He always catches you spying on him from afar, and every time he does, he sets off after you immediately. Perhaps if you’re so interested in what he’s doing, you’d like to experience it first-hand!

He has frequently heard you trying to discuss him with your teammates. He is always quick to put a stop to it, of course, but the last few times he’s decided to let you talk, and he’s listened quietly. He’s been surprised to hear you asking your teammates about…himself. What is he made out of, who made him, what happened to him. What were all these questions for…?

He decided to confront you about it. A direct approach is always strategically appropriate for getting what you desire. He walked up behind you, pulled you up the collar of your shirt and asked you what exactly you’re doing asking about him. After you explain that you just want to know what and who he is, he promptly puts you back down on the ground. He isn’t sure how to react, and he just kind of twitches around for a moment, but he gives you a quick — almost approving — glance before leaving to terrorize someone else. It would seem you’ve gotten through to his cold, synthetic heart.

#inbox #gender neutral reader #survivor reader #talbot grimes #the dredge #hux a7 13 #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd x you #talbot grimes x reader #the blight x reader #the dredge x reader #hux a7 13 x reader #the singularity x reader

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thinkingotherwise · 4 months ago

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He's so cheeky, my little outlaw - I adore him

I'm your idiot

Cidolfus Telamon x reader

As the leader of Hideaway, Cid took it upon himself to provide the equipment needed for their base. And so, he frequently visited cities to barter with people and also have something to relax after the tiring days of work. You somehow tagged along to a couple of the trips feeling a little too trapped sitting only in the Hideaway.

Cid knew that taking you with him to the city would be a mistake. You were like a magnet bringing trouble wherever you appeared. You always told him it was because others were too dumb and couldn't take on constructive criticism, and well you just weren't that patient with them. But in reality, you were his troublemaker. The little spark of excitement and chaos in his already adventurous life.

It was so easy to predict how the whole outing would turn out even before he saw you running towards him. He was almost fooled by the grin on your face but when he saw a couple of soldiers behind your back he relented. A sigh left his body and smoke filled his vision momentarily. He put down the cigarette from his mouth and quickly downed the rest of his drink, some of it spilling on his leather glove. The cup made a distinct sound as it touched the counter.

The sound of footsteps grew louder and your chuckle echoed in his ears. He turned in your direction only to be immediately swept as you grabbed his hand and pulled him behind you. "Well, hello. Please do enlighten me, why are we running this time?" His voice was playful but also unimpressed as he kept up with you moving through the streets. "Later, now we need to lose them." You replied sending him a swift wink which made him snort.

In front of you appeared a crossing and your eyes followed the different ways to decide which one would be the best but just before you made up your mind your arm went flying toward Cid as did your body. He pulled you to his side and through a little alleyway to a wooden bridge that proved to be a good enough hideout.

Your back touched the side of his chest as his hand sneaked around you and covered your mouth. The sound of surprise that you let out was quietened by the leather covering his palm and he sent you a cheeky grin when you side-eyed him. "Just a moment." He muttered quietly in your ear. When the footsteps of the soldiers that were following you disappeared his glove left your face and you wiped your lips with your hand right after. "Did you drink again?" You looked at him with a grimace that he didn't invite you but sent you out to do his job.

"Just a little taste while I was waiting for you." He replied swiftly but when your eyes still bore into him he added. "I couldn't start working with my mouth dry." You hummed at that and opened your mouth to say more but he continued trying to change the topic. "So tell me now why were the soldiers following after you?" His grin appeared again and he leaned his back against one of the wooden poles that were holding the bridge.

"Pff.. Don't think I'll forget about it when you change the topic. But just so you know they were playing around making more work for the people here." You told him shortly omitting most of the stuff that happened and he knew exactly why. Cid was very aware he would be listening to you talk about it on your way back to the Hideaway so he was the one to give up on the topic. "You're such an idiot." He summarised but his voice was full of affection and teasing. His eyes met yours and you waited for him to continue. Waited for the famous 'but'. Yet it didn't come and you furrowed your brows. "But..." You started wanting him to continue on.

The silence was getting louder and you looked around becoming more impatient before your gaze fell to him. His smirk made you even more irritated. Your eyes squinted and you slapped his arm to make him talk. "What?" He let out in between his deep chuckle. Seeing you irritated like that brought him joy and paid him back for getting you out of trouble. Not wanting to let him win fully you pursed your lips. "But I'm your idiot." You stated and leaned closer to him sending him a little wink.

Keeping you still in suspense he brought out a cigarette placing it in his mouth. Your hand went to snatch it but he grabbed it between his own fingers moving it to the side. His face then closed in on yours and he placed a quick kiss on your lips. "Yes yes, my idiot." The words were muttered keeping the distance to you as close as possible before he pulled away. The cigarette found its way back to his mouth and he lit it easily before emerging from under the bridge and moving deeper into the city making you follow after him with a pleased smile on your face.

#final fantasy xvi #ffxvi #ffxvi x reader #cidolfus telamon #cidolfus telamon x reader

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sonsofslytherin · 2 months ago

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Let's Start A Band

Mgrs Note *As promised Part 2 is about the formation of the band <3*

Part 1 ☆ Part 2

Funnily enough the karaoke machine never worked after Draco performed that one night, leaving Draco to fill in most nights. He became accustomed to the new style, so much so, that he stopped needing the sheet music. Matt had been singing so much and most nights he hadn't any intention to do so, people just started requesting songs? (Blaise wasn't even behind that, people just liked Matt's singing that much).

Seemingly out of nowhere yeah right, Seamus (some guy a year below the guys and not someone they ever regularly talked to) offered Enzo his old drum kit that he kept on campus that he was about to get rid of. Blaise of course made sure to be around knowing Enzo was sometimes too nice for his own good. Right he was when Enzo had started to decline with a half confused half polite look on his face. "Thanks mate, but I—" "Enzo a drum kit on campus that's really cool! I'll help you pick it up later. Nice of Seamus as well." "Oh right, yeah thanks Seamus... well we'll get it later I suppose." Seamus nodded, walking off and when Enzo had turned to ask Blaise what that was all about he was already gone. Enzo didn't tell anyone that he played the drums, he certainly didn't tell Seamus. (They didn't even know each other). Later that day Enzo and Blaise picked up the drum kit from Seamus and set it up in their own space. Blaise could already see the questions bubbling up in Enzo's face but before he could ask any Blaise asked him to play something. This lasted all night, Enzo would play (a lot of the songs being the ones Matt sang frequently) Blaise hiding his smirk as he casually mentioned "how cool that you and your brother are interested in music, plus when Draco plays on stage with him it's like you have most of a band." "Huh... yeah.” Blaise left soon after letting Enzo stew in his thoughts.

Everything was going according to plan he only had one problem :Theo. Theo was the one person Blaise wasn't going to be able to trick up front the way he did with the others. He knew Theo would be completely against the idea of the band, despite how much he would enjoy it. All he needed was a little push from the people he trusted most. Matt had been performing basically every night with Draco by his side most times too. Blaise could see how antsy he would get before just up and leaving the parties. He followed to confirm his suspicions, and sure enough Theo would race to his dorm to play along. Blaise knew exactly what he had to do. In the weeks that followed Blaise worked behind the scenes to make sure Theo was surrounded by music at almost all times.

Blaise had mentioned to Theo that Draco had wanted to send him a playlist of songs that he wanted to learn and that he wanted Theo's opinion. He was immediately suspicious. Why would he need his opinion?? Blaise dismissively waved his hand, "something about him not being sure the songs worked with each other. And he can't trust my opinion because I listen to everything" he said with faux exasperation. Oh, well that does sound like Draco “sure just tell him to send it and I'll give it a listen.”

“He wants me to send him a playlist?” Blaise doesn't look up from his phone before responding to his friend “yeah I dunno, he was talking about wanting to find some songs to practice on guitar,” Draco didn't even know Theo played guitar. “Why me?” Blaise rolled his eyes in that same faux exasperation from earlier “he said you have the freshest eyes or whatever, and you'd have some songs that went well with each other” “oh.. that makes sense I guess I'll put something together and send it to him.." Blaise just hummed non-committedly, trying to contain his giddiness. The next day Draco and Theo discussed the playlist, both asking the other to show each other on their respective instruments. They were both a little confused (Blaise almost shit himself) before they just dismissed it and started playing with one another.

The next pawn in his game was Enzo. He had been consistently watching Enzo practice with different songs and finally found the perfect opener “say enzo, do you ever play your own music?” Enzo turned bashful "Uh I don't really know how to go about that, I mean I've tried but I don't know..” he trailed off Blaise didn't let him dwell on it for long "you know Theo writes his own music for guitar you should ask him to show you his process." Enzo looked thoughtful for a moment "yeah I think I might, thanks mate."

Theo was a little confused as to how Enzo could have possibly known he writes his own music, but he looked so hopeful that he didn't have the heart to question him, and started going through his process anyway. Theo always came through for his friends and Blaise knew that.

Matt had been unknowingly helping Blaise's plan all along. Matt had been enjoying his own performances so much that the two started having their jam sessions almost every day Matt practiced singing more as well as his writing, while Theo helped with the guitar parts, also writing his own songs. Theo had never been more inspired.

By now the boys couldn't wait to play music either on their own or with each other. There was just one more piece of the puzzle.

There had been a rumor going around the university that they had a band, or that they were thinking of starting a band no one knows where it started (wink wink). There were at least five-six people coming up to each of them every day asking about their band and when they were going to perform. No one had a good answer though. But afterwards that's all they were thinking about, until they finally decided to talk about it. "So a band huh?” Enzo started off awkwardly. "Yeah how did that even start??!!" Blaise added. "I don't know but maybe they might be on to something? I mean I think it'd be kind of cool.” Matt said looking at the other boys. “Agreed, we could be great!” Enzo added enthusiastically, Blaise nodded, acting thoughtful. Draco looked hesitant, "but we don't even play that seriously, and besides I'm classically trained.” Blaise didn't let that sit for long. “Draco you've been playing all kinds of music for months with Matt, you've even written your own music,” Draco went bright red. “Besides people are quite literally requesting you lot to play, they already love us.” Draco seems satisfied, albeit a little begrudgingly and sinks back into his chair. They all turned to Theo, who had been anxiously searching for a lighter. He looked at all of them and sighed, lighting a cig taking the first drag slowly. “Fuck it I guess” they all cheered clapping him on the back. Blaise stood with a grin “all right looks like we're doing this, let's start a band -" he makes his way to the door mumbling "fuck sakes this was a lot of work,” returning to his normal volume “well, Matt already has our first song written—” "wha—no I don't?!” “Yeah yeah I read it last week Mattheo" rolling his eyes. “But...how?” “We'll practice later today cool?” He starts walking to the door hands in his pockets “but what will you play?" Enzo shouts from his seat, all boys turn to Blaise (except Matt who still looks aghast from Blaise's earlier confession). “Please, I've played bass for practically the whole time you lot have known me." He made it to the door before turning once again “by the way our first gig is in a week!” he rushes out before the cushion Theo throws makes impact.

#sonsofslytherin #slytherin boys x reader #slytherinboys!band #slytherinboys #blaise zabini #draco malfoy #enzo berkshire #theo nott #theodore nott #mattheo riddle

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loveackermannn · 2 years ago

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☰ DRIVE ME MAD. . –.ೃ࿐ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧.

roommate!levi is very attentive when it comes to you – especially in the moments when he catches you utterly staring at him like a love sick puppy.

though, he never really minded and he grew to notice how your eyes lingered for longer than they should've. or the times when they wandered down to his arms as he worked on an assignment at his desk – granted, you always happened to be sitting across the room on his bed, a familiar area in which the two of you shared many late nights in.

levi never had any thought in confronting you about your frequent habit of staring, but it did rack his mind one day when he came home from his internship, appearing at the front door in a white dress shirt and black dress pants – quite a sight to take in after a long day of classes for you.

through tired eyes, he slowly made his way to you at the island table and immediately crashing into your arms the moment he came in contact with your comforting presence. your perfume always smelled so lovely, intoxicating even. the same could be said with the added aroma of your shampoo after a recent shower (he predicts about 30 minutes ago given how damp your hair still was) and all of it was enough to make him putty in your hands.

levi was the first to speak against the messy strands of your hair, taking a deep inhale before doing so, "how was your day doll?"

"hm, it was okay. just the same old things as usual, how about you?" you respond softly while caressing your fingers down the small of his back, relishing in how frozen time felt whenever the two of you were together.

"it felt long, but i'm glad to be back here with you," it suddenly occured to levi that your mind had drifted attention somewhere in the middle of the conversation and it was in this moment, where he couldn't help but pry a little deeper into what you'd been thinking about these past few weeks.

"mind if i ask you something? it's nothing bad don't worry. it's just been on my mind for a while," he says in such a tone he only ever uses with you and pulls away to create some distance.

"what is it?"

"you seem to be... in la la land lately. whenever i talk to you, you look like you're somewhere far away and i just wanna know if something's wrong?"

you stayed quiet, perhaps too quiet for his liking and it had him second guessing if it were smart to even bring it up in the first place – but, levi could see that you wanted to say something. with his given patience, he waited until you were ready to give a response and eventually, you cracked.

"you've just been.. occupying my mind recently. not in a bad way though. i guess, i've been getting distracted."

oh.

from the way the tips of your ears turned a light shade of crimson and how you couldn't even hold a second of eye contact with him, it wasn't hard for him to figure out you out – he knew exactly what you meant.

levi couldn't hold back from such an opportunity to poke a little fun when you were just so easy to read and he loved getting your attention.

"what are you getting distracted by hmm?" he paused to slightly bend down to where your ear was within reach of his lips, grazing it over your lobe and continuing to speak directly there, "go ahead doll. i'm not here to judge. use your words."

you gulped, holding onto any last bit of restraint you had and forcing at least a cohesive sentence out, "it's you. it's always been you."

his hands continued to wander their way up to the nape of your neck, shaking your nerves to the core. levi was so fucking tempting and it drove you crazy. you didn't know how long you could sustain your sanity at this point given how much you've absolutely craved for him since the first day you moved in together.

"what about me? you wanna be specific? i'm not sure i understand."

a fucking tease.

your owns hand soon glided over to his chest with such a look in your eyes he hadn't seen before – desire.

"everything about you i'm constantly prisoned to. your smell, your presence, your eyes, your lips.. god, i don't know how i haven't been driven mad because of how much you affect me. i can't help but think about you all the time." to this, levi didn't say a word, but instead took your chin between his thumb and index fingers and caved completely into you.

"i think you drive me more mad than i do for you. you have no idea."

☆ — 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @luvjiro , @youre-ackermine , @lovolee3 , @notgoodforlife , @averysmolbear , @bejewelledd , @leviismybby , @evas-leslas , @roseofdarknessblog @cometlevi , @21aurora (! ! 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝💌)

#chaloveslevi #levi ackerman #captain levi #levi heichou #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman headcanons #levi scenarios #levi x reader #levi ackerman imagines #levi fluff imagine #levi comfort #aot levi #snk levi #modern au #roommate!levi <3

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wooahaeproductions · 1 year ago

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Rude Sweet Interruptions (TXT Yeonjun)

Choi Yeonjun x Female Reader

Genre: Smut and Fluff

Word Count: 744

Warnings: mentions of wine, pet names, dirty talk, and oral (female receiving)

Rating: 18+

A/N: Anyaaaa @anyamaris I’m glad I got to know you and hope to continue being friends. I hope you enjoy this! ~Bee

One of The Kissing Booth drabbles

Yeonjun walked in the door to find you on the couch, a glass of wine in your hand and the bottle in front of you on the coffee table. “Uh, oh. Was it that good of a day?” he asked, immediately setting his stuff down and coming over to you. He kneeled down in front of you to look at you directly in the eyes as you frowned.

“It was horrible,” you answered. You loved your job as an event coordinator but sometimes it was very stressful getting everything in order for an event. You went on to explain why it had been bad. “First, the florist called and told me they couldn’t find the correct color of carnations that we decided on. Then, the caterer was short-handed and would be running late so I had to call Mingyu to help at the last minute and if that wasn’t stressful enough-“ you were cut off by Yeonjun pressing his lips against yours.

“Yeonjun, that’s rude! I was trying to explain-“ you were cut off once more by Yeonjun again as he kissed you a little harder. He knew that you weren’t actually mad at him for interrupting you and you definitely wouldn’t be if he distracted you enough. He pulled away, giving you a light smile. You shook your head at him, knowing exactly what he was up to.

He kissed you for a third time, his soft lips molding with yours and you couldn’t help but put your arms around his neck. After a few minutes of gentle making out he said, “how about we take this upstairs hm?” He playfully rubbed his nose against yours and his bangs brushed against your cheek. He smirked as you nodded enthusiastically.

He slowly got up from his position on the floor in front of you and wrapped your legs around his waist, taking you with him. He slowly brought you up the stairs to your shared bedroom, continuing to kiss you as he made his way up them. He reached the room and gently placed you on the edge of the bed.

Immediately you pulled your shirt off and reached forward to take Yeonjun’s off too. “Easy, tiger. You must have been really stressed today if you're in that much of a hurry to have me,” he said, his confidence on the edge of being too cocky. You liked it though. You gave a huff and he laughed, taking his shirt off for you.

Both of your hands were roaming each other's bodies, enjoying the moment before Yeonjun was pushing you to lay down on the bed. “Let me release that stress for you,” he murmured, slowly peeling your jeans and underwear off. You bit your lip at the gorgeous man with his kind eyes who wanted to make you feel better.

His fingers lightly ghosted over your nub and you bit your lip harder, letting out a slight gasp. He looked up at you and it didn’t take a mind reader to know he was happy that you were already aroused. He disappeared between your legs once more and you felt him lick a strip through your folds.

Finally, a moan left you and Yeonjun chuckled. You clawed at the bed sheets as the rumble vibrated through you, making you need him even more. “Please, Jun,” you begged and that motivated him to start alternating between sucking and licking.

“Anything for you,” he responded and continued his rhythm. He knew exactly what to do to make you come undone. He sucked and licked as your moans grew louder and more frequent, your grip on the sheets twisting them harder. “Are you going to cum for me, love?” His voice against your core was making the coil wind up more.

You nodded, you wanted nothing more than to cum for him now. He plunged his tongue into your folds, giving you a few more hard sucks and the coil snapped. You were sent over the edge, your orgasm exhausting all the muscles in your body as they spasmed.

The edges of sleep came quickly and you were slightly aware of Yeonjun leaving you to get a wet washcloth from the bathroom to clean you up before he came back to pull you under the covers with him.

Cuddled into Yeonjun’s arms, you were now feeling much less stressed. While you claimed it to be rude, you were always thankful for Yeonjun’s sweet ways of interrupting.

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#kvanity #kbookshelf #txt smut #txt fluff #yeonjun smut #choi yeonjun #the kissing booth #tomorrow x together smut

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imagrindylow · 2 years ago

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Amit taking it up the ass and being a big whimpering mess plz. Btw love your stuff 🥵❤️

Ahh, this is my very first request! Thanks for sending it! I hope this is what you wanted and that you like it! I'll admit, I was pretty out of my element writing for Amit for the first time. So I hope I did him justice!

Seeing Stars

Amit Thakkar / m!Reader 2k Words

Content Warnings: 18+ Explicit Content; Anal fingering and sex. ~~~

You couldn’t count the number of times you and Amit laid in the grass outside the castle grounds, veiled in the shadows of the night, under the stars. The two of you would frequently spend hours laying, staring at the vast sky above, just talking about life, your respective dreams, goals and desires... Everything. He was your person, and you were his, in every sense of the word. It had been that way since midway through fifth year. Amit fell first, and fell hard, going out of his way to make a good first impression on you, his curious nature and desire to learn drew him to you and the extraordinary story of your arrival to school immediately, and well, the rest was history.

Breaking curfew to stargaze was just about the only rule you could ever convince Amit to break anymore, but that was enough for you nowadays, late into your seventh year. You realized as you grew closer to him that you’d much rather spend your time wrapped safely in his arms than off fighting in the forest.

You relished in the warmth of his embrace, as you laid under the stars with him on this late fall night. The heat of his soft breath on your neck as he nuzzled against you while you laid on your back, small telescope to your right eye, and one arm slung around his shoulder, brought you comfort like nothing else could.

But that same feeling, his gentle exhale, his every softly spoken comment about the constellations above, also stirred something within you that was growing increasing difficult to contain. You could feel your cock twitch as goosebumps rose on your arms at the sensation. You wanted him. Desperately.

You inhaled deeply before setting the telescope down at your side and rolling towards Amit, your cheek brushing his as he scooted back to accommodate your new position.

He rolled to his back, extending his hand your direction, expecting you to pass him the telescope. “I would like to take another look, if you’re finished with it for now.” He said sweetly.

You took his hand in yours, bringing his knuckles to your lips and pressing a soft kiss there. “I’d like for you to see stars.” You told him, still holding his hand, your thumb brushing over his knuckles. “But you won’t be needing a telescope to see what I’d like to show you.”

Amit furrowed his brows, confused on exactly what you meant, he opened his mouth to speak but before he could, you dropped his hand and pulled him close, gripping his hip and bringing his body against yours. You pressed a kiss to his neck and rocked your hips towards him, nudging your erection against his thigh.

Even in the dark, the moon and stars providing the only light around you, you could see his eyes go wide at the realization. You knew that would have gotten your point across.

“Oh… Well, I… I believe I would like that, too.” Amit whispered, his voice unsteady.

You leaned up and over him, kissing his lips deeply, trailing your hand up his chest and to the clasp of his robe, unfastening it. Amit slid his arms from the wide sleeves, and wrapped his arms around your neck, bringing you closer and returning your kiss with fervor. You worked his tie, loosening it with one hand and supporting your weight over him on your other arm. You undid the buttons of his shirt slowly, and let it fall open at his sides. You trailed your kisses from his lips down his chin and throat while your hand roamed the exposed skin of his chest, eliciting a breathy groan from the other boys lips.

You sat up and hurriedly lost your robe and pulled your sweater off over your head, then made quick work of your own tie and buttons. Amit took the chance to finish removing his button down. You chuckled as you both finished undressing. Amit laid back once more, atop his robe, over the grass. He was so excited, but as he laid there and watched you making your way towards him, his chest tightened, the reality of the situation setting in. This was really happening, his first time.

You laid your body over his, a wide grin on your face and your heart racing in your chest. You laid your hand over his chest, holding his eye contact and feeling his heart pounding with as much excitement as yours was.

Amit opened his mouth, but again his words failed him. You could practically hear his breath catch, he laid a hand over yours on his chest, he was anxious, having you know just the effect you were having on him. He took a deep breath and you could feel his body shudder beneath you.

“I…” He trailed off, a soft smile playing on his face.

You took one of his hands and held it to your chest. “My heart’s racing, too.” You assured him, leaning down to kiss him gently. You could feel Amit’s hands coming to cup the back of your neck, his fingers burying into your hair and gently rubbing your scalp.

You deepened the kiss, licking over his bottom lip before taking it between your teeth gently and sucking it into your mouth before releasing it with a pop. Amit whimpered against your lips, his hands tightening in your hair.

The sweet noises he was making only drove your desire for him further. You trailed kisses across his jaw and down his neck, you slid a hand between the two of your bodies, until you found his length, taking it into your palm. You could feel Amit’s body tense up under your touch.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” You whispered softly against his next, removing your hand then lifting your body up a bit to meet his eyes.

Amit nodded, enthusiastically, even not wanting you to get the wrong idea. “I’m nervous. But I do, I want it. I trust you.”

“I’ll take care of you, then.” You promised, stroking back his hair.

You hummed, kissing his lips, more tenderly this time, and your hand found him again, your fingers wrapping around his tip, slick with precum. You thumbed at it, and teased him, wanting to make him feel good, and to loosen up.

Little by little he started to unwind and relax beneath you, his hands wandering the bare skin of your shoulders and back, giving you chills in the cool evening air. He ground his hips upward against your body, seeking out that friction, pressing himself harder against your palm, with the faintest smirk on his face.

“Ready then, eh?” You asked him, anticipation burning both in your eyes and at your groin. You released your hold on him, running knuckle across his jaw.

“I’m ready.” He smiled up at you, leaning into your gentle touch.

You sat back reaching to the side, fumbling through the pile of your robes, and pulled your wand and the bottle of wiggenweld you always carried on you out from your pocket. Amit watched you, puzzled and intrigued, as you flicked your wand at the bottle and the liquid turned from green to clear.

“That was very impressive, and very practical!” Amit was thoroughly impressed with your little bit of transfiguration. A little trick you developed, to make your life easier awhile ago.

You chuckled, a look of adoration on your face for that adorable little nerd as you shuffled back over to him, small bottle in hand. He parted his legs for you and you fell into place between them comfortably. You quickly uncorked the bottle, spilling the slippery liquid onto your fingers and coating them. You lowered yourself down over him once again, your lips finding his, the kiss was short and sweet. You rest your forehead against his, your slick fingers teasing him, circling his entrance. You raised a brow in a silent ask for approval and were met with a subtle nod from him. You slowly and steadily pressed a finger inside, immediately feeling his body squirm under you.

Amit’s face was flushed, cheeks hot to the touch against your lips, as you whispered encouragements to him. He had his arms around your neck, keeping you close as your finger toyed with him. You worked slowly, putting pressure on just the right spot until his sounds shifted from sharp little inhales to unmistakably pleasured whines. You added another digit and kept up your work, getting him ready to take it all.

You were surprised at how quickly you had this typically well spoken and proper boy mewling, lips quivering, body writhing under your touch. His dark eyes pierced yours, widening in a plea for more. You withdrew your fingers and sat back, finally taking your aching cock into your hand, spreading your precum over your tip with your thumb and pumping against your still slick fingers for a moment. You pressed your head to his entrance, slowly giving him an inch at a time.

You had never heard Amit curse until this very moment, a low broken whimper of of “O-Ohh… f-fuck! Ummfff…” It sounded entirely unnatural to be falling from his lips. He gripped around your shoulders, staring up at you with parted lips. You smirked and pressed forward the rest of the way into him, and just like that you were lost in this moment with him. Not a single other thought in your head besides how fucking good it felt to make him crumble like this, and not to mention how good it sounded.

You took up a steady pace, moving against him with increasing force, encouraged by his strings of drawn out moans and gasps. “You feel so good, Amit.” You whispered against his neck before leaving kisses there.

Amit whined through gritted teeth as you thrust against him over and over. His cheek was pressed to yours as you nuzzled your head against him and you felt a dampness there. Was he crying? You sat back a bit, trying to get a good look at him but is was so dark.

You slowed your pace down and spoke softly, “Amit, are you-” He cut you off, not interested to hear your concern. He was fine – desperate and losing himself and maybe tearing up a little at the overwhelmingly beautiful sensation of it all, something he had never felt before that was fulfilling him in a way he never thought possible – but he was fine. “Just keep going, please, please give it to me.” He whimpered, pulling you close.

Well, that was certainly all you needed to hear. You got your pace back to where it was and you fucked him with a renewed sense of purpose, until his fingertips were digging into your shoulders, his mouth agape and filling the ambient night with sounds of his sinful cries, until the sensation got too much for him to bear. He came, making a mess of himself and your stomach,

Your release followed immediately after, those delicious sounds and the needy way he clung to your body, sending you over the edge. You cursed out in pleasure and pulled back from him after finishing, and let your body lay over his, holding him tight, and him returning the affection. You kissed his forehead.

“That was wonderful.” Amit praised you, breathlessly, his fingers winding through your hair once again, as he stared back up at the night sky.

“You were wonderful, Amit.” You grinned and kissed his cheek, rolling off of him and laying at his side, taking his hand and squeezing it.

Amit reached over to the side, where his little telescope had rolled at some point during your activities. He put it to his eye again, taking in the sights above for a moment before lowering his hands and holding the device across his stomach. “You know, I think I preferred the stars you showed me.” He said with a cheeky smirk.

You raised a brow and leaned over to catch his eyes. “That is quite the compliment, coming from you. I’m very flattered. Thank you."

#hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy fan fiction #m!reader #male reader #amit thakkar #amit thakkar x mc #amit thakkar x you #amit thakkar x reader #amit thakkar smut

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ghostofaboy · 1 year ago

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Rock Bottom - Benny

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

After settling into his new life Frankie gets a chance to catch up with Benny.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 1927 Chapter: 21/?

Warnings: Talk of sex and prostitution, mentions of PTSD, mentions of drug use

Note: This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 20 / Part 1 / Masterpost

After a few weeks, Frankie had started to settle into his strange new routine. While working two jobs was tiring, it was certainly filling up his savings account, which he knew he’d need later down the road if he wanted to get joint custody of Sofia. And finally, he’d spoken to Will about the Vets Rehab program and was now officially on the waiting list. At the assessment appointment, he’d been told the waiting time was two months. Will, who had come with him, had cursed under his breath at Frankie’s side at that, but honestly, Frankie was grateful to have been accepted. Two months wasn’t too long, and considering the waiting lists for other programs, Frankie knew it could have been a hell of a lot longer.

After the initial flurry of sex during the first weekend, Tilly had only used his services once more since. He’d wanted a quick blow job before he left for a business meeting the following Saturday, and after covering Frankie’s face in come, that had been that. After that day, Frankie had spent the rest of the weekend and the one after taking stock of the garage and working on the cars. The only downside of the past few weeks was that things with Tyler had slowed somewhat after he had started his job with Tilly, but thankfully, they had not completely stalled.

This week had been going by slowly. The repair shop was practically empty, with only a few regular clients to keep them all busy. The unfortunate reality was that there wasn’t enough work for them all. So that morning, Malcolm had called a team meeting to ask for volunteers to go home for the rest of the week. Frankie had immediately put his hand up.

The way he figured it, he was going to be leaving the shop at the end of next week anyway and had no right to take money out of the pockets of any of the other guys. Plus, with his job at Tilly’s, he had more money than he’d had in years. As he gathered his things, he could hear the others still grumbling as Malcolm asked for one more volunteer before heading back to his truck.

It was only Wednesday, and Tilly wouldn’t be expecting him again until Saturday, which left Frankie with more free time than he’d had in almost a year. Sitting in his truck, he knew exactly who he wanted to see and, pulling out his phone, immediately started to text Tyler. After some thought, he composed what he thought sounded like a good enough message. To the point, sincere, and hopefully not too needy.

[Hey, I know things have been a little weird with us since I took the job with Tilly. I’m off for the rest of the week and was hoping to see you. Frankie x]

Pressing send, Frankie dropped the phone down onto the passenger seat next to him. Now what? Tyler might not even reply, might not want to see him, might not… Gripping the steering wheel, Frankie took a long, deep breath in. The last thing he needed to do right now was spiral.

His head was getting clearer, but he still wasn’t sleeping too well. His body was exhausted, and he often felt like he could sleep for days. But no matter how tired he was, Frankie found himself sleeping in bursts, interrupted by bouts of nausea and the increasingly frequent nightmare. Vivid, awful dreams of Tom covered in blood. In the dreams, sometimes Tom was alive, following them through the mountains with his head half gone. He was angry at them, screaming at Pope or Frankie about their failures. Other times, Tom was just the first to die, and Frankie would watch as each of his friends was taken from him by unseen enemies.

But the worst dreams were about something terrible happening to Sofia because of him. Frankie’s mind had managed to conjure up horrific scenario after horrific scenario, covering every possible way his tiny little girl could come to harm.

After a few minutes of focusing on his breathing, Frankie felt a little better. His phone sat silently on the seat next to him, with no reply yet from Tyler. Resisting the urge to pick it up, Frankie started his truck and set off. He didn’t really want to sit at home and stew, the thought of being alone right now didn’t seem like a good idea. Then again, just heading over to Tyler’s trailer also might not be well received. And as much as Frankie wanted to see him, he also knew he needed to give Tyler space.

After that initial weekend at Tilly’s, Tyler had come around to his place just as they had arranged, but the atmosphere was tense. Tyler had admitted his jealousy and discomfort, while acknowledging that he felt like a hypocrite because of it. In the end, they’d watched a movie before Tyler left for the night. Since then, they’d seen each other a handful of times. Each time was getting easier, edging closer to the normalcy they’d once had.

Stopping at a red light, Frankie ran over the options in his mind. Home would drive him stir-crazy and let him dwell on bad shit. Tyler’s wasn’t an option just yet. Then it hit him. Benny. He knew the gym Benny was training at and that he’d be there every day. With a destination in mind, Frankie felt his shoulders relax a little as he set off toward the gym.

Benny was based in a new gym converted from an old factory. From the outside, it didn’t look like much, a little shabby even. But as Frankie made his way through the front door, he was met with a clean and modern gym set-up. The young guy at the front desk looked up when Frankie approached.

“Hi.” He smiled, setting down his notepad. “You lookin�� to join?”

“I’m just looking for Ben Miller.” Frankie shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m an old friend and-”

“Wait.” The young guy’s smile grew. “Are you Catfish?”

“Yeah?” Frankie cocked his head, a little confused.

“Oh man!” The guy stood up and made his way around the desk. “Ben talks about you all the time! It’s so cool to meet you! Come on, I’ll take you through.”

Frankie couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he was led through to the main gym and to the back of the large workout area. Men glanced up as he passed, some frowning at his jeans and obvious lack of gym clothes. Frankie blushed as a fit, younger man shimmering with sweat winked at him. Finally, at the very back, Frankie could see a group of men standing and chatting next to a couple of punchbags. And there, in the middle, throwing his head back as he laughed, was Benny.

Frankie’s heart skipped a beat. Even after all this time, even knowing that Benny would never be interested in him, Frankie couldn’t help admiring his friend. Benny was laughing and talking with his friends or trainers, topless in just a set of baggy shorts. Sweat clung to his toned body, making him glisten in the artificial light. Benny turned as head as Frankie approached and his smile grew.

“Fish!”

In a flash, Benny’s sweaty arms were wrapped around Frankie, his face buried in Frankie’s neck, and suddenly everything seemed right in the world. For a few moments, Frankie let Benny just hold him, before Benny eventually stepped away.

“What are you doing here, man!” Benny slapped his shoulder playfully. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Work’s slow, so I’ve got the day off.” Frankie smiled. “Thought I’d come and check up on you.”

“I’m almost done here.” Benny gestured to his trainer behind him. “You ok to wait, then we can go get some lunch?”

“Perfect.”

A couple of hours later, Frankie’s cheeks ached from smiling. It felt so good to spend time with Benny. It felt like old times. Benny told the same crappy jokes, and Frankie laughed at Benny’s terrible Spanish. It was like South America had never happened.

They ate lunch before heading back to Benny’s apartment and sat talking about Benny’s fighting. As the hours passed, Frankie could feel the tension leaving him. He needed this. He needed his old squad. He’d spent far too long in this new world created of his own mistakes, and this afternoon felt like a return to normalcy.

“So…” Benny licked his lips before taking a sip of his tea. “Work is slow?”

“Yeah.” Frankie nodded, blowing on his own drink to cool it. “Only a few regular jobs, not enough for all of us, so Malc asked for volunteers to take the week off.”

“And you volunteered?”

“Yeah.” Frankie cocked his head at Benny. “Why?”

“And you can afford to do that?” Benny was looking at him strangely over his steaming drink.

“Yeah, I can afford it.” Frankie frowned. This conversation had taken a strange turn and he wasn’t sure he liked the way Benny was looking at him. “What’s this about Ben?”

“Have you been working with that new friend? What was his name? Tyler? The streamer?” Benny took another sip. He was keeping his tone light, but Frankie knew this was an interrogation. Benny was digging.

“No.” Frankie answered honestly. He hadn’t decided yet if he was going to do any video with Tyler. Pausing for a moment he weighed his options, before answered making sure to keep his tone equally as light. “I took a private mechanic job. I’m working it on the weekends until I finish my notice at Malc’s place. Ben…” Frankie set his drink down, leaning forward in his seat. “Ben, what is this about? Why does this feel like an interrogation?”

“I’m just worried that’s all.” Benny let out a long sigh. “You’ve only just got clean again and…”

“And?”

“And, a buddy of mine said he saw you a few weeks back.” Benny looked uncomfortable, his cheeks growing redder as he searched for the right words. “You were, um, it was at Cutler’s and… he said he saw…”

As Benny trailed off and Frankie could feel his face beginning to burn with shame. Cutler’s was a dive bar Gavin had taken him to a few times. He’d blow guys in the dimly lit parking lot and sometime get fucked around the back of the place. The last time was around five weeks ago and Frankie had sucked three cocks in the parking lot while Gavin chatted and sold coke.

“And your friend saw me blowing some guys?” Frankie let his head drop, peeking up at Benny from under the brim of his cap. “Is that what you were gonna say?”

“Yeah.” Benny slumped down in his chair, looking at Frankie with those goddam big sad eyes. “He said, fuck, he said that you had a pimp.”

“Fuck.” Frankie could feel his hands shaking as he reached up to take his cap off. Throwing the Standard Oil cap down onto his knee, Frankie heard himself speaking before his brain had a chance to catch up. “Yeah. Yeah, I did. But… that’s over now. I’m clean now, I swear. It’s… all that… I… I don’t have a pimp now.”

“Fuck Fish.” Benny looked heartbroken, and Frankie had to force himself not to bolt out the door. “Fuck. How did you… how did that start?”

“You really wanna know?” Frankie could feel the tears starting to roll down his cheeks.

“Tell me everything.”

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