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tonycries · 1 year ago

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Bad Boys Bring Roses - G.S.

Synopsis. You’ve never dealt with the yakuza - not once. So why is the future head of the Gojo clan suddenly coming up to you, demanding that you marry him for 30 days?

Pairing. Yakuza boss! Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, yakuza! au, fake marriage, annoyances to lovers, elders suck, mentioned k*lling (not reader or Satoru), Satoru is INSANE and SO down bad, one bed trope, praise, biting, oral (fem receiving), fíngering, unprotected, créampie, spitting, overstim, flower language, kníves, bit dark, HAPPY ENDING, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 9.1k (whoopsies)

A/N. I just HAD to get this out of my mind like I wanna write an entire book series on this. Spent too long researching rose language as well so see if y’all catch that hehe.

You thought the wedding invitation was a joke when it had arrived - a delicate, lacey little card that you’ve probably read over a million times by now. It had been stuffed haphazardly into your mailbox, along with a ridiculously large bouquet of purple roses. Seemingly inconspicuous when you first tore into the thick envelope, wondering which one of your friends was getting married now.

And it was - that is, until you saw your name at the very top - right where the blushing bride’s was supposed to be.

We hereby formally invite you to the marriage of…

What?

No return address. No date. No groom’s name either. Only yours, written in beautiful, golden writing - inviting you to your own wedding, exactly a week from now.

You remember perfectly the way you’d flipped it over and over in your hands, the gears turning in your head as you tried to crack down on the motive behind this invitation. A threat? A joke? Texting all of your friends about what a cute prank that was - only to get a shared confused reaction, and a few “April Fool’s has already passed, y’know.”

Hell, you’d even cornered the mailman, desperate to get to the bottom of this. But that wasn’t particularly helpful when he was only able to shake his head in protest, pale as a sheet, and trembling ever-so-slightly as he sped away from you. Weird.

Without a clue as to who sent the letter, or even a follow-up in the days after, you stuffed the invitation somewhere deep in the back of your closet and handed the bouquet to your mother. Not bothering to tell your parents where it was from - because who’d worry over a stupid prank like this? It was probably one of the kids from down the street that’d gotten their grubby lil’ hands on a printer.

You, however, had more important things to focus on - like trying to help your father revive his failing diner. It was a family business, a quaint, hearty little shop. One that was quickly, and dangerously, losing both customers and employees with the brand new fast food place that’d popped up right across the street.

Which is why you found yourself here - working overtime on a Saturday night, looking over the empty chairs and stacks of boxes from behind the counter. Whatever, it was only a few weeks until relocation anyway.

You heave out a sigh, eyes flitting to the clock beside you - 11:21pm.

Nine minutes more, you drum your fingers in boredom, maybe you should just close up early. Because sure as hell no one else was-

“Oh? Still open?”

“Ah- Uh, yes, welcome!” Jolting out of your reverie, you stand up ramrod straight, taking in the customer standing at the door. He wasn’t one of the regulars - no, you think you’d remember if he was. Cloudy white hair, piercing blue eyes that twinkle from above his shades, even in the dim light of the diner. He was so very tall, taking up almost all of the doorframe, only getting more and more imposing as he walks up to you in quick, long strides. Magnetizing.

And if you dared let your eyes wonder, you caught a few tattoos peeking out from his unfairly snug button-up, clashing with its flashy blue color. Dragons? Trees? Or were they flowers - roses?

“Roses.” the man in front of you answers your unspoken question, voice so very deep, and melodic - tinged with something playful in it that you wouldn’t have expected at first glance. At your raised brow he continues with a wink, “Could tell ya were checkin’ me out, sweetheart.”

“F-forgive my rudeness, sir.” you sputter, face burning. You look away from the way his muscled ripple as he crosses his arms, immediately turning to fumble with the menus, “Please take a seat and I’ll be there with you shortly.”

You’d expected him to take up a booth, or maybe head towards one of the good tables around the corner. What you did not expect was for him to plop down on the stool right in front of you, flashing you a playful grin before humming, “S’alright, m’just waitin’ for someone.”

Oh. Well, it made sense that someone like him would be taken. Swallowing, you hand over the menu, before giving him a close-lipped smile, “A lover?”

Resting his head on his palms, not bothering to even glance at the list of dishes before him. “My fiancée.”

“Congratulations, Mr…”

“Gojo Satoru.” he tilts his head, looking way too happy with himself. “Please, call me Satoru.”

You nod softly, picking up your pen and notepad to get this conversation over with - and maybe to also avoid his heavy stare that made something hot and uncomfortable coil in your stomach. “Right, Mr-” at his disappointed whine, “Satoru. Congratulations, must be one heck of a thing to plan.”

“Oh I’m having fun with the wedding planning.” He waves off your words with a chuckle, missing - or pointedly ignoring - the way you were waiting for his order. “How’s it going for you?”

What?

You narrow your eyes at the way Satoru was batting those long lashes up at you, deceivingly innocent and waiting for your answer. “I’m sorry- Me? Did you mean with the diner relocation plans or-”

“No no no.” he laughs, loud and boisterous. And usually you’d have a thing or two to say at someone interrupting you if you weren’t so mesmerized by that little dimple at the corner of his grin. One that moves as he plows on, “M’asking how wedding planning is going for you, wifey~”

There’s a beat of silence. One. Two. With you gaping at the pure audacity as Satoru quiets down to little titters, seemingly studying your reaction in amusement. Which slowly, but surely, drains from his face as you grit out a sharp, “I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, sir. We’re very busy and don’t have time to entertain your pick-up lines.”

Those widened blue eyes sweep the painfully empty diner, letting out a low whisper. “I can see that.” you let out a strangled noise of embarrassment at that. “But you’re really gonna ask your husband to leave?”

Huffing in frustration, “I don’t have a husband.”

“...you do.”

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

“I don’t. And who the fuck are you to tell me I do?”

“What?!” Satoru jumps out of his seat in shock, fast enough that the stool clatters to the floor with a deafening clang! Hands slamming on the counter as he leans over it - so close that you could feel his minty breath fanning your face with each hurried, shrill word that tumbles out of his lips. “What do you mean you don’t have a- I’m gonna kill those fuckin’- After I bought Canva premium just to make that invitation? Did the flowers come at least?”

And while Satoru is panicking, words spilling out of his mouth a mile a minute - only one of those rings in your mind - invitation.

“You.” you hiss, barely audible over meltdown in front of you. Pointing a finger accusingly, “You’re the one behind that prank with the dumbass roses.”

That seems to snap Satoru out of his dramatic monologue - and you’re glad it did. Because he looks up to meet your glare, “Hey! You didn’t like the roses?”

And for the first time, you see Satoru more serious than he’d been ever since stepping into this diner. Eyes somewhere behind you, ablaze and almost…frightening. “Didn’t you ask him?”

You whirl around to see your father, who’d apparently rushed downstairs at the commotion. Baseball bat to fight off the intruder hanging in midair as he stands frozen, taking in the scene before him - but more importantly, that man in front of him. “You.”

---

And, well, it’s not everyday that you’re having late night tea with your parents and one of your father’s…business associates. Even rarer when said business associate is…you gulp, praying to whoever’s above that this is all some sick dream you’ll wake up any second from.

“So, let me get this straight…” you sigh, pinching your nose in frustration. It’s been an hour or two of trying to understand whatever this was. Giving a stern look at the two men squirming across from you in the booth. “My father was conned by one of your-” you gesture your head at Satoru, which only makes his smirk grow, “-men to take a loan from your um-”

“Family, yakuza. Anything goes.” he supplies helpfully.

You wave him off, trying as quickly as possible to brush off the ‘yakuza’ bit that makes your stomach lurch. “And now he owes you a favor of…what exactly?”

Satoru leans across the table, t-shirt opening tantalizingly. Voice dropping to an almost-pleading murmur, “Look, I just need you to pretend to be my doting, loving, charming, gorgeous-” backtracking at your withering glare, “...Anyway. I just need a fake wife for a few months, convince my family to get off my back about arranged marriage n’ carrying the Gojo legacy. Then bam! you stomp all over my heart, we divorce and I’m too heartbroken to ever get married again. Easy.”

“No.��

“Please?”

“No.”

You bet Satoru’s disappointed groan echoed across all 23 words of Tokyo, because it was definitely ringing in your ears amongst whirlwind thoughts of marriage? To a yakuza? Completely, and utterly ridiculous. And from his talks of “carrying the family name” it seemed like he was some sort of future head as well. Though, he definitely wasn’t acting like it right now.

“Alright. Plan B, then.”

Oh? You couldn’t help but think that maybe he wasn’t that much of a manchild as sits up from where he’d been splayed all over the table in tragedy. Lacing his fingers together before turning to your father, continuing in a more diplomatic tone, “But I want the cash you took. In full. Now. Gonna hafta disguise my best friend as my wife, n’ dresses for a six foot man aren’t cheap.”

Your mother looked like she could faint right then and there. Choking out a noise of surprise, “B-but we’ve deposited it all for the relocation- Please, can’t we pay any other-”

At the firm shake of his head, you stammer, “Now? Aren’t you some yakuza nepo baby, can’t you just ask your parents for money?”

“No.” Satoru chuckles, in a tone which told you that he probably could but might just lose his head for it. Only further supported as he muses, “Not unless I want a finger cut off for dealin’ money on the side. Seriously, sweetheart, why did you think I sent you the invitation last week?”

“Take me instead.” you father cries, trying to negotiate above Satoru’s half-joking mutters of “Ugh, I’m not into ol’ men dumb enough to sign yakuza contracts.”

It was all too much. You couldn’t take out the relocation deposit - it was a new start, possibly the only thing to save your family. Nor do you have enough in savings to pay back the loan. And if Satoru’s warning was anything to listen to, then you knew that dealing with the yakuza could be dangerous. Why you? Why you? Why you?

“Fine.”

The moment that word leaves your lips, it’s like the whole world freezes. Everyone in the room - including yourself - unsure of whether they heard you right. “I’ll do it.” you clarify, voice hesitant but firm. Eyeing the way Satoru’s eyes begin to sparkle, the beginnings of a smile curling his lips. Raising a finger to shush your father’s protests, “But for a month, until we leave this place. After that m’going with my family and you’re never to contact us ever again. Deal?”

And oh Satoru seemed over the moon, reaching out to grasp your hand in a handshake - so warm, and softer than you’d imagined. “Swear on m’life, wifey. You can kill me if not.”

He was so intimidating - and intimidatingly exhilarating.

Only an hour more of arguing and a quick phone call later, men - yakuza, you assume - were flooding your family’s little diner. All tattooed and burly, looking somewhat comical as they carried your few packed-up suitcases outside. Well, at least they stayed for a late dinner.

And ended up being witnesses to a very rushed, very rushed signing of marriage agreements. Evidence to really show up your alleged marriage. It barely even lasted a few minutes before, well, that was that - you were married, to the son of a yakuza head.

You say a quick goodbye to your teary parents, soothing them with promises of “I’ll be back before you know it. One month. That’s all.”

“And don’t worry about a thing,” Satoru sing-songs, coming up behind you. “If there’s anyone she’s safe with, it’s me.”

“You better keep your mitts off of my baby.” your father warns, raising the baseball bat still clutched in his hand menacingly.

“I won’t lay a hand on her, father-in-law. And anyone that even thinks about it…” he cackles, breath hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I’ll kill.”

Prancing off to hold the door of that shiny black Mercedes parked outside open for you. “Ladies first.”

With another quick hug to your parents, you hastily make your way inside. Feeling extremely out of place amongst the overly luxurious interior in your slightly-stained work uniform. God, the covers on these cushions themselves probably cost more than your house.

“Like the car? I can buy you one. Or four, as a wedding gift.” Satoru grins.

Oh, right. You weren’t in here alone - you were here with your new…husband. The word felt so strange to even wrap your head around, instead you turn to meet his easy smile. Clenching your jaw as you grit out, “So how do we act m-married?”

You swear he brightens up impossibly, scooting closer to you on the seat. Heart lurching as he raises his eyes to meet yours, dizzy with the heat of his proximity, he promptly pulls out his Notes app.

“Well, you see. I forgot to send this with the invitation so you better memorize this before we get home.” flashing you a long, long list of likes and dislikes, “Here’s my favorite color and my favorite Digimon and-”

That car ride could not have been longer. Because in addition to arguing with Satoru about who the best Digimon was, you had to fill out your own version of his overly extensive list. “So we can be foolproof.” he’d whined. And you’d been so engrossed in the process that you barely noticed the looming estate out the window.

“We’re here, young master and madam Gojo.”

It took a second to register that the driver was talking to you as well as Satoru, immediately pushing your face against the window to take in the scenic site before you. Heavy wooden doors - probably taller than an average house - opening to reveal sprawling gardens. Koi ponds and rose bushes lining a pathway that led to a traditional Japanese house - all power and glory. You half wondered whether you were still in Tokyo.

“Home sweet home.” Satoru grunts. “Such a beautiful hell, huh?”

Your home, for the next month. At least.

And if you had any doubt that Satoru was in fact the future yakuza head, that all went out the window at the welcome you got. Men lining the wooden hallway, bowing at the waist while your all-new husband wraps a hand around your shoulders, pointing out the various rooms and ornaments as he led you in.

“-and this is going to be our room.” he brings you in front of a large tatami room, one the size of your entire diner.

“Ours.” you repeat. Walking unhurriedly to the king-sized bed in the middle - the only bed. Heart pounding as you take it all in.

“Ours.” Satoru echoes, happily. And if he was any bit as affected as you are, then he doesn’t show it, instead pulling out a blue yukata from the closet, a golden Gojo emblem stamped on the back. Made with such a pretty, delicate fabric that it made you shiver to think how much it cost. “Now, I had these made jus’ for you last week. You can give me a lil’ fashion show tomorrow, so make sure you get some rest, wifey.”

It’s only when he says the word “rest” that you realize exactly how tired you are. Your long shift and the entirety of this having your eyes feeling heavier than usual.

“Um…” you start, risking a glance at the bed.

Satoru jolts, “Ah- don’t worry, sweetheart. You take the bed.” beginning to saunter outside to meet his team. “Got some work, so I’ll be sleeping in my office. Dream of me~”

And, really, you almost felt bad splaying yourself out on the crisp navy sheets. Sinking into the heady smell of fabric softener, and something so so Satoru. Addictive. Like an expensive cologne that made your head spin, one that wafted through your mind as you dreamt of summer weddings, and blue, blue skies.

“Ichiji.”

“Yes, young master.”

“See to it that the madam is safe. Anyone try anything funny and you bring them back alive. I wanna be the one to play with them, okay~?”

“Of course, young master.”

---

Admittedly, you probably have the best sleep of your life at the Gojo estate- or, it would’ve been if your husband didn’t burst in every morning at 7am. Handing you a ridiculously big bouquet of white roses, straight from the garden, before dragging you outside.

Milling about the estate, Satoru was never too far behind, chattering away. Letting you hold onto his strong arm crossing the bridges, occasionally having you show up to yakuza meetings as his plus one. Relishing in the rumors spreading all through the yakuza syndicates in Tokyo. Gojo Satoru, and the commoner wife he’d do anything for.

Weirdly enough, some strange little part of you thinks he puts in a lot more work than necessary for some pretend relationship…

“I think that stupid plan is really working, y’know.” you muse to him after a few days of this. Dipping your fingers into one of your favorite koi ponds with a nod at the figures watching you from a distance - Gojo clan elders, you assume. “Those old coots hate being within a five mile radius of me.”

Satoru huffs out a laugh, “That so? S’probably the method acting then, huh? Taking good care of me, wifey?” he wiggles his eyebrows, nudging you from where he was holding an umbrella beside you.

Furrowing your brows mockingly, “S’funny for you to say, they don’t even look at me. But they follow me around everywhere.”

“Do they annoy you, must I do my duty as a husband and gouge their eyes out?”

He…didn’t sound like he was joking.

Rolling your eyes, you pointedly ignoring the way your heart lurches at the word “husband.” Still so jumpy at the idea. “Speaking of, your parents give up the marriage proposals, yet?”

At this, Satoru clenches his jaw. “Still nagging, but they’re finally considering you as my actual bride rather than some hijink.” he spits out, seemingly recalling whatever conversation they’d had before. “And they want to have some family ‘dinner’, but it’s going to be awful and you don’t-”

“Let’s go.” you interrupt, nodding determinedly. “The realer this marriage seems, the faster we can divorce, no?”

He blinks at you slowly, “That’s…true. For the divorce, then?”

“For the divorce.”

And, well, that was settled - you were to meet your new in-laws. The ever-elusive heads of the Gojo clan. Also one of the most powerful yakuza in all of Japan, but, semantics really.

You spend the evening cooped up with Satoru in the library, poring over the bloody history of the yakuza - with the Gojo’s heading them all. The only time he actually leaves your side is a few hours before the dinner.

“For you.” he’d murmured, lips ghosting your ear, slipping something cold onto your finger. You look down to see one of the most beautiful rings you’ve ever seen - gold, with delicate blue and white diamonds encrusting it, cut in the shape of roses. “Can’t be married without a wedding ring, huh? Think of it as a good luck charm for tonight.”

And with that he’s swept away in a flurry of bodyguards and ruffled men, and you’re left standing there all alone. Cheeks burning, wondering how the hell he knew your perfect fit.

You worry longer about the dinner than you spend actually preparing for it. Though, that’s probably because of the group of stylists that come into your room to help you dress. Wordlessly fussing around you despite your weak attempts at conversation, eyes averted. Almost like they were…scared of you.

But there wasn’t much time to think of that - not when you’re being marched off in the direction of what you remember Satoru had called the family dining room. “More like a fuckin’ meeting room for those hardasses.” he’d snarked.

The moment you step in, all eyes turn to you - the only ones you recognize being Satoru’s, who immediately stands with a smile. “Ah, wifey! Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” pulling you into a tight hug. His voice drops into a low, raspy murmur in your ear, “Ya look fuckin’ gorgeous in my colors, y’know.”

Traitorously, jolts of electricity run down your spine. Especially at how fucking gorgeous he looked in traditional wear. Whispering back, “Playing up the doting husband bit, huh?”

“Only for you.”

Pulling away, you drink in his dangerously handsome state. Hair so effortlessly styled, tattoos winking at you from just above his yukata - blue, to match yours. So pretty.

Stammering out, “Corny.”

“Only for-”

“Now that the girl is finally here, may we begin with dinner?” A stained voice sounds from behind Satoru, old and tinged with a tone that years of customer service told you did not bode well. Craning your head, you look over his broad shoulders, meeting the eyes of several disapproving elders.

Shit. Some of the most dangerous people in this country right now.

Gathered here - for you.

Automatically, you knew which ones were his parents - painfully upright, and hauntingly beautiful in a cold, calculated way. Sat right at the head of the long table. With a jolt, you realize that you two are seated right opposite them.

“So.” his mother starts, as you take your seat with a bow. Satoru doesn’t waste any time on niceties, plopping down right next to you, scooting closer than necessary. “Congratulations on the…wedding, my son.”

My son. You ignore the way both parents pointedly avoided looking at you. Your husband, however, does not. “What~ Not gonna wish my dear wife as well?”

It’s a silent staredown - one that has the entire room on edge. You don’t realize that you’re clenching your fists in tension until Satoru untangles them, slipping his larger hands into yours. Gaze still alarmingly intense and locked on the other side of the table.

He wins.

“Congratulations. Let us begin now.”

You breathe out a sigh of relief, the tension only slightly broken as butlers stream into the room, carrying decadent trays of food. Well, at least the food might make up for how appalling this dinner is going to be.

It’s only 15 minutes in that you realize how very, horribly wrong you are - because the elders of the Gojo estate really don’t hold back, do they? Thank God you memorized every part of that stupid likes and dislikes list.

Besides picking apart every aspect of your relationship that they could manage to squeeze out of you between the appetizer and the main course, the main scrutiny tonight seems to be you. But in that icy, subtle way that has Satoru’s jaw clenching tighter each second.

Lips curling, Gojo senior eyes you over his wine glass. “So, dear,” voice dripping with underlying venom despite the pet name. “Is it true our Satoru missed an esteemed marriage meeting with the Zenin group to ambush you at some rundown old diner?”

You fight to keep the smile plastered onto your face, painful and cracking under the pressure. A hand squeezing under the table to stop Satoru from opening his mouth to retort, you answer instead, “Well, ambushed wouldn’t be the word. You could say we fell in love over the counter - at my family’s diner.”

“A waitress, she said?”

“Now we know why it was this rushed. Probably pregnant.”

“The scandal. How far the Gojo name has fallen.”

The few stifled gasps from the other end of the table are so dramatic that you could almost laugh. But you don’t. Breath hitching as Mrs. Gojo chuckles, “Marrying the daughter of a lowly diner owner? How... quaint.”

“Mother, be quiet or-”

“What?” she throws her hands in exasperation. “Can’t I say anything around here. Honestly, Satoru, I’m just trying to make conversation with your new wife.”

Before either you or Satoru can react, his father speaks up, apparently not done with the interrogation. “You understand that we’re just worried, right, dear? Especially with marrying into prestigious families, of course.” The emphasis on “prestigious” is not lost on you.” And it drives you insane.

Steeling yourself, you train your eyes on the untouched food below you. “I understand.”

Plowing on as if trying to infuriate you, “And you understand that this position is dangerous? You’ll be targeted.”

“I understand.”

“Do you? Don’t be swept up in our Satoru’s charm and wealth, dear, my son just wants a way out of duty.” tone dripping with disdain, Satoru’s grip becoming tighter and tighter on yours. “The Gojo syndicate owns half of this city, we could bulldoze over that little diner of yours with only one phone call”

“My wife and I are leav-”

“I said I fuckin’ understand.” Your words hang in the air like a foul stench, and you raise your head to glare. If looks could kill, all the elders in this room would be six feet under and you’d be dancing on their graves already. “Neither me, nor my husband would ever let that happen because he knows a thing or two about respect, unlike you.” Lacing your fingers tighter with Satoru’s. “So shove your mighty family up your wrinkly asses. I don’t give a flying shit.”

Eyes wide, jaws dropped, the old couple opposite you finally seems stunned into silence. And if it was any other situation you could’ve almost laughed at how similar they looked to Satoru when he found out you thought his proposal was a prank.

His father adjusts his glasses. “Perhaps that is so.”

Ah, if only the rest of the table would be quietened just as easily.

“Not only is she a slut she’s a-”

Thud!

It all happens so fast you’re not even sure if your eyes are playing tricks on you. Because in a split-second, the knife that was at your side is suddenly embedded, deep into the wooden table - barely even an inch away from the elder that had spoken up.

“You’re lucky I’m matching with my wife n’ didn’t want to dirty this new yukata.” a voice sounds from your side. Melodic and so so eerie that you don’t realize for a second that it’s Satoru - your Satoru.

He loops an arm under your legs as he stands up. Easily maneuvering you into a princess carry, forcing you to cling onto his robes for dear life as your feet dangle from the floor. You look up - maybe to snap at Satoru to put you down - only for the words to die in your throat at how absolutely fucking feral your husband looked. Eyes wide, aura menacing. A grin gracing his features, not the familiar one which had your heart racing, no - something so dangerous and cold.

“Now,” he hums. Turning his back to the room, gaze still locked with the shocked heads inside, “My lovely wife and I will be retiring. Won’t you all say goodnight to your future madam?”

You don’t know what shocks you more - the way everyone in that room mumbles out a disdainful little “Goodnight, ma’am.”, or the way Satoru cackles as he carries you to your shared bedroom. Laying you gently on the mattress with a quiet, “Be right back, sweetheart.”

What the fuck happened?

He could’ve killed that man. And looked like he wanted to.

Your brain yells at you - run away run away run away- But you weren’t…scared? In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever been less fearful in your entire life. Especially not when Satoru stumbles back into the room, clearly rushing. Something warm spreading in your chest at the trays of food in his hands.

“Dinner’s better without a bunch of fossils on my kill list.” he grins. Settling right next to you on the bed, setting out the dinner he’d brought for you. And, well, you didn’t doubt that they really were on his kill list.

“Hey, wifey.” Satoru speaks up after a few moments of silence, satisfied with the food laid in front of you. “M’sorry for putting you through that. No more family dinners from now.”

You inch closer to lay your head on his sculpted shoulder, a hand bringing up the food to his pretty lips. He smelled so good, faintly like pine, and clouds. It made you so dizzy. “Eat, Satoru.”

That’s all which is said, because maybe that’s all that was needed. And for a second there, you almost forget that this is all pretend.

---

“Hey, uh- mister. You alright?” you call out, voice barely audible over the rain.

The sullen figure didn’t react at first, soaked through and eyes trained on the ground. Unmoving, even when you hesitantly drew closer, umbrella quivering in your hands.

You should turn around - walk away like everyone else on the sidewalk was doing. But no, something about the way he sat alone, stoic to the storm around him made you inch closer. “Here.” you hold out your umbrella. “S’our diner’s, but you look like you could use this more than I do.”

He jolts, as if hearing you for the first time. A flash of blue, so quick you almost think you miss it. Still not raising his head fully, the man’s snowy hair tousles as he jerkily closes around the handle. Pretty. And so so sad.

“It’ll be alright.” you nod.

And with that, you turn, running back in the rain to the haven of the diner, where your father was waiting impatiently - he’d just bought the boxes to start packing up for relocation. Fingers still burning ever-so-slightly where his hand had brushed against yours. How strange, you wondered his name.

---

Satoru stayed true to his word over the weeks that followed. His parents seemed well and fully intent on avoiding you. And, well, other than a few disdainful remarks, the elders mostly scurried away in fear at your very sight.

The only thing that made your skin prickle was that the housekeepers had a penchant for peeping in on the two of you. Increasingly following you - they always did, but now…honestly, it was a bit disconcerting.

But other than that, it was almost…peaceful. You wake up every morning to a large bouquet of burgundy roses at your bedside table - and a husband. Because Satoru had taken to sleeping on the little couch at the corner of your room every night - saying something about not wanting to rouse suspicion because if he actually had a wife he’d be “taking her to bed every night”. Somehow, you didn’t doubt it.

“Funny how it’s getting close to a month of being married, but you haven’t even kissed me yet.” you deadpan. Looking down at where he was resting his head in your lap, sprawled across the soft grass in the garden.

Something else also happened - something different.

Because Satoru was a bit touchier, a bit closer. Like right now, preening into your fingers carding through his soft hair. “Oh~? Why, wanna take me to bed, wifey?”

“You wish.”

“Maybe I do.”

Your hands still, pulse racing as your eyes bore into Satoru’s, trying to figure out what sort of bad joke this was. Subconsciously, you find yourself leaning down closer - too closer. Close enough that you could count every shade of blue in his hungry gaze. But by the grace of whoever was above-

“Young master, please excuse the intrusion but you have-”

Sitting up abruptly, addressing the newcomer in a stone-cold tone. “How many fuckin’ times have I not told you to never bother me when I’m with my wife?”

The servant bows apologetically, sputtering out apologies as you move to get up. Flashing a smirk at Satoru’s dramatic pout, “I have to catch up on some reading anyway. See ya, Satoru.”

“Noo~ my sweetheart don’t leave me~”

You stifle a laugh at his little tantrum, so different from when he was serious. He was so….dizzying. “You’ll be okay, Satoru.” Glancing up nervously to meet the servant’s intense stare, studying the scene before him, how different his master was. “I’ll be at the library now.”

And Satoru notices - of course, he does. He sees that tiny flash of concern in your eyes. One that you might not have noticed yourself. He lowers his voice as you walk away, so you don’t hear him speaking behind you. Words dripping with a similar venom he always heard from his parents, “Now, tell me who you’re spying for. Names, first and last.”

Satoru doesn’t join you in the library that day, the first time in weeks. And you find yourself missing him more than you should. It’s dark out by the time you’re raising your head from the books, joints aching from poring over them for hours. The house seems a lot quieter. Somewhat bigger.

Something was wrong. Something was wrong. Something was wrong.

Scratching the back of your head, you wander through the wooden hallways to your bedroom - wondering what was amiss. Your feet take you there as if on autopilot, thankful for Satoru’s meticulous tours.

“Hey,” you smile softly at a servant making your bed, “Where are-”

Your question dies in your throat at the way she yelps at your words, hurrying down the corridor with a jerky bow. Weird. Leaving you all alone, and confused, muttering to yourself, it’s only then that you notice the flash of red by your bedside table.

Not a bouquet. Only a single, red rose - a note tied around the stem, something you’d never gotten before.

“The marriage proposals have been revoked, your contract is fulfilled, my ex-wife.”

Oh, reading that hurt more than it should’ve. You should be happy at being free, a few days earlier than expected at that - but it was over - just like that. You didn’t want to leave him. You didn’t want to leave him.You didn’t want to leave him.

Were you going insane?

Clutching the flower like a lifeline, heaving out a sigh, “Maybe Satoru knows…”

“Thinking of me?”

Startled, you whirl behind to face your husband. In the dim-lighting, making out the stoney expression on his face, eyes wide and a little duller than they had been earlier today.

“Satoru?”

His eyes light up at the mere sound of your voice - then you’re engulfed in him. Wrapping you in his arms, bowing his body into yours, so tight that it almost hurts. But you let him, fisting the fresh yukata in your hands - and that’s when you realize, he’s changed his robes since this morning. “Are you okay?” you whisper into his shoulder. Drinking in the smell of his cologne, and something faintly metallic.

Every cell in your body is screaming at you to take the opportunity - to run away from this yakuza and his slaughter and whatever this was. But how could you? Staying rooted to the spot, not even a speck of fear.

Satoru heaves out a heavy breath, tickling the hairs at your nape as he pulls you impossibly closer. “Those nosy elders won’t be bothering you anymore, sweetheart. You’re free to go.”

A shudder runs down your spine at his words, and you didn’t want to think too hard about what they meant. Instead, you guide him to your bed - and, surprisingly, he allows you to. Letting the two of you sink into the plush mattress. With Satoru still in your arms. He repeats, “You’re free to go.”

Run away. Run away. Run away-

There it was again - that strained little manta. You stare right into his eyes, voice thick at the sinking feeling in your stomach. “My 30 days aren’t over yet.”

“Leave. Please.” he grunts into the crook of your neck, like your hands drawing patterns down his back had broken some dam. “M’not a good man.”

You press your lips to his forehead, searing and a desperate attempt to soothe the man. “I think I’ll be the judge of that.”

“I’m yakuza, sweetheart. Doomed to follow my parents here.” he mutters, strained and voice more unsure than you’ve ever heard. And once he started, it was like Satoru just couldn’t stop, rambling into your skin, “I hate it here, and you should, too. All these fuckin-”

“So go with me instead.”

“What if-”

“Toru.‘ you cut off his words, slurring and spilling out of his mouth. Gently, you pry him away from his little haven, reeling back to take a good look at the face he’s been hiding for so long. Hair mussed, curtaining his whirling eyes - all disheveled and vulnerable where he was once so suave.

Your eyes bore into his, unwavering. “It’ll be alright, Toru.”

And then he’s kissing you - and you’re kissing him. Only when his lips meet yours, soft, and so so sweet, do you realize that this is everything you ever want right now - possibly these past few weeks. “Y’can kill me if you don’ want his.” he mutters into your open mouth.

It’s so desperate - a messy clash of teeth and saliva, Satoru was drinking you in like you were the last drop of water on Earth. He tasted so sweet, like candy almost, and the gentle caress of a lover. You were addicted like you could do this forever and ever and-

And then he’s pulling away. A disappointed little whine leaves you involuntarily as he parts, delicate strings of saliva snapping in the space between you two. Satoru’s mouth drops into a soft oh! at the noise, surging forward minutely like he was about to kiss you senseless again. Only to halt with a pained grunt, just a hair’s breadth from your lips.

“M’sorry.” Claiming your lips once again, like a man possessed. Drinking in your breathless gasps. Like he never wanted to let go. “F-fuck, sweetheart. Y’don’t know how crazy you drive me.” he pants.

“Why did you pick me?” you blurt out, a question that had been nagging at the back of your mind every time Satoru slipped his hand in yours, introducing you as his loving wife. “Was it just the debt?”

He’s kissing your pulse now, canines hovering over the erratic little cadence. Breathing you in like you were intoxicating. “No.” he’s licking a long, languid stripe up your neck. Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down every inch of skin he could reach.

“Then why?” your words come out in almost an embarrassing plea. But by the way his breath hitches, you know that Satoru loves it.

“Because.” he breathes, “You treated me like a human.”

He’s capturing your lips with his again, nipping at your bottom lips. You squeal as he pulls, suddenly wanting him to tease you like this everywhere. To have him absolutely ruin you like you know he could - treat you like the wife he claimed you were.

But Satoru wasn’t done yet - far from it. He chuckles, kissing down your neck, fumbling with the ties of your yukata, “Remember that night? You probably don’t, was rainin’ so hard I thought I’d drown out there.” Worshiping the valley between your breasts as he hastily unbuckles your bra. “That night was when the marriage proposals had come in. They said I’d either carry the legacy or be forced to leave the family. Kicked out of my own home.”

And you’re reeling from both his words and the way Satoru was rocking his hips into yours now, something hot, and so achingly hard pressing in the damp area between your legs. “Thought I was gonna take ‘em all out that night.”

“Take them all out?” your breath hitches.

“Every. Single. One.” Fingers dancing across the hem of your panties. “Wouldn’t have felt bad about it either.”

Satoru’s licking down your navel now, humming in confirmation into your skin. “But then…” he groans, taking in the first fucking sinful sight of your drenched panties. So flimsy and already dripping for him - and after just a few kisses, really? You were heaven on Earth. “But then along came you. So pretty and all worried f’me. The daughter of that diner owner I’d loaned money too.”

You watch, heart racing as Satoru swallows in awe. Darkened gaze locked on the way your slick beads out of your pussy, bare thighs trying to close - give yourself some semblance of dignity. But no- how could you? When Satoru’s holding them apart.

“And then I knew…” he’s sliding his index underneath your panties up and down, grazing your swollen folds. Pooling your sweet sweet juices on his fingertip before popping it into his mouth. Eyes fluttering shut at the taste, and you’ve never seen him look so blissful. “I just had to have you.”

Rip!

The cold air brushes against you before you even know it - only when you feel Satoru’s hot breath against your dripping cunt does it hit - this bastard just ripped your panties off. And he was dangling it like a badge of honor, breathing in your juices so animalistically.

Your lips wobble as he just admires your pussy, the way it glistens and clenches around nothing. “Hah- please.”

“Please what?” he grins, and you can feel him licking little circles around your inner thigh. So close. “The wife of a yakuza boss has gotta know how to use her words.”

“You’re awful.”

“And yet you married me.”

With such a cute lil’ whine that makes Satoru’s cock twitch so painfully, you buck your hips closer to his hot mouth. “Wan’ your mouth on me, to eat me out. Please, Toru.”

He lets out a shuddering breath, “There’s my girl.”

You gasp when he surges forward, burying his pretty face nose-deep in your pussy. Holding your breath as he lazily licks up your folds - long, sloppy movements of his tongue all the way from your base to your swollen clit. Swirling deftly around the sensitive nub.

Drunk off your pussy with the way he’s so messy - seemingly unable to decide between sucking harshly on your poor, ravaged clit to dipping into your sloppy hole. And it’s driving you mad, keening and pulling at his soft locks. You haven’t been touched this good in ages, and Satoru was well and fully intent on ruining you.

“Shhh, don’t worry, wifey.” words muffled into your cunt, “Your husband’s gonna take care of you.” He’s throwing your legs over his broad shoulders.

“Real good care of you.” Then he’s plunging knuckle-deep in your plushy pussy, the tips of his long fingers massaging your plushy walls. Messy enough that your slick is trailing down his wrist. Roaming for that one spot he knows will have you moaning deliciously. Pressing down, hard. “Found it. Gonna have you screamin’ my name til’ the entire estate hears.”

You tug on his hair, urging Satoru’s mouth towards your cunt - partially because you wanted him there, partially because you really needed him to shut up right now.

And shit how could he ever say no to his pretty wife?

Satoru is grinning, you can feel it on your throbbing clit as he wraps his pretty pink lips around it. Pumping his fingers in and out, hitting that little spot each and every time. Looking like he was absolutely in heaven as he rolls and swirls his tongue against your clit over and over and-

“Sh-shit. Toru-”

“Mmm, yes- fuck, love it when you call me that.” he groans. And oh he’s looking at you like he wants to devour you - eyes half-lidded, such a pretty blush disting his cheeks - and making out with your pussy just as much. Tilting his head back, back, back so that your juices slide down his throat. “Feels good? Ya like when m’ruining your pretty pussy?”

“Yes!” you squirm. Shaking, bucking your hips into his touch so desperately. “Wanted it s’bad.”

He’s becoming frenzied now, drinking in your cute little whimpers like he was addicted. But it wasn’t enough - it never was and fuck Satoru wanted more more more-

“Move your hips, yeah- jus’ like that.” Satoru’s grunting and smacking his lips against your own. Letting you pull and angle him just as you please.

“Gonna be the best fuckin’ husband you’ll ever have. N’ anyone that says otherwise, m’gonna fuckin’ kill.” The vibrations have your body jerking violently. “Make you cum harder than y’ever have. C’mon, say yes.”

And with that, he’s alternating between lapping at your clit and bullying his tongue through your swollen folds. Stretching you, thrusting in and out of your sloppy hole. Jaw grinding deeper into you as he eats you out like his last meal. “Ngh- fuck, yes yes yes-”

“Beg for it, beg for your husband.”

“Wanna cum- Ah! Please, wanna cum, Toru.”

One hand so messy toying with your dripping entrance - not having the patience or the sanity to even draw circles anymore. Just quick, hurried patterns to get you off. The other digging into your hips, so hard you were sure it’d leave marks for tomorrow. Making you drag your sloppy pussy senselessly all over his mouth. Using him.

“Hngh- Toru! Ah- fuck fuck Toru Toru T-” You’re shaking - crying out as you cum. A guttural, strangled moan of your husband’s name. So violent, and hard that you don’t even realize at first. Just that you’re rocking your hips into Satoru, white-hot pleasure behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears.

And he doesn’t stop - not even once. If you were in any better state of mind you’d wonder whether it hurt - whether his fingers were cramping up, and his tongue was tired. If they were, he didn’t show, only letting you chase your high as roughly as you want.

Greedily lapping up all your juices. Even when you’re blinking your vision back, chest heaving as you try to regain our breath. “S-Satoru.” you mewl, stars behind your eyes with each flick of his tongue.

“Jus’ a bit more. Wanna taste all of you.”

You weren’t going to make it out alive.

Big, fat tears pricking at your eyes from the overstimulation as Satoru finally rises from what you almost worried would be his favorite seat. “All done. Now, keep that pretty lil’ cunt on display f’me, my girl.”

And your cunt is clenching in- fear? Anticipation? As your husband finally unties his yukata, letting it slide off those milky, toned shoulders. And shit he was such a fucking masterpiece. The dim-lighting bouncing off every curve and dip of those carved abs. Delicate swirls of his tattoo inching from his collarbone, down, down, down, hugging Satoru in a way that made you so half-lucidly jealous. All the way till the last inky thorn meets the neat tufts of white hair peeking up from the hem of his underwear.

“Touch me.” he groans into your ear. The words barely leave those pretty lips before your hands are everywhere. Dancing down his tattoo, groping at this pecs - too much to worship, not enough time.

“Toru…” you trail off, hand reaching out to brush his waistband. Tugging just enough that his throbbing cock springs out, hitting his sculpted abdomen. Red, and so so angry, fat tip weeping down his length, already so soaked in precum. He was so intimidatingly long - longer than anyone else you’d had before. Thick enough that you wondered whether you’d hurt yourself.

And he sees right through you.

“Now now, none of that.” he tuts, pushing your bare thighs as far apart as they’d go. He spreads your cunt so shamefully with his thumb. Spitting once, twice. Some of it splatter against your thigh as Satoru mixes his saliva with your slick. “Don’t worry, wifey, m’gonna make it feel good for ya.”

You flinch as he uses you like some object. Dangerously liking it more and more as he drags his fat head down your folds. Wetting himself, all the preparation he was going to give you because fuck Satoru needed to be inside your pretty lil’ pussy right now.

Then you feel like you’re being split apart - as if Satoru’s cock was pushing all the way to your lungs as he presses through the first ring of muscle.

“Ah! Ngh- Toru, s’too big!” you yelp, eyes locked on the way your lips were stretched so lewdly around his tip. Clamping and quivering as he keeps pushing in, inch by fucking inch. No mercy. Absolutely none at all.

And while he sounded like he was on cloud nine, you were having your head spin, torn between wanting to run away from his massive cock and just push yourself down for more more more. His lips claim yours - absolutely animalistic because God he needed to shut up your pretty whines or else Satoru was going to cum right here right now.

“Breathe, sweetheart, breath. Ngh- You can take it.” Satoru pants into your mouth, fucking into you in mindless, shallow little thrusts just to fit inside your snug cunt. Sounding like he was losing his sanity each time your heavenly walls milked him. “So fuckin’ tight. Jus’ relax f’me. Oh yeah, jus’ like that. You can take it you can-”

You gasp for air when he finally bottoms out inside you, tears streaming down your face and clawing at his back.

Satoru only coos, letting you mark him up all you want. Pace increasing relentlessly, “Aww, my good lil’ wife. Taking me so well, huh?” Starting to rock his hips just a bit faster into yours, “Always knew y’would.”

“Can y’feel me, right-.” Balls smacking against your ass, his finger tracing an invisible line halfway down your tummy. “-here?” Thumb stroking where he could feel himself bulging inside you, pressing down. Hard.

You almost sob at the pressure, jolting - you should’ve expected that the yakuza boss would fuck so mean.

And shit you can just do nothing but take it, hips jerking wildly as Satoru pounds into you with reckless abandon. Clutching at his shoulders, the sheets, his hair - just anything.

“C’mon~ Don’t run away from me,” he grunts, strained like he’s struggling to maintain restraint. Lacing his fingers on top of your head to slide you impossibly deeper onto his cock. “Jus’ fuckin’ got you, so don’t you dare run away.”

You can only nod. Eyes glazed, cockdrunk and letting him thrust so sloppily. “Won’t run away Toru…” you babble, “Wan’ you to make me yours.”

“Mine? Gonna be all mine?”

“All yours, Toru.”

And maybe you were an idiot, maybe you were a mastermind - because with a choked out little moan of what sounded like your name, Satoru’s pulling you both to sit up. The gravity makes you bury his cock deeper and faster into your tight pussy.

With the new angle, your husband’s hitting all the right spots easily, almost as if he knew your body better than you did. Veins rubbing so deliciously against your walls, shifting around your hips to fuck up into that poor, abused spot.

“Ya like this, huh?” he groans, fingers now toying with your ravaged clit. Rolling it around harshly between two fingers. “Always knew this cute pussy could take me s’well. Just didn’t know it would feel this fucking heavenly.”

Faster, sloppier. Bouncing you on his rock-hard cock like he was claiming you from the inside. So, so desperate and debauched.

And exactly where you wanted to be.

You leave delicate pink bites down this pale neck, alongside those roses - marking him in your own way as you edge closer and closer. It was too much. Everything was too much.

“Toru-” you sob. And he already knew what that meant. With how your voice breaks so adorably and the way you’re clenching around him hard enough that it’s almost difficult to ruin that cute pussy.

“Close?”

“Mhm…”

“Well then.” thrusts getting sloppy, with no reason or rhythm now. Grip on your body tightening like a vice. “Cum f’me like a good lil’ wife, then.”

And that makes you throw your head back in ecstasy - it makes you cum. Thighs quivering, jolts of electricity running down all the way from your overstimulated cunt to your hazy mind. It has you chanting Satoru’s name like a lifeline while his teeth dig into your flesh. Hard enough that you distinctly wondered whether he was out for blood.

Letting out low, muffled moans into your neck while he cums as well. Hot ropes of seed filling up your poor, bloated pussy, painting your walls such a sinful white. Cumming and cumming so hard you wondered whether you’d make it out alive.

And because of the obscene position, you could feel the way it dribbled down your legs. Thick globs landing in a pool on the overpriced sheets below, smearing so lewdly between you two. Hips still fucking up into you - not even thinking about it as he pushes his seed deeper and deeper.

You managed to raise your eyes, still dazed to meet his - exhausted, and dark with lust and something else that you really weren’t in the right mind to decipher right now.

And then Satoru’s lips find yours again, biting and tugging lazily. Tasting so unfairly of candy and sweet, sweet trouble. Body melting into you like all the worries have been lifted from his shoulders. He’s looping his arms tighter around your waist, crushing you into an almost-painful hug against him.

Something soft. Something new. Something that makes a little part of your heart twinge to break the kiss and pull away mere millimeters. “We better not divorce after this.”

“Of course not.” He chuckles into your lips, resting his forehead against yours like he was trying to map the constellations in your eyes. “I haven’t even given you my wedding gift yet.”

Smirking, you lock your legs tighter around Satoru’s toned waist as he lets the two of you fall back into the mattress. Sinking into it - and each other - with both exhaustion and something of a quiet, unspoken little fondness. Batting your lashes up at him, “Mhm, I remember someone talking about giving me four mercedes as a wedding gift and I’m leaving if not.”

“Well then, better get to it. Four for my in-laws to get on their good side, too,” he nuzzles the bite mark on your neck. “Because I plan to stay like this for a long, long time.”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

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jungwnies · 1 month ago

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f1 grid (1/2) | dropping the towel

this photo of lando is taking me the fuck out rn LMFAO

୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, & charles leclerc (click here for part two) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by 🫐) : pranking your boyfriend by pretending to drop your towel mid grwm (get ready with me), only to reveal you’re fully dressed...cue panic, confusion, and betrayal.

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : tws : slightly suggestive ୨ৎ : word count : 857 (this is kinda short im shocked...)

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : this was so fun icl ... anon ily also... happy birthday!! <3 🥲

ʚ・max verstappen

you had your phone propped up, mid-grwm recording, casually explaining your "makeup routine" while max was somewhere in the apartment, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

the second you heard his footsteps approaching, you went for it.

with the most dramatic expression possible, you grabbed the edge of your towel and yanked it off.

fully clothed underneath.

max’s reaction was immediate.

before his brain could even process what was happening, he launched himself forward, arms wide, entire body blocking the camera like he was defending pole position.

“BABY?! are you CRAZY?? STOP—oh… wait.”

his breathing was slightly uneven, his eyes wide, staring at you.

then, realization hit him like a red bull one-two finish.

his arms slowly lowered, brows furrowed, blinking like he just lost a crucial race strategy.

you stood there, fully clothed, biting back laughter.

max just stared. processed. stared some more.

then, in a voice filled with betrayal and exhaustion—

“what the hell, y/n?! you almost gave me a heart attack!”

you couldn’t hold it in anymore, bursting into laughter, while he ran a hand down his face, shaking his head.

max turned away, muttering in rapid dutch, something about “stupid pranks” and how you were going to be the “end of him.”

as he walked off, still cursing under his breath, you called after him, “love you, babe!”

without turning around, he just threw a hand up in frustration, mumbling, “yeah, yeah…”

ʚ・lewis hamilton

you were mid-grwm, camera rolling, when lewis strolled into the room, green juice in hand, completely oblivious to the chaos about to unfold.

instead of questioning it, he immediately hyped you up.

“damn, babe, you’re bold today!” he smirked, watching you dramatically grab the edge of your towel.

you yanked it off with full confidence—revealing that you were completely clothed underneath.

silence.

lewis just stood there, blinking, processing the absolute betrayal he just witnessed.

hands slowly went to his hips.

“…so you woke up and chose violence?”

you were already cracking up, but lewis remained stone-faced, slowly sipping his juice with a level of dramatic flair only he could pull off.

your laughter only doubled, while he shook his head in disappointment.

for the rest of the day, he casually roasted your “failed execution.”

“at least make it believable, babe.”

“i expected more from you.”

“where’s the dedication? the art? the drama?”

by the end of it, you swore he was more upset about the lack of commitment than the prank itself.

ʚ・george russell

george walked into the room at the absolute worst (or best) possible moment—just as you dramatically grabbed the edge of your towel.

his eyes widened in immediate horror.

"y/n, what are you doing?! we have neighbors!"

his voice rose an octave, hands already halfway in the air as if preparing to shield you from an imaginary audience.

then—you ripped off the towel.

fully clothed.

silence.

a long, deep, exasperated sigh left his lips, relief washing over him like he just avoided a pr disaster.

“i genuinely thought i was about to have a scandal on my hands.”

you were dying laughing, while george simply pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering to himself as he straightened imaginary wrinkles on his already perfectly crisp shirt.

“you’re insufferable, i swear.”

as he walked out, still grumbling about your antics, you caught him checking the window blinds...just in case.

ʚ・carlos sainz

carlos walked into the room, immediately spotting you recording something suspicious.

his eyes narrowed.

“por favor, don’t do something crazy.”

you simply smirked, dramatically gripping the towel like you were about to change the course of his life.

carlos tensed.

and then—you yanked it off.

fully clothed.

carlos didn’t react at first.

instead, he looked around the room suspiciously, checking corners, squinting at the ceiling like there was a hidden camera crew lurking nearby.

“where are the cameras? lando put you up to this, no?”

you were wheezing, but carlos was still fully convinced this was some kind of elaborate scheme.

even after you swore it was just a prank, he shook his head, laughing.

“one day, i will get you back. hard.”

something about the way he said it made you gulp.

ʚ・charles leclerc

charles walked in at the exact moment you grabbed the towel, your expression all too mischievous.

his eyes widened in pure panic.

“mon amour, what are you doing?!”

in true dramatic fashion, he stumbled forward, nearly tripping over his own feet in a desperate attempt to stop the inevitable.

but before he could reach you—you yanked the towel off.

fully clothed.

he froze.

one hand went straight to his chest, like he had just been personally victimized.

“you want me to die young, is that it?”

you were already doubled over in laughter, but charles wasn’t done.

with a deep sigh, he dramatically collapsed onto the nearest chair, running a hand through his hair like he had aged ten years.

muttering in french, he shook his head.

“ma copine est complètement folle… (my girlfriend is completely crazy…)”

still recovering from his fake near-death experience, he peeked up at you.

“you enjoyed that too much.”

you smirked. “oh, absolutely.”

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hearts4sturn · 1 month ago

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LOVE YOU TOO – CHRIS STURNIOLO

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader synopsis: in which the reader pranks chris by not saying “i love you” back warnings: lowercase intended, no mentions of y/n, fluff!!

chris had a knack for getting under her skin—every other day, without fail. innocently, of course. sometimes it was something simple, like a crumpled paper ball lobbed in her direction when she wasn’t paying attention, or a quick splash of water from his hands after washing them. nothing that would make her seriously mad, but enough to get on her nerves. and every time, she’d swear she’d get him back, that this time, she’d win.

the thing was, chris was unpredictable. he could read her too well. he could tell when she was about to pull something, anticipate her every move. it was like he was always one step ahead, like he had some sort of sixth sense for her plans. every time she tried, he’d stop it before it even started—like catching her in the act but without her even having a chance to act. it frustrated her to no end, the way he always managed to see right through her.

whenever it happened, she’d slump into a pout, a silent surrender to his constant edge. and he'd just look at her, that smirk of his stretching across his face, like he’d already won the game, without needing to say a word. it always made her want to try harder. next time, she promised herself. next time, she’d win.

tonight was different, though. as she lay on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through tiktok, her thoughts wandered. it was one of those nights where nothing could hold her attention, but she kept swiping anyway, letting her thumb flick over the endless stream of “couple-tok” videos. most of them were the same—couples pulling harmless pranks on each other, calling each other "husband" or "wife" and watching their confused reactions. she chuckled at a few, wondering what chris would do if she tried something like that. would he play along, or would he give her that look—the one that said really?

then, she stumbled on something that made her pause. a couple where the girl didn’t say "i love you" back when her boyfriend said it. his face dropped, and she could practically feel his hurt through the screen. it wasn’t dramatic, just… quiet disappointment. and that’s when it hit her.

if there was one thing she knew for sure about chris, it was that he hated uncertainty. not returning his affection? that would get to him. no question. he wore his feelings openly, and the thought of her not reciprocating them would probably mess with his head for days. she knew she could get under his skin like that.

is it too much? she thought for a moment. but then the little voice in her head reminded her of all the times he’d pulled something on her—catching her off guard, making her pout when she was supposed to win. this is just payback, she reasoned. just a little revenge.

with a self-satisfied smirk, she powered off her phone and got up, walking toward their shared room. there was no turning back now.

“baby?” she heard chris call from inside.

“yeah?” she yelled back, not moving from her spot on the couch.

“can you please, pleaseee get me a pepsi from the fridge?” he asked, his voice exaggerated for effect.

she smiled to herself, already feeling the stir of mischief. she sighed dramatically, got up, and padded toward the kitchen, her feet warm against the cool floor. opening the fridge, she pulled out a cold can of pepsi, feeling the chill bite into her fingers as she held it in her hand.

“here you go,” she said, stepping into the room.

chris was sitting at his desk, black headphones over his ears, eyes locked on his computer screen. without looking up, he took the can from her, cracking it open with that satisfying hiss.

“thanks, baby. i love you,” he muttered, settling back into his chair, already shifting his attention back to his game.

“mhm, of course,” she replied, already turning to leave. her footsteps were light, the door just in reach when she heard him pull off his headphones.

“babe?” he said, his voice suddenly more serious.

she stopped mid-step, glancing back at him, raising an eyebrow. “yeah?”

“i love you,” he said, stretching the words out slowly, like he needed to make sure she heard it.

she couldn’t help the tiny smile tugging at the corner of her lips, but she kept her face neutral. “mhm, i’ll be up in a little,” she said, already making her way toward the door again.

but he wasn’t letting it go. his expression shifted, brows furrowing in confusion, his eyes narrowing slightly like he was trying to figure something out.

“babe.”

she bit back a laugh, turning slowly, giving him an innocent look. “yeah?”

“i love you,” he repeated, softer this time, more serious, like the words meant something more than usual.

she held back the grin that was threatening to break through, her eyes softening for just a second. “mhm, i know,” she said, feeling the smirk finally slip through.

chris pouted dramatically, standing up from his chair, crossing his arms. “are you mad at me? did i do something wrong?” he asked, his voice already shifting into that playful whine she knew so well. he walked up to her, taking her hands in his and looking into her eyes like she held the answers.

“no, i’m not mad,” she said, trying her best to look unaffected, though she couldn’t stop the slight shrug.

“then why aren’t you saying it back?” he whined, a little more desperate this time, the playful tone still lingering but now mixed with mock frustration. “whatever i did wrong, i’m sorry, okay?”

“chris… are you okay?” she asked, amusement dancing in her voice, though she tried to keep it in check.

“no!” he huffed, still holding her hands, swinging them back and forth like a child. “you won’t say it back!”

she raised an eyebrow, lips twitching with the effort to hold her composure. “say what?” she asked, feigning innocence, though she already knew.

“‘i love you’!” he whined again, voice rising in pitch as he leaned in closer, clearly playing up the drama.

she couldn’t hold it in anymore—she laughed, letting go of his hands to cover her mouth, enjoying the sweet satisfaction of the prank.

“what? what’s so funny?” he asked, genuinely confused, his brows furrowing.

“i got you!” she grinned, her eyes lighting up. “you keep pranking me, so i finally found a way to get you back!”

his face flickered with recognition, the smallest smile trying to break through his mock indignation. “oh.” then, with a stomp of his foot and an exaggerated sigh, he crossed his arms tightly. “now i’m mad at you.”

“oh come on, chris,” she said, trying (and failing) to turn him around by tugging gently on his arm.

“say you love me, and i’ll turn around,” he mumbled, his back still to her, though she could hear the softness creeping into his voice.

she leaned in, whispering near his ear with a teasing grin, “i love youuu!”

he turned around instantly, pulling her into a tight hug, his lips pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “i love you too,” he said, though his voice held that slight warning she knew so well, a playful scolding. “don’t ever pull something like that again.”

she laughed, shaking her head as she wrapped her arms around him. “okay, okay, i won’t! but i got you good, didn’t i?”

he mumbled under his breath, his faint grin still tugging at his mouth. “yeah, yeah, whatever.”

she pulled back slightly, giving him a teasing look. “admit it, you love me more now that you’ve been pranked.”

he rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the smile spreading across his face. “you’re impossible.”

“and you love me for it,” she said with a wink, her heart light, enjoying the warmth of their little game.

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burrowlvrr · 4 months ago

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— MORTGAGE MISCHIEF, joe burrow.

PAIRING: Joe Burrow 𝔁 Black!Wife!Reader

GENRE: Husband & Dad Joe

SUMMARY: In which — Y/N caves in and makes a TikTok account, and it doesn't take long for her to try to prank her unserious husband.

NOTE: I love this trend on TikTok so freaking much, bro, I just couldn't help myself. I wish there was more pranks going around TikTok so I could write another one lol! Feel free to send me more ideas and suggestions, enjoy!

UNIVERSE: Tenderhearts & Touchdowns!

Y/N had never been the kind of person to keep up with social media trends. Her Instagram was mostly filled with family snapshots, vacation photos, and the occasional throwback post from her college days. TikTok, though? That was a whole different ballgame.

She’d heard the buzz about it, of course—the dances, the memes, the endless rabbit hole of videos that could steal hours of your day—but it wasn’t really her thing.

That is, until some of Joe’s fans started flooding her DMs.

It wasn’t unusual for her to get messages from fans, most of them kind and supportive, occasionally sprinkled with the usual social media chaos. But after a family photo Joe posted went viral—a candid shot of the two of them laughing while their kids played in the background—her inbox blew up.

Several people had suggested she start a TikTok account, saying things like, “Your family is so cute, we’d love to see more of you guys!” and “Please post more videos of Joe being a dad; it’s the content we all need!”

At first, she brushed it off. The idea of putting her family out there in such a public way made her hesitant. Their life was private, cozy, and real—did she really want to open that up to the internet? But the messages kept coming, and her curiosity eventually got the better of her. One evening, after the kids were asleep and Joe was watching game highlights, she downloaded the app.

It didn’t take long for TikTok to reel her in. The first few days, she lurked quietly, scrolling through endless videos of clever pranks, hilarious parenting fails, and, of course, a whole section of TikToks dedicated to football wives and girlfriends. It was the pranks that hooked her.

Women were pulling the funniest, most creative stunts on their unsuspecting husbands—pretending to be mad over made-up arguments, mispronouncing their favorite athletes’ names, and her personal favorite, casually dropping bombshell “confessions” to see how their partners would react.

She couldn’t resist.

“This would be perfect for Joe,” she’d said to herself one night, already grinning at the thought. He was so even-keeled most of the time, but his sass came out when he was caught off guard, and she couldn’t wait to see what he’d say.

So, Y/N started posting. At first, it was just lighthearted videos of their kids, like Hudson and Elijah racing each other in the backyard or Sawyer trying to crawl after their dog, who always managed to stay just out of reach. The comments poured in, full of love and laughter, and she started to feel less nervous about sharing these little moments. And then came the pranks.

She eased into them, starting small—things like pretending to forget what day of the week it was or asking Joe if she could switch his game-day hoodie with one of hers. His reactions were gold, and her videos started gaining traction. She didn’t know how many people would find it so funny, but apparently, the internet loved Joe Burrow getting pranked as much as she did.

Which is how she found herself, phone in hand, ready to execute her latest and possibly best trend yet: the “I can’t pay the mortgage this month” prank.

The living room buzzed with the quiet hum of family life. Hudson and Elijah were seated cross-legged on the rug, their faces scrunched in concentration as they connected Lego pieces, the colorful blocks scattered across the coffee table like a mini construction zone. Sawyer, their youngest, was on the floor nearby, rolling lazily on her playmat while holding her bottle with both hands, occasionally babbling nonsense to herself.

Joe was stretched out on the couch, the epitome of relaxation in his gray hoodie and sweatpants, his wife’s legs comfortably draped over his thighs. His focus was glued to the MMA fight playing on the TV, and he absently stirred his spoon around a bowl of cereal balanced in his hand.

Every so often, he’d let out a low, “Oof,” reacting to a particularly hard punch or takedown, his body slightly tensing with the action on screen.

Y/N sat beside him, phone in hand, scrolling through TikTok. She stumbled across the trend a few hours ago, and decided that now was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Glancing sideways at Joe, she smirked to herself. This will be fun.

She adjusted her phone subtly, angling it to record, and cleared her throat dramatically. “Joe?”

“Hmm?” he murmured, not taking his eyes off the screen as he scooped another bite of cereal.

“I need to tell you something,” she said softly, injecting a hint of nervousness into her tone.

Joe didn’t look up. “What’s up, baby?”

“Don’t get mad at me, okay?” she added, biting her bottom lip to suppress a grin.

That got his attention. Joe’s hand froze midair, his spoon hovering over the bowl, and he turned his head toward her, squinting slightly.

“What? Why would I get mad?” His sharp gaze shifted to the phone in her lap. “Wait… why’re you recording? You pregnant again?”

Y/N burst out laughing at his assumption, unable to keep up her serious facade. “What? No!”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause that’s how you told me about Sawyer,” he replied with a smirk, leaning back on the couch and rubbing his free hand over his face.

“You just pulled out your phone, started recording, and bam—‘Congratulations, you’re gonna be a dad again!’” Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help giggling. “I’m serious, Joe. This is important.”

“Alright, alright,” he said, setting his cereal down on the side table and shifting so he was facing her fully. “What’s going on? And why are you being all dramatic about it?”

Y/N took a deep breath, steadying herself before delivering her line. “I, uh… I won’t be able to pay the mortgage this month.”

Joe blinked at her, his brows knitting together in confusion. “Girl, what are you talking about?” His tone was casual but tinged with disbelief.

She tried to keep her composure, clasping her hands together as if pleading. “The school’s on winter break, so my paycheck isn’t going to be enough. I just—ugh, I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Joe stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. “Okay, wait. How much is the mortgage?”

Y/N’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “Uh… like… $2,000?” she guessed, feigning confidence.

Joe’s mouth twitched, and he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Babe. You don’t even know how much it is, do you?”

“Well…” she stalled, trying to recover.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, leaning back against the couch and crossing his arms. “You’ve never paid the mortgage.”

“I know!” Y/N blurted, throwing her hands up dramatically. “I was going to as your Christmas present, but my paycheck won’t be enough now!”

Joe’s brow furrowed again, but this time his lips quirked upward, unable to hide his amusement. “So let me get this straight. You don’t know how much the mortgage is. You’ve never paid it before. And now you’re stressed because your Christmas present was gonna be paying it, but you can’t?”

“Exactly!” she said, doubling down.

For a moment, Joe just stared at her, then he broke into a deep laugh, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “You’re crazy,” he muttered, shaking his head. Grabbing his cereal bowl, he leaned back against the couch.

“Don’t worry about it, babe. I got it.” He scooped another spoonful and took a bite like it was the most casual thing in the world.

Y/N couldn’t hold it in any longer. She burst into laughter, clutching her stomach as she nearly dropped her phone.

Joe raised an eyebrow at her, still chewing. “What’s so funny now?”

“It was a TikTok prank!” she wheezed, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

Joe’s smirk deepened as he shook his head. “Yeah, I figured. There’s no way you were being serious.”

“You were so calm about it, though!” she said, still laughing. “I really thought I’d get a bigger reaction out of you!”

“Nah,” Joe replied, reaching over to pinch her ankle playfully. “You’re too bad at lying, babe. Next time, at least Google how much the mortgage is first.”

From the floor, Hudson looked up from the Lego set with a curious expression. “What’s a mortgage?”

Joe snorted, pointing his spoon at his son. “Something you don’t gotta worry about, buddy.”

Elijah chimed in without looking up from his Legos. “Mommy’s bad at pranks.”

Sawyer let out a happy babble from her playmat, almost as if she agreed.

Joe laughed, pulling Y/N closer with one arm. “Looks like the jury’s unanimous, babe. Better luck next time.”

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22ayla21 · 2 months ago

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Harassment Part III

No matter how well-mannered the guys are, within the walls of Night Raven College, there are those who will start harassing guests from another world.

Warning: unpleasant content, mentions of harassment, if you are uncomfortable, do not read. Fem! Reader, Ortho is platonic

Third year Second year First year

Ace Trappola

Even if Ace pretends at some point that he is not interested or that it does not concern him, if the situation gets out of hand, he will not be able to stand aside. He would immediately intervene without thinking. His brutal honesty and straightforwardness will not allow him to ignore such things. Ace would approach the harassers with a wary and serious expression, making it clear that they should not even think about continuing.

Ace is a straightforward person, and his speech can be harsh. He would not make hints or gossip, but would immediately say that his beloved is not up for anyone's pranks and that if someone tries to continue, he will deal with it. It is unlikely that he will be rude to others, but in such a situation his speech will be precise and categorical.

If threats and words fail, Ace will not hesitate to use his magic and even physical force to put violators in their place. Ace will not avoid a fight if necessary. He can easily use his magical abilities to scare or, in extreme cases, harshly punish those who violate boundaries.

As a man with a strong sense of justice and loyalty, Ace will protect his lover by any means necessary, even if it requires him to go beyond lightheartedness and jokes. He will not tolerate the slightest humiliation for the person he values.

Despite his outwardly relaxed personality, Ace can still show some jealousy when it comes to his lover. His teasing can change to a serious attitude once he realizes that his feelings are truly strong. At some point, he may even show protective care, rather than just a rude reaction.

Deuce Spade

Despite all his kindheartedness and his desire to be a serious and model student, Deuce would not be able to stand by if someone insulted or bullied his lover.

His protectiveness would not simply be the result of jealousy, but also of deep affection. First of all, he would probably feel uneasy about her being a person from another world, perhaps not always understanding or prepared for the strict rules and regulations of this school. He would know for sure that she should not subject herself to such treatment, and he would become her protector.

Deuce would quickly recognize which of the guys at the College are rude, and if he saw harassment, he would not hesitate to intervene. He would approach these guys with straightforward confidence, and perhaps in a loud and decisive tone tell them to leave her alone. And if that wasn't enough, he wouldn't be afraid to use his fists to demonstrate his seriousness.

However, his impulsiveness could work against him. After such an incident, despite his good intentions, he could get into trouble with teachers or other students. But despite this, Deuce would not regret anything, because for him, the well-being of his beloved would be more important than public opinion.

His delinquent nature would also show in this case: he would not be able to sit quietly if someone violated his beloved's personal boundaries. This would be a clear example of how he can show his old side when it comes to justice.

Jack Howl

At first, he will observe the situation carefully, assessing the threat and the reactions of the people around him. Jack is a man who is used to deciding everything himself and prefers not to interfere until he deems it necessary. He will not act impulsively, but if the situation gets out of control, he will not hesitate.

If his lover is really being persecuted, his attitude will change dramatically. Jack is a wolf, and wolves protect their pack, especially the one that has earned his respect and affection. He will act decisively and perhaps harshly, using his physical abilities and skill at manipulating the situation to punish those who dare to touch her. Jack may act reservedly, but his actions will be decisive and effective.

Jack will not admit his feelings directly, but his actions will show that this is an important moment for him. For example, he may calmly approach his lover after the incident, saying something like, “Don’t think I’m going to let them treat you like this.” He won't be the one to shower you with compliments, but his actions will speak for themselves.

Jack is a man with a strong sense of justice, and if his beloved is harassed, he will see it as an act of injustice. He will be ready to protect her even at the cost of his own reputational risks, because respect is an important part of his internal code.

In the context of his relationship with his beloved, Jack can remember how wolves create a mate for life, and at some point, in a tense situation, he can say something like: “I will protect you. You are mine, and no one will touch their mate.” This will be his hidden declaration of affection.

Epel Felmiere

Epel will not tolerate anyone pestering his beloved. He will immediately make it clear that such things will not work. He can grab the offender by the collar, not hesitating to threaten with his fists. He does not care whether the opponent is stronger or taller - he will fight if necessary.

If the situation requires cunning, Epel can first seem sweet and harmless in order to catch the offender off guard. He will smile, say something in his village dialect, and then sharply hit the table (or face) with his fist.

He can get so angry that even if the situation is not completely critical, his anger will be difficult to stop. If someone simply hints at something indecent towards his beloved, he can immediately demand that he "repeat it again, if he is not afraid."

Epel does not like long conversations if there is an obvious threat. He will not complain to the teachers, but will solve the problem himself - be it a fight, harsh words or intimidation. Even if the situation is difficult and the opponent is stronger, Epel will not give up. He can train even harder to be ready next time, or even turn to one of his strong friends for support (for example, Jack).

Although he does not usually express his feelings directly, if his lover is frightened or upset, he will gently take her hand, lead her to a quiet place, and say something like, "Are you okay? I'm sorry I wasn't there for you earlier. I won't let that happen again."

Despite his hatred of being considered cute, Epel can use this to gain the trust of his opponent and strike a surprise blow. This is especially effective if the opponent perceives him as weak.

Ortho Shroud

Ortho is very observant, and his sensors will immediately detect the slightest change in his girlfriend's behavior. If she starts acting stiff, avoiding certain places or specific people, he will immediately understand that something is wrong. By scanning her pulse, breathing, and microexpressions, he will pinpoint the source of the problem with frightening accuracy.

Despite his powerful weapons, Ortho is primarily peaceful. He will try to defuse the situation by explaining why such behavior is unacceptable. Perhaps he will even give a short lecture on boundaries and respect for others. But if the offender does not listen ...

- My systems have detected repeated attempts at unwanted interaction. Initiating the protection protocol!

Ortho can trigger an audible signal to warn others. If the offender does not back down, Ortho will turn on his electromagnetic discharge, temporarily disabling his magical medallion or gadgets. Of course, he will try not to cause harm, but he will make it clear: it is not worth continuing.

If the situation becomes serious, Ortho will tell Idia about it. And he, in turn, can accidentally leak incriminating evidence on the offender to the campus Internet or organize an "accidental" incident through his hacking skills. After all, as we know, Idia rarely intervenes personally, but when he does, it's no joke.

If the harassment continues after all attempts, Ortho can use a force barrier, physically preventing the offender from approaching his girlfriend. And if he turns out to be really stubborn...

- Tolerance limit exceeded. Activating defense mode!

And then you can expect a powerful magical beam, which, of course, will pass within a millimeter of the offender's head, but will leave an impressive smoking hole in the nearest wall.

After that, Ortho will make sure that his girlfriend is okay. He will accompany her around campus so that she does not feel lonely or vulnerable, and perhaps even develop a personal security system - something like a small drone or an alarm signal that will instantly call him in case of danger.

Sebek Zigvolt

As soon as Sebek learns that someone has dared to molest his beloved, he will explode like a bolt from the blue. His voice will echo throughout the school, and everyone in the area will immediately understand that someone has seriously crossed the line. He will not simply condemn the offender - he will conduct a real interrogation, demanding an explanation and public repentance.

Sebek sees himself as the future protector of Malleus, and therefore it is his duty to protect his beloved. He will claim that since she has chosen him, it means that she has enough dignity to demand respect from everyone. In his eyes, an attempt to humiliate or offend his beloved is an unforgivable impudence.

His way of expressing himself will be rude, but sincere. He may bark something like: "You pathetic ignoramus! Do you have no dignity at all?! If you think you can treat ladies like that, you are not worthy of even a shadow of respect!"

Although Sebek prefers to solve problems with words, if the situation gets out of control, he is not afraid to act. He stands for justice and will not tolerate injustice. If someone tries to cause physical harm to his beloved, he will use force without hesitation, even if he gets into trouble with the teachers later.

Despite his short temper, Sebek is not stupid. He listens attentively to Lilia and Malleus, and their teachings on social behavior sometimes pop into his head. Perhaps after a conflict, he will approach his beloved and, blushing, awkwardly ask if she was hurt. And if she thanks him, he will snort and claim that he was simply doing his duty as a knight (though in reality he will be proud that he was able to protect her).

After the incident, Sebek may even publicly declare that no one dares to insult his beloved, because he will always be there to protect her. His speech will be loud, passionate, and filled with pathos. Some may roll their eyes, but everyone will understand: getting involved with Sebek's beloved is the worst idea one could come up with.

Sebek may become even more vigilant, appearing next to her at unexpected moments, especially if he feels that the situation may repeat itself. He won't admit that he's worried, but if she happens to linger in the hallway after school, he'll appear next to her, arms crossed, and mutter something about protecting her.

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areislol · 4 months ago

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ignoring their "i love you" — jjk men

pairings— gojo, geto, choso, nanami, yuji, megumi, yuta, sukuna, toji x fem/afab! reader

warning — might be occ, fluff, crack/silly moments. established relationships

a/n— my first time writing for jjk i pray that it's good enough 🙏

wordcount. 6.9k

satoru gojo

✧ oh boy, he's the type to tease you back (or well, is playful about it), he knows you better than yourself and you're sure that he's some sort of fortune teller... the amount of times that he takes your teasings and pranks as a joke is LETHAL.

✧ (well in the back of satoru's mind it's all a guess, 50/50. there's a 50% chance that you are joking and he was lucky or the other 50% chance that you're being deadass and he just messed up even more. but it's all a gamble that he never fails)

✧ satoru himself is playful, always teasing you whenever he can although sometimes he can never read the room which usually results in a smack on his head.

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your boyfriend, satoru gojo, stands by the door, ready to leave for the gym, he turns to you with his usual carefree smile. the sunlight streaming through the window catches his white hair. with his athletic bag slung over his shoulder, he looks every bit the confident sorcerer you know him to be.

“i’m heading out. love you!” he says, his tone casual yet affectionate.

you resist the urge to say it back as you pretend to be distracted by your own thoughts and your phone, you try your hardest to fight back the urges to take a peek at your lover's reaction, but that would ruin everything.

he raises an eyebrow, noticing your silence.his smile widens into a playful grin, and he steps back into the room, closing the distance between you with a few quick strides.

“oh, come on,” he says, his voice dripping with playful mockery. “you know you love me,” he states, his striking, vivid blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

gojo leans in closer, his face inches from yours. “didn’t think you could get away with not saying it back, did you?” his tone is teasing, but there’s a warmth behind his words that reassures you he’s not truly upset.

"get away with what?" you managed to stifle back a giggle and suppress a smile from creeping to your cheeks. you avert your gaze knowing that if you were to take another look at him, your heart would combust and you would absolutely melt right in front of him, ruining the prank.

he gently takes your hand and presses it against his chest. “feel that? that’s the heart you’re breaking every time you don’t say it back,” he says dramatically, your eyes lock with him as you feel his much larger, calloused hands holding over yours, positioning it on his chest.

gojo was always dramatic and his over-the-top expression didn't help, it only made you giggle at his adorable yet funny actions.

gojo straightens up, a satisfied smile on his face. “there it is,” he says, pointing at your smile. “that’s what I wanted to see.”

he gives you a quick peck on the forehead and starts to head out again, but not before throwing one last glance over his shoulder. “i’ll let you off the hook this time. but i still want to hear it before i leave,” he says with a playful smirk.

you shake your head with a smile. "i love you too, 'toru." at your words he grinned ear to ear feeling elated.

"thanks babe!" as he finally leaves, you can’t help but laugh, shaking your head at his antics. gojo’s playful teasing always manages to make even the smallest moments feel special.

suguru geto

✧ suguru geto doesn't tease you much, he has a more enigmatic demeanour, usually whenever you do pull pranks on him he's curious at first, then concerned, but in the end it all turns out right and you get the reaction you want much to suguru's dismay.

✧ it would be the first time doing this prank, the only times that you would not reciprocate his "i love you" was when you were truly mad, and his reactions never failed to make your heart beat uneasily.

✧ on rare occasions suguru responds playfully or teases you back, rarely. no matter what he says or does, you'll always end up with either reaction. 1. blushing messing + you melt into a puddle right there and then or 2. caught off guard by his once-in-a-blue-moon response.

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suguru geto stands by the door, ready to leave for his next task. he finishes patting his clothes down. once he's done geto looks at you with those deep, black eyes, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

“i’m heading out. i love you,” he says, his voice soft and sincere.

you don't reply, opting to continue reading your book as you sit on your shared bed. the brief silence that follows feels longer than it is, and you can carefully take a sneak peek at your man, you notice the flicker of curiosity in his eyes, but he doesn't push.

instead, he maintains that warm, understanding gaze, showing that he’s aware of your schemes.

geto's smile remains, unwavering in its warmth. he takes a step closer, closing the distance between you with a kind of graceful ease. he sits himself down on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out, fingers brushing gently against your cheek in a tender, reassuring gesture.

“it’s okay,” he says softly, his voice filled with genuine warmth and reassurance. “i’ll get that ‘i love you’ next time.”

there’s no trace of frustration in his expression, only deep patience. although you couldn't deny a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

geto’s hand lingers for a moment, his thumb softly tracing the contour of your cheek. you gawk at him, feeling his warm palms on your cheek and before you could speak he suddenly gets up and takes a step back, but not before giving you one last comforting smile.

“take care,” he adds, his tone gentle and full of affection.

as he turns to leave, you watch him go, feeling guilty. shit, now you feel bad. you hop out of bed, running out the door and into the living room where you spot geto just in front of the door.

"wait! suguru!" you catch up to him, gripping his sleeve with a guilty face. he turns around, raising his brow. "yes, what is it?" you waste no time in replying, feeling that if you didn't say it quick you'd upset him even more.

"i love you" you said, feeling a weight being lifted off your shoulder. you let out a sigh before thanking yourself internally. your eyes remain on geto's face, and so does he.

he smiles ever so tenderly before patting your head, leaving the top of your hair a bit messy, "and i love you more."

after pressing a gentle kiss on your temple he closes the door behind him with a soft click, but the warmth of his presence and his words linger in the air. you’re left standing there, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

choso

✧ the type to freak out. choso LOVES you to death, the thought of you losing feelings for him absolutely destroys him. he acts like a kicked puppy, and when you don't reciprocate his love he's already thinking about every possible thing that he could have done to wrong his beloved.

✧ but as time goes on he slowly but surely gets better at recognizing when you are and aren't joking, only this time he failed in detecting your prank.

✧ if you were to drag out the prank and continue to ignore him even after seating himself down beside you he MIGHT just cry.

—

choso is calm and collected as he slips his shoes on, ready to go to the gym. “i’m heading out, i'll be back in three hours or more. i love you,” he says, his voice soft and gentle.

a couple minutes before you decide to pull a little prank (to ignore your boyfriend), you bite back a smile and remain silent, pretending to be distracted by something on your phone. a brief silence hangs in the air, and choso’s brow furrows slightly.

he repeats himself, his voice still tender but with a hint of concern creeping in.

“i love you,” he says again, his eyes searching yours for any sign of acknowledgment.

you continue to act oblivious, and the more seconds that pass the more worried he gets. choso steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch your arm, his touch warm but now slightly trembling with worry.

“hey, i love you,” he repeats for the third time, his voice now tinged with an edge of panic.

your silence continues, and choso’s eyes widen. his calm demeanour begins to crack, replaced by a semi-freaked-out expression. he steps even closer, his face a mix of confusion and worry.

“are you okay?” he asks, his voice urgent. “did I do something wrong? please, talk to me.”

your silence continues, and choso’s eyes widen. his calm demeanour begins to crack, replaced by a semi-freaked-out expression. he steps even closer, his face a mix of confusion and worry.

you can see the genuine panic in his eyes, and your heart aches at the sight. but you continue playing on, you look up at him looking clueless. "aren't you leaving? it's already 10 am."

choso sits down on the couch, his eyes scanning your face as he holds onto your hands. "i'm not going anymore." he replies before wrapping his arms around your waist, and placing his head on your lap.

you resist the urge to squish him to death at his cute actions but hold it back. "and why's that?" you questioned, running your fingers through his soft hair. he hums in satisfaction almost forgetting about his feelings before responding.

"you didn't say i love you back." his voice held such sadness your heart ached. "maybe because you did something wrong.." at your words he suddenly sat up, curious about what he had done wrong yet also full of regret.

"what did i do? how can i fix it? what—" deciding the prank has gone on long enough, you finally break into a smile and laugh softly.

“i’m just messing with you, choso. i love you too.”

relief floods his face, and he lets out a shaky breath, his shoulders relaxing. he gives you a look that’s a mix of exasperation and comfort at the fact that he didn't do anything wrong.

“you really had me worried there,” he sighed with mild reproach. “don’t do that again.”

he pulls you into a tight hug, holding you close as if to reassure himself that everything is alright.

"you still going to the gym?"

"no."

kento nanami

✧ oh this PAINS you to do this to YOUR MANNNN 😩😩

✧ he would be so persistent in asking what's wrong, nanami 100% knows that he didn't do anything wrong and even if he did he'd have you laughing in no time. you're his queen, his princess, his goddess. to see you upset let alone because of HIM? oh, he'd do anything to make you happy.

✧ the type to stay home with you until you explain what's wrong, groceries can wait (even if you did ask him to get some of your new cravings).

—

kento nanami loves you. some might even say that he loves you more than life itself (cough cough which is true cough cough). currently, he stood beside the entry door table, getting his keys.

"i'm going to get some groceries, do you want anything?" he asked, adjusting the watch on his wrist. you hummed softly, thinking for a bit. "noooo.. i'm good thank you." you replied, typing on your phone and doing whatever.

nanami pauses, looking over his shoulder at you with focused eyes. you look up from your phone and right back at him, ah, there goes that knowing look. a few seconds passed by before you finally replied.

"okay, fine. could i have some sweets? or dessert.. or maybe pickles with whipped cream?" for some odd reason your cravings have been intensifying, not that nanami minds. whatever his queen wants she will get.

nanami nods his head with a small smile, "sure." as he gets ready to leave for the grocery store he opens the door slightly. "alright i'm leaving now, i love you!"

"okay, bye!" you replied before remaining silent, fighting to keep a straight face. nanami pauses, his hand still on the doorknob. his brow furrows slightly, and a hint of concern flashes in his eyes. he’s not one to overreact, but he immediately senses that something might be off.

nanami turns back to you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses the situation. he looks down at his shoes for a second before letting out a sigh and closing the doors. he steps closer to you, his concern growing more apparent.

“is everything alright?” he asks, his voice calm but tinged with a subtle note of worry. “you didn’t respond.”

you cock your head to the side. "to what?" nanami takes a deep breath before gently repeating himself, hoping that you would reciprocate.

“i said, i love you,” he repeats, his tone slightly softer, almost coaxing.

your continued silence only deepens his concern. "i know... i said 'bye'" nanami narrows his eyes, his hand reaching out to gently touch your arm in a gesture of reassurance.

“if something’s bothering you, we can talk about it,” he says, his voice low and earnest. “i don’t want to leave if something is wrong.”

you can see the genuine worry in his eyes, and it takes everything in you to keep from laughing. nanami’s grip on your arm tightens slightly, his concern palpable. his usual stoic demeanour is starting to crack under the weight of his worry for you.

“please just say something,” he implores, his voice almost desperate now. “i don’t want to leave like this. not when you're mad.”

you shake your head. "but i'm not mad, if anything i'm starving" which, was the truth, you were hungry. and nanami knew that, but your hunger had to wait just for a bit.

"i will leave right now if you say i love you back," he spoke, the pit of his stomach twisting. when you don't respond he lets out a sigh of defeat.

finally, you can’t hold it in any longer. you burst out laughing, the sound breaking the tense atmosphere. nanami’s eyes widen in surprise and then narrow as he realizes he’s been pranked.

“you’re joking?” he asks, “you gave me a fright.”

still laughing, you reach out and take his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “i’m sorry, i couldn’t resist. but your face is to die for!"

nanami lets out a deep breath, shaking his head with a half-smile. “you scared me,” he admits, pulling you into a small hug. “please, don’t do that again.”

you don't reply and instead, let out a soft hum. "can't promise you that but i'll try..." trying was more than enough. before he leaves he gives you one last affectionate glance over his shoulder. "i love you"

"i love you, too.” you replied with a smile, waving goodbye.

yuji itadori

✧ oh this poor baby..

✧ despite being an optimistic and cheerful person, the ache in his heart is too much to ignore when you ignore his "i love you" because he values deep connections!!!!

✧ he’ll initially try to brush it off with a smile, but deep down, he’ll wonder if he’s not enough for you.

—

yuji had never been one to keep his feelings bottled up. his heart was as open as his smile, and today, as he sat next to you on the porch, he decided to go for it.

"hey, [y/n], i love you!" he said, his voice full of warmth and sincerity, as though he were telling you it was sunny outside. he looked at you expectantly, waiting for your usual response—some playful tease, a smile, anything.

but you didn’t say anything.

he blinked, a bit confused at first, then shrugged it off with a nervous chuckle. “heh, okay, i get it, maybe not the right moment for the mushy stuff.” he scratched the back of his head, the awkwardness settling in.

but when you didn’t respond for a long stretch of time, yuji’s grin started to falter. he looked at you, then away, then back at you again, wondering if he had said something wrong. "did i do something wrong?" he tried, forcing a playful tone.

still nothing.

yuji’s face flushed slightly, his inner monologue starting to spiral. "come on, [y/n], you always joke around with me when i say stuff like that. why are you acting so quiet? i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything..." he trailed off, unsure of how to handle the sudden tension.

as the silence stretched, yuji shifted uncomfortably. his hand fumbled with the edge of his sleeve as he tried to laugh it off again, though it was shaky this time. "uh, i mean… i guess it’s not that big of a deal, right? just me being all dramatic. ha-ha… yeah, right."

you could see the strain in his smile. yuji wasn’t used to being ignored, especially not by you. you, who always welcomed his antics with your own brand of humor and lighthearted responses. he thought maybe this was a one-time thing—he had caught you off guard, or maybe you were busy—but as the minutes passed, that thought began to dissipate.

"you know," yuji finally said, his voice softening, "i didn’t mean to make things weird. i just... really care about you, that’s all."

you could feel the weight of his words, and for a split second, you almost felt bad for having stayed silent. but the thrill of playing with his emotions just a little bit longer was too sweet.

“so…” yuji glanced at you again, trying to gauge your reaction, but you remained calm, unfazed. “are you gonna say something back, or am i just gonna spend the rest of the afternoon trying to figure out what went wrong?”

you pretended to think about it for a moment. “maybe i just don’t feel the same way,” you teased, a small smirk tugging at your lips.

yuji’s eyes widened, and his heart nearly skipped a beat. “wait, seriously?” he gasped, his face a mixture of shock and disbelief.

but before he could panic, you finally looked at him, your expression barely holding back a laugh. “i’m messing with you, dummy,” you said, shaking your head with a grin.

yuji let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, slumping forward dramatically. "you really got me there," he muttered, though the smile that stretched across his face told a different story. “you’re lucky i love you so much, [y/n].” he flashed you a grin that was pure sunshine.

“i know,” you replied, rolling your eyes, but still enjoying the attention.

he nudged you playfully. “don’t worry, i’m used to your cruelty. but next time, i expect an 'i love you' back, alright?” he said, pretending to act tough but failing miserably as he laughed at himself.

“sure, sure,” you replied with a teasing wink. “maybe next time.”

yuji grinned, a little flustered but completely relieved. “good, because i’m not letting you off the hook so easy next time, okay?”

you simply laughed, and yuji, always the optimist, decided that, for now, this moment of playful confusion was just another chapter in the chaotic, fun relationship the two of you had.

megumi fushiguro

✧ now megumi is more reserved and usually doesn't express his feelings openly, so when he does say "i love you," it means a lot.

✧ if you ignore it, he’ll get quiet, almost too quiet, because he doesn’t know how to confront this vulnerability.

✧ stop tugging at his heart strings man

—

megumi wasn’t the type to express his feelings easily. he was reserved, often keeping his emotions tightly locked away behind a cool exterior. but every now and then, when the mood struck him—usually when he was feeling a little more vulnerable—he’d let his guard down.

today was one of those moments.

he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, then quickly away, his face flushing ever so slightly. “i… i love you,” he muttered, as though the words were a quiet confession meant to be heard only by the wind.

you didn’t say anything. you didn’t even acknowledge it at all. you just kept doing what you were doing—whether that was scrolling through your phone or staring off into the distance, pretending like you hadn’t heard a thing.

for a moment, megumi just stood there, completely unsure of how to react. his heart pounded in his chest, but he wasn’t one to show it. “okay, well, uh... you don’t have to say anything,” he mumbled, the awkwardness thick in his voice. he rubbed the back of his neck and awkwardly shifted from foot to foot. “i just thought you should know. you know, if you ever wondered or something.”

still no response.

“guess it’s not a big deal,” he added quickly, trying to mask the sting of embarrassment. “i wasn’t expecting a reply. you don’t have to do anything about it.”

he could feel his face burning now, wishing he could somehow sink into the ground and disappear. his usual cool, composed nature was slipping, and it was all because of you. you, who had a way of making him feel like a nervous teenager again, fumbling over words and unsure of himself.

but still, you didn’t say anything.

“yeah, i get it, okay?” he grumbled, trying to act like it didn’t bother him. “you don’t need to pretend like you didn’t hear me, though. i mean, it’s not like i’m asking you to do anything with that information. i just thought i should be honest for once.” he sounded more frustrated with himself than anything, and it was painfully obvious that he was starting to lose his patience with the silence.

“okay, fine, i get it,” he continued, trying to shake it off. “you’re probably busy or something. or maybe you just think i’m some dumb idiot, huh? it’s not like i don’t know that i’m not good with words.”

at this point, you couldn’t help but notice the hint of vulnerability in his tone. you knew he wasn’t the type to open up like this. he wasn’t the type to share his feelings unless it was important—so the fact that he had said it at all spoke volumes.

you shifted, finally looking up at him, catching the way his shoulders were stiff and his arms were crossed, as though he was trying to protect himself from the quiet embarrassment he was feeling.

but instead of offering any words of reassurance, you just smirked at him playfully. “what’s the matter, fushiguro?” you teased. “you want me to say it back or something?”

megumi blinked in surprise, clearly caught off guard. “wha—no! i don’t need you to say anything back!” he stammered, his face reddening even more. “i just thought you should—well, never mind.” he rubbed his face in frustration, clearly not knowing how to navigate this sudden whirlwind of emotions.

“relax, i’m just messing with you,” you said with a grin, leaning back in your chair. “i heard you. and i… i love you too, dumbass.”

megumi’s eyes widened, his initial surprise quickly turning into something more like relief. he didn’t know why he had expected anything less from you, but hearing you say it back, even in the simplest of ways, made his heart race.

“seriously?” he asked, still a little unsure.

“yeah, seriously,” you said with a playful wink. “but next time, maybe don’t make me wait for it, alright?”

megumi let out a quiet laugh, though it was tinged with embarrassment. “you really like messing with me, don’t you?”

you shrugged nonchalantly. “maybe a little,” you said with a grin, clearly enjoying the rare moment of playfulness between the two of you.

he sighed, but there was a softness in his gaze that he couldn’t hide. “you’re unbelievable,” he muttered, but there was a small, content smile tugging at his lips, one that didn’t reach his usual guarded expressions. in the end, he was just glad you understood him, even when he couldn’t quite find the words to express himself.

yuta okkutsu

✧ while kind and gentle, yuta is surpsingly sensitive to rejection. he’ll try to hide his disappointment with a soft chuckle, but it won’t take long for him to withdraw slightly.

✧ he’s always loved you quietly, and he’s hurt when his feelings are dismissed.

✧ puppy dog eyes.

—

yuta was usually pretty direct when it came to expressing his feelings, but there was something about saying "i love you" that always made him a little nervous. maybe it was because he wasn’t used to being this vulnerable, or maybe because he didn’t know what kind of response to expect from you. either way, he found himself sitting next to you, staring at his hands, trying to find the courage.

"uh, [y/n]?" yuta began, his voice soft and uncertain. his hands fidgeted in his lap as he tried to keep his cool. "i, um… i love you."

he looked at you expectantly, hoping to see a smile, maybe a giggle, but instead, you just kept looking straight ahead, like you hadn’t heard him at all.

yuta blinked, his face starting to heat up. he cleared his throat awkwardly, trying again. "i really do love you, you know… like, a lot." he paused, wondering if he should keep going, but when you still didn’t respond, he began to feel the weight of the silence press down on him.

"hey, c’mon, you’re not gonna leave me hanging, are you?" yuta chuckled nervously, leaning in slightly as though his words could reach you better. still, nothing.

his smile started to falter, and he looked down at his hands again, a little unsure of himself. "it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but… well, i thought i should tell you." his voice trailed off, the quiet insecurity creeping in as his gaze shifted away from you.

but then, in a move that was so yuta, he decided to take another approach. his expression softened, and with the purest, most earnest eyes, he looked at you—eyes wide, sparkling, full of gentle sincerity. he wasn’t one to beg, but when yuta was desperate for your attention, he had no problem resorting to a little charm.

he gave you the puppy dog eyes.

you could see the way his lips slightly trembled with hope, the way he leaned toward you, almost as though trying to get into your line of sight. his eyes were impossibly large, and they glistened like he was pleading with you to notice him. it was like looking at an abandoned puppy, with that vulnerable little gaze that made it impossible to turn away from.

"please, [y/n]?" he asked in a soft, pleading voice, his tone as sweet as he could muster. "i really mean it. i love you. i just… i want you to know that."

the moment he flashed you that gaze, your heart melted. you couldn’t help it. no one could resist that face. his puppy dog eyes had a power all on their own, and there was no way you were going to leave him hanging any longer.

you let out a small chuckle, unable to keep a straight face. "yuta, you’re impossible," you said, your voice filled with amusement. "how can i resist when you look at me like that?"

his face lit up immediately, that cute blush spreading across his cheeks as he straightened up, looking at you in disbelief. "so… does that mean…?"

you leaned in and kissed him lightly on the cheek, just enough to tease him but not too much to give him all the satisfaction. "yeah," you whispered, "i love you too, dummy."

yuta’s face went bright red, his hand instinctively going to his cheek where you kissed him. “wait—really? you mean it?” he asked in shock, blinking rapidly as he processed the words.

“yeah,” you teased, “i wouldn’t say it if i didn’t mean it.”

yuta beamed, his hands flying to your shoulders as he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck. “you’re the best, [y/n]. i swear, you’re the best.” his voice was muffled but full of warmth, and you could feel his happiness radiating off him.

you laughed softly, letting him cling to you for a moment longer. “just don’t expect me to give in so easily every time you do the puppy eyes thing,” you said with a grin, though you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell at the thought of him trying so hard.

“i can’t promise that,” yuta mumbled, still not letting go. “but i’ll try my best… just for you.”

ryomen sukuna

✧ being prideful and often sarcastic, would act like he doesn't care when you ignore his "i love you." but in reality, his ego is bruised.

✧ he’ll test you again and again, looking for the reaction that proves you care about him.

—

sukuna, the king of curses, was not a man who wasted his words. he wasn’t the type to confess his feelings or even acknowledge them, not in the way you might expect. to him, love was a game—something to toy with, something to use as a weapon. so when he looked at you and muttered those three words, it wasn’t out of any softness or tenderness. it was more like a challenge.

“i love you,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement, as though he was waiting for you to do something—anything—that would make him laugh or prove you were beneath him.

you glanced at him, your expression unreadable. you didn’t say anything, not right away. in fact, you didn’t react at all, just staring at him with the same calm indifference you always wore. you didn’t know if he was being serious or if he was just playing some cruel game. honestly, you didn’t care. he wasn’t the type to be vulnerable, and you certainly weren’t about to fall for his theatrics.

for a few moments, sukuna just watched you, his gaze intense, waiting for a reaction. he was used to people flinching when he spoke—used to people jumping at the sound of his voice, especially when he gave them such a sharp confession. he was the king of curses, after all. people bowed down to him. people feared him.

but you? you weren’t like the others.

he tilted his head, his smirk widening as he leaned in a little closer. “you heard me, didn’t you?” his voice was low, almost teasing, as though he was daring you to react. “or are you too busy pretending you don’t care?”

still nothing. you didn’t flinch, didn’t break your gaze. you just stared at him with that same indifference, your arms casually crossed. you were used to your boyfriend's antics.

sukuna let out a chuckle, the sound deep and rich, but there was a hint of annoyance beneath it. he liked playing with people’s emotions, but when it didn’t work—when you weren’t playing by his rules—it bothered him in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

"you're testing me, aren't you?" he purred, his voice almost affectionate in its cruelty. "don’t think you can ignore me, [y/n]. i love you. you should be thrilled. or at least, show a little fear." he was practically taunting you now, testing the limits of your composure. he was expecting you to crumble, to panic. but you didn't.

you let out a soft sigh, and in that moment, it seemed like you were finally going to speak. sukuna’s grin widened, sensing your opening.

"what’s wrong, [y/n]?" he purred again, leaning in closer until you could feel the heat radiating off his body. “don’t tell me you’re speechless.”

you finally looked him dead in the eyes, breaking your silence, but your expression was still cool. "you’re pathetic," you said simply, your tone almost bored.

the words hit sukuna like a slap in the face. his grin faltered for just a second, the shock of your response hitting him harder than he expected. you weren’t afraid of him. you didn’t flinch. you didn’t look at him like he was some god to be revered.

"what did you say?" his voice was sharp now, almost predatory, as if you had just said something unforgivable.

"i said," you leaned forward, your voice just as smooth as his, "you’re pathetic. i’m not some prize to be won by your little confessions, sukuna. you don’t get to manipulate me with your words."

sukuna blinked, then let out a dark laugh. "you think i’m trying to manipulate you?" his voice had a dangerous edge to it now, but the gleam in his eyes wasn’t anger—it was amusement, pure and unfiltered. "no. i’m just playing with you. do you think i care about love? you’re the one who’s making this more complicated than it needs to be."

you narrowed your eyes at him, your face expressionless. "yeah, keep telling yourself that."

he chuckled again, the sound full of dark amusement. "you’re interesting, [y/n]. most people would’ve run away by now, but you? you’re still here, challenging me." he leaned back, his posture relaxing a little, but his gaze never wavered. "you think you can stand up to me? you think you’re immune to my games? maybe you’re more stubborn than i thought."

"i’m not immune to your games, sukuna," you said coolly. "i just don’t find them all that interesting."

his smirk returned, wider than before. "is that so?" he leaned even closer, until he was practically right in your face. "well then, i’ll just have to make things a little more... interesting for you."

before you could respond, his hand was on your chin, tilting your head slightly as he stared at you with a predatory gleam in his eye. "i love you, [y/n]," he repeated, this time with a slight edge to his voice, almost daring you to acknowledge him, to be the one to back down.

you didn’t. you held his gaze, unblinking.

sukuna chuckled darkly. "you really are something else."

"yeah, i know," you replied, unfazed. "but you’re still pathetic."

he shook his head, a strange mixture of admiration and frustration swirling in his eyes. "maybe i’ll let you believe that," he said, his tone still playful, "but don’t get too comfortable. you won’t be able to resist forever."

"we’ll see about that," you shot back, your voice steady, defiant. "i’m not like the rest of them."

sukuna leaned back, that same dark smile playing across his lips. "no, you’re not." he eyed you thoughtfully, as if sizing you up for the next move in his endless game.

he loved this. he loved the chase. and you? well, you had just become the most interesting puzzle he’d ever encountered.

toji fushiguro

✧ are you trying to wind up dead???? (genuinenly...)

✧ if you even IGNORE his words or requests he's fuming, so you ignoring his rare once-in-a-lifetime "i love you" is basically a death sentence.

✧ this man loves you to death but seriously!! the one time he says it you ignore it???!

✧ if you ignore his i love you, he'll get frustrated. he’ll mask it with a smirk, but his temper will flare behind closed doors.

—

toji fushiguro, the man who had never known what it was like to be loved, wasn’t exactly one for sentimental confessions. his whole life had been built on strength, survival, and distance from emotion. love? a weakness, something that would drag him down.

so, when toji muttered “i love you,” it wasn’t with the soft warmth of someone who had spent their life yearning for affection. no, toji said it like it was a fact, like something so trivial he could’ve shrugged it off at any moment.

“i love you,” he said flatly, his eyes briefly flicking to you, then back to the ground. his voice wasn’t laced with sweetness or hesitation—it was just there, like he was announcing something as simple as the weather.

you blinked, staring at him for a moment, trying to figure out if you’d heard him correctly. there was no teasing in his tone, no softness. it was a straightforward statement, like he was telling you it was going to rain tomorrow.

you didn’t respond right away. you didn’t know how to respond. toji was the kind of guy who didn’t care much for words. you knew he wasn’t big on the whole emotional thing, but this felt… different. the words hung in the air for a few beats, lingering in the space between you two like an awkward silence.

when you didn’t answer, toji’s brows furrowed, his expression briefly flashing with annoyance. he turned to you, his usually intense gaze softening for just a fraction of a second. “what? didn’t hear me?”

you shook your head, almost playing along. “no, i heard you,” you said nonchalantly, keeping your voice cool. “just wasn’t sure if you were joking or being serious.”

toji’s face remained impassive, but his jaw tightened slightly, like he was holding back something. “i don’t joke about that kinda stuff, [y/n].” his voice was lower now, a little more serious, and you could see a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes—something you didn’t often see from him.

you tilted your head slightly, narrowing your eyes at him. “huh, really? you’re not messing with me? that’s rare for you.”

toji sighed, clearly frustrated by your nonchalance. “look, i’m not the type to waste time on crap like this, alright?” he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly trying to keep his cool. “but yeah, i said it. i love you. don’t go getting all weird on me now.”

you just stared at him, not saying anything, but your lips twitched upward in amusement. toji was never this flustered. he was used to being in control, used to throwing people off balance, but now, he was the one off-balance. he had no idea how to handle this. it was cute, in a weird way.

when you didn’t immediately respond, toji let out a grunt, almost like he was trying to brush it off. “don’t make me repeat myself, alright?” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “just... don’t go getting all mushy or something. i’m not that type of guy.”

you finally couldn’t hold back the small smile, finding his discomfort endearing. “you’re a lot more complicated than you let on, toji,” you teased.

he shot you a look, his expression hardening again, but it was clear he wasn’t mad. in fact, there was a flicker of fondness in his eyes, though he’d never admit it. “don’t start messing with me,” he warned in that gruff voice of his, but his tone didn’t match the words. it was like a challenge more than a threat.

“who, me? never,” you said with a playful wink, still not backing down. “but seriously, you’re telling me you love me, and then you don’t want me to get all weird? what, do you expect me to act like nothing just happened?”

toji scowled, clearly feeling a bit caught off guard by how easily you were handling this. he wasn’t used to being vulnerable, but here you were, making him spill his emotions without even flinching. “fine, whatever,” he muttered, his arms crossing tighter as if to shield himself from the weird situation. “you got your answer. no need to make a big deal out of it.”

you leaned in a little closer, your smile turning a little more teasing. “oh, no, I’m not making a big deal out of it,” you said. “but don’t think I didn’t hear you. you’re stuck with me now, toji.”

toji looked at you, that usual smirk of his returning, though it was laced with something more genuine than before—something closer to affection than his usual cocky arrogance. he wasn’t about to admit that he was glad you didn’t freak out. “yeah, yeah. whatever you say,” he grumbled. “but don’t go thinking you can get all sappy on me just ‘cause i said it. i’m still not gonna hold your hand in public or some shit like that.”

“oh, I’m not asking for that,” you replied smoothly, eyes glinting with mischief. “but you’ll have to carry me once in a while. you know, just to show me you care.”

toji snorted, looking at you with a half-amused, half-exasperated expression. “as if i’m gonna carry you around like some damn princess,” he scoffed. “but whatever. guess you’ll just have to deal with me.”

“deal with you?” you raised an eyebrow. “toji, i’m the one who’s stuck with you now.”

his lips twitched into a smirk. “maybe,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, “but it’s a two-way street, sweetheart. you think you’re gonna get away without me making you suffer through some of my dumb shit?”

you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and giving him a playful look. “bring it on, toji. i’m not afraid of you.”

toji shook his head, the faintest hint of a smile still on his lips. “you’re gonna regret saying that one day,” he muttered, though there was no real heat behind the words. “but for now… yeah, i guess you’re alright.” he shrugged, not quite admitting it, but it was clear he didn’t mind your company—vulnerable confessions and all.

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lev1hei1chou · 11 months ago

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Silent Treatment Prank

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Synopsis: Gojo tries the silent treatment prank on you Masterlist Requests open!

Gojo swaggered into the living room, all determined. He had been planning this silent treatment prank all morning, confident that he could keep a straight face and outlast you. As he entered, you were sitting on the couch, engrossed in a book, not even glancing up as he walked in.

He cleared his throat dramatically, expecting you to look up, but you remained absorbed in your reading. Gojo raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smirk. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, waiting for your reaction.

Minutes passed. Gojo shifted his weight from one foot to the other, growing increasingly impatient. He coughed loudly, hoping to catch your attention. Nothing. You flipped a page casually, completely oblivious to his presence.

After what felt like an eternity (but was probably only five minutes in reality), Gojo's confidence began to falter. He couldn’t believe you were so deeply engrossed in that book. With a huff, he flopped onto the couch next to you, causing you to finally glance up from your book.

You peered at him with raised eyebrows, feigning innocence. "Oh, hello there. Didn’t see you come in."

Gojo pouted, his pride completely slightly wounded. “Hey, aren’t you even curious why I’ve been so quiet?”

You shrugged, closing your book and setting it aside. “I figured you were just in a contemplative mood.”

“But… but I was trying to prank you with the silent treatment!” Gojo protested, trying to sound indignant but failing as his voice took on a whiny tone.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his failed attempt. “Oh, really? And how’s that going for you?”

He sighed dramatically, flopping back onto the couch and throwing an arm over his eyes. “Terribly. I can’t believe you didn’t even notice.”

You scooted closer, resting your head on his chest. “I noticed, silly. I was just enjoying your company, silent or not.”

Gojo peeked at you from under his arm, a small smile tugging at his lips despite his failed prank. “You’re too good at this. I can never fool you.”

You chuckled softly, tracing patterns on his chest. “Maybe next time, try something less obvious.”

He nodded, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. “Got it. No more silent treatments. From now on, I’ll just talk your ear off.”

You laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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kannouo · 7 months ago

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Ticklish?

fandom: obey me pairing: demon brothers & dateables x gn!reader warnings: suggestive on asmo's part summary: in which they find out you are ticklish. prompt by anon: The brothers + dateables reaction to the MC being ticklish because ik most of them are menaces about it A/N: lol rest in peace. good fucking luck mc. also i swear to god i know there's more to satan's character than his love of cats it just fits guys pls forgive me

LUCIFER

• Lucifer likes to appear as this super-serious macho man figure who, although he has his moments of going along with his siblings' antics, isn't a very playful guy. He's unlikely to find this out because he was trying to tickle you. Rather, it'd be by complete coincidence.

• When he offered to teach you to dance in the privacy of his room as classical music played in the background, you weren't expecting his hand on your waist to bother you as much as it did. Try as you might, you can't hide from him how you're biting your lip and stifling a giggle.

• "Is something funny to you?" He asks, unamused. You shake your head.

• "No, sorry. It just... tickles a bit."

• The only reaction you get in the moment is a hum and a nod. You're admittedly a little suspicious, but mostly grateful the dance lesson continued normally until you were able to return to your room.

• He's so unbothered by this new information, in fact, that you may even dare to think he'd all but forgotten about it when a few weeks pass by. Little did you know, he remembered. He was just storing it away for later use.

• Even the student council's representative of the human world was not immune to falling into Satan and Belphie's schemes, it seemed. After a failed attempt to capture a pic of a sleeping Lucifer, you find yourself trapped between him and the wall as he looms over you. You desperately hope that, just maybe, Satan or Belphie would come to your rescue — but alas, you had been left abandoned in the lions' den.

• "Bold of you to attempt to sneak up on me in such a vulnerable state," he clicked his tongue, agitated. "I'd assume you would know better by now."

• "I'm sorry, I—"

• "'Sorry'? Yes, you will be." He closed in on you.

• The shrieks that emanated from Lucifer's room that night could only be described as unholy as he unleashed his brand-new punishment on you. Out of everyone in the House of Lamentation, you hadn't expected the mighty first-born to be the one to tickle you half to death, but it was effective. If that was what was waiting for you, you were more than willing to give Satan and Belphie the cold shoulder the next time they suggested a new, ingenious prank to play on Lucifer. Sorry guys. It's not worth it.

"Come on, MC, this'll be our best work yet," Satan trails after you you down the hallway, clearly not keen on letting the matter go. He had taken the liberty of convincing you of the Anti-Lucifer League's newest escapade, as Belphie apparently refuses to be of any help. "We've planned it all out. It won't go wrong this time. I swear." You turn to look at Satan, catching a glimpse of Lucifer a short distance away over the fourth-born's shoulder. All it took was a knowing smirk and a mildly threatening gesture with his hands for you to turn pale. "MC?" "...I'm good, Satan, thanks."

MAMMON

• Unlike his older brother — Mammon would absolutely find this out on purpose.

• He's the spiritual eldest when it comes to playing around with his siblings, so he's experienced in tickle-fighting. You, unfortunately, only realised this while wrestling with him, when he suddenly starts tickling your sides to gain the upper-hand. It works, and now you're flailing around beneath him.

• "Hah! Take that!" You hear him laugh triumphantly above you as you struggle to force his attacking hands away from you. "Ya give in?!"

• "Yeees! You win, you win!"

• After your rather humiliating fake-wrestling defeat, he only gets more annoying with abusing your weakness as the days go by. As he learns all of your worst spots, he gets more and more bold, until not one day can go by where you aren't tackled and tickled to tears by the Avatar of Greed.

• Eventually, you're going to have to set some ground rules with this guy, because he just will not stop. For weeks after that initial incident, you find yourself constantly on edge no matter where you are, because he could be anywhere. Just planning the next tickle.

• Sure, it can be fun at first, but he always manages to take his play-fighting just a little too far. You don't have the same tolerance as his brothers, being a human and all, and he needs to remember that.

• Being tickled by Mammon is nowhere as unfair and torturous as it is with Lucifer though, mostly because unlike his older brother, Mammon is ticklish too. This means you can fight back and potentially even gain the upper-hand. It's unlikely you'll win in a chase, however — no matter if you're the one running or if he is — he's just too damn fast.

• He's the definition of being unable to take what he dishes out. Not only does he cry 'uncle' as soon as you land on a weak spot, but he'll be super pouty and embarrassed afterwards too. As if he wasn't the one who initiated it.

"Mammooon..." You poke his cheek, trying to provoke any sort of response. He huffs and turns his head away, but still doesn't say a word. "Mams... Babe..." "That ain't fair," he finally speaks, his cheeks tinging with red. "Ya can't call me that when I'm tryin' to be mad at ya." You can't help but smile at the demon before you. "I'm sorry for tickling you, Mammon." "Yeah? Well... I think I'm owed some compensation for that. 5,000 Grimm, at least!"

LEVIATHAN

• Levi wouldn't find this out on purpose. Or, rather, at all. At least not on his own.

• He freaks out and backs away every time his hand manages to accidentally brush against yours when he hands you something. He apologises profusely and feels like the absolute perverted scum of the earth when he happens to bump into you in the hallway. He refuses to hold hands with you beyond intertwining your pinkie fingers together, because anything more than that is too lewd for him.

• So yeah. He's not going to tickle you. Not even accidentally.

• He only ends up finding out when he catches you and Mammon having a tickle fight in the living room one day, to which he promptly leaves before either of you can notice him. Both to quell the jealousy bubbling in his chest, and to avoid Mammon roping him into his shenanigans.

• After that, he... does nothing, really.

• See, here's an interesting fact about the Avatar of Envy: He's ticklish too. Very ticklish. And his siblings, especially Mammon, tease him for it all the time. He absolutely hates it and it's just not funny to him. So even if he was able to touch you without taking 6000 points of damage to his psyche, he still wouldn't tickle you, because he understands how it feels.

• Instead, you could say that you two form an alliance of sorts. You defend him when one of his brothers (MAMMON) starts chasing him — using your pact if you have to — and he allows you safe refuge in his room if somebody is after you. His door has a lock on it after all, and knowing the consequences of trying to force their way inside the resident hermit's safe abode, your pursuer is unlikely to look for you in there.

• He might make fun of you a little for it, but that's the most he'll do. He won't lay a finger on you. Good guy Leviathan.

You restlessly chap on Levi's door, moving back and forth on your toes as you desperately hope for him to let you in. The seconds count down before your attacker will find you, when finally... Click. The door unlocks and you grab the handle, swinging it open and nearly hitting Levi in the face in the process. "Sorry, sorry!" You profusely whisper-yell apologies as you shut the door behind you. He locks it, and you can finally breathe a sigh of relief. "Thank you... You saved me..." Levi's cheeks burn red at your words. "Y—yeah, well... don't make a big deal out of it, normie. If you're staying in my room, then you're playing games with me too while you're here, okay? So... make yourself useful or I'll kick you back out!"

SATAN

• Maybe this is just me, but have you ever had a cat on your lap that just won't stop moving around and it sort of tickles? Yeah.

• A simple date to a cat café went from good, to better, then to worse in a very short span of time. Most of the kitties were awake and lively, wandering around and allowing you to pet them. So when one of the cats jumped up on your lap, both you and Satan were ecstatic, cooing endlessly at the little ball of fur that had made itself at home on your legs.

• The only problem was, the cat seemed to be unable to find a comfortable spot. You were trying to stay still, you really were, but the cat's paws constantly moving against your thighs made you really need to move around in your seat. Satan noticed how you had to force yourself to stay put by gripping onto the table in front of you, and he also noticed how you were biting the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling like an idiot, but he didn't say anything at first.

• The first time Satan tickles you, it comes completely out of nowhere. To you, at least. Some exams were coming up and you agreed to let him tutor you, but the material was just so boring, and Satan's delivery of it certainly wasn't helping to keep you engaged...

• You were abruptly brought back to reality by a sharp jab to your side. You jumped and looked around, as if searching for the culprit, only to see Satan, with his eyes narrowed at you. "Pay attention."

• "I was!"

• "No you weren't," he poked you once in the side for each word to enunciate his sentence, and then grabbed you by the waist to prevent you from escaping. "Are you going to listen to me now?"

• "Ye-ees!"

• "Are you sure?"

• Satan's kind of a dick about it, to be honest. He'll tickle you to convince you to do things with him. You don't want to partake in his newest prank against Lucifer? Uh... yes you do, remember?

• He's also a hypocrite. He is ticklish but he hates it just as much — if not more — than Levi. So if you do it back to him, he'll shove you off or yell at you.

"Fi—fine! Fine!" You yell, and Satan's attack on your sides ceases. He looks down at you with an eyebrow raised. "You'll do it?" "Yes!" You nod furiously. If getting him to stop meant agreeing to prank call Lucifer, you suppose you'll just have to do it. "Now get off!" "Good," he smiled and moved off of you from where he had you pinned. "Now, about the plan I had prepared..."

ASMODEUS

• ...You know the deal. There is going to be a struggle keeping these headcanons SFW.

• He can find out one of two ways: the first being that he was doing your makeup and somehow found out by brushing too close to your neck or jawline, the second being that you two were leading up to... other activites.

• We'll be going with the former for my own sake lol. He realises what your reaction was for after the first time you tilt your head away from him, and can't help but tease you for it right away.

• "Oh darling, how did I not know this before? Are you keeping secrets from me? ♡"

• Somehow, Asmo ends up being one of the worst for how he takes advantage of this. He will tickle you anywhere at any time and for any reason.

• If he thinks you're not paying enough attention to him, he'll tickle you so you're forced to focus on him. If he sees you using makeup wipes on your poor, delicate skin, he'll tickle you as a "warning" to never do that again. Eventually he just starts making up reasons.

• You can tickle him back, but he enjoys it and will try to use it to lead into sex. So, unfortunately, that won't work to dissuade him.

• Don't think for a moment he's embarrassed or ashamed of his behaviour in public settings, because he isn't. He has no qualms with tickling you in a restaurant with strangers around, and doesn't care how much attention you end up attracting. It's hell.

• He's another boy you're going to have to set boundaries with at some point just because of how frequent it is. The tipping point came when he squeezed your leg in the middle of a student council meeting and you hit your knee so hard on the table you were convinced you broke something.

• He'll back off if you tell him to. You just need to actually tell him to, otherwise he won't realise how much it bothers you.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry..." Asmo pouts as he gently rubs your aching knee. "I didn't realise you'd react like that." You huff and turn your head away from him. "Don't turn this on me." "I'm not!" He shakes his head and leans forward to look you in the eye. "I swear! I just didn't know that'd happen. Can you forgive me, honey? I promise you I won't do it again. I can't have you bruising that beautiful skin because of me..."

BEELZEBUB

• Beel, similar to Levi, isn't likely to find out on his own. For different reasons, though.

• Beel isn't afraid of physical touch, but he is scared of hurting you. He's so big and you're so small. He's fully aware of his strength, and even if he has good control over it, he tends to treat you like how one would handle a delicate China plate. It's not that he doesn't touch you at all, but he's so careful when he does that he probably won't even unintentionally find out that you're ticklish.

• The only way he'd find out is if he stumbled across you in the midst of a (usually very one-sided) tickle fight with one of his brothers. In which case, he will usually step in to save you.

• As the second-youngest, he's used to being teased in a similar manner by his older siblings. So if he sees you pinned down, he'll intervene so you can catch your breath and get away.

• If you run to him for protection, much like Levi, he'll take you back to his room and won't let anyone else except Belphie inside until it's safe to assume whoever was after you has given up. You don't have to, but if you thank him by bringing him a few snacks from the fridge later, he'll be happy.

• Such a sweetheart and probably won't ever tickle you. He really doesn't want to upset you.

• The only time I can see him tickling you is if you're having a bad day and he decides you need cheering up. He'll be sat next to you, staring intently at your frowning face as the gears turn in his head. He doesn't know what your day was like or why you're so peeved, but he knows he wants to see you smile again.

• He'll scoot closer, trap you in a hug with one arm and use his free hand to (very carefully) tickle you until you give in. He'll apologise, but as long as that smile is back on your face, he's satisfied.

• "Do you feel better?" He asks, a sweet smile on his face as he pats your head. And you have to admit, you do.

You could swear you saw Beel's eyes sparkle as you offered him the box of chocolates in your hands. You were saving them to eat yourself at some point, but... seeing as Beel valiantly defended you from Asmo earlier, you figure he at least deserves this. He manages to pry his eyes away from the chocolates to look at you. "...Why?" "Because you saved me from Asmo earlier," you explain and hold the box of chocolates closer to him, urging him to take them. "This is my 'thank you'." Finally, he takes the box from you. "...You didn't have to." Despite his words, he opens the lid and starts devouring the chocolates inside so quickly that you don't even have time to remind him to take the wrappers off.

BELPHEGOR

• There are a few scenes in-game where he tickles or tries to tickle the MC, so yes, he'd absolutely find out very quickly.

• Belphie is not only a little shit — he's also spoiled and likes getting his way. So, like Satan, he'll tickle you to convince you of things. Usually it's when he doesn't feel like doing dinner duty or cleaning his room, or if he can tell you're hiding something from him.

• The first time he tickles you, it's because he had an assignment due the next morning. One he had procrastinated on for weeks. You had reminded him time and time again to start working on it as the deadline approached, but he ignored you, and the situation he's in now is, quite frankly, his own fault. So even as he whines to you about how sleepy he is and tries to butter you up so you'll do it for him, you don't give in.

• That is, until he has an idea. With an exaggerated pout on his face, he moved up behind you and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, lazily slumping against your back. Just as you were about to scold him, you felt him start to ruthlessly tickle your sides.

• With his body weight on you, there was little you could do. And even as you fell to the ground, he simply followed you, taunting and teasing you the whole time. When he thinks you've had enough, he hovers above you with a smirk on his face.

• "So? Do you feel like doing it now?"

• Little fucker. He cuddles with you later to "thank" you, but you're still salty about it.

• Like most others on this list, you can get him back. He's the baby of the family so of course he's ticklish. Expect him to use dirty tricks to win any tickle fight you initiate, however. Like "giving in" only to immediately attack once you stop, or using the fluffy end of his tail to catch you by surprise.

• Beel tends to come to his rescue a lot as well, so beware of that.

"I—I give! I giiive!" You smirk in triumph as the youngest demon brother surrenders beneath you, and you let up your tickling assault. You roll off of him, fixing your ruffled hair. "See? That's what happens when you challenge me," with your back turned, you're too busy congratulating yourself to notice Belphie slowly sitting up behind you. "Anyway, you need to— AH—!" You shriek as you're tackled down to the bed again, cursing as Belphie grins down at you, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic light. "Belphie! That's cheatING—!!" And so, it starts again.

DIAVOLO

• Diavolo likely finds out in a similar fashion to Lucifer. Only it might be at a ball rather than in a secluded area.

• He's confused at first. He knows what tickling is, but being extremely sheltered, he's never received much affection like that in his life. As a result, it takes him a moment to put the pieces together. Once he does, he smiles fondly down at you and apologises, and that is that.

• ...For now.

• What he didn't show right away was just how giddy this discovery made him. What an adorable trait to have! And one he had to see more of. He'd missed out on tickle fights his whole life — he had to wonder what they were like?

• He made a mental note to experiment with this information the next time you came around to the palace. And that he did.

• Literally yells "tickle fight!" before pulling you close and going to town. You have to yell for him to be gentler, because inexperienced as he is, what should tickle actually kind of hurts at first.

• "Ah, I'm so, so sorry," he relaxes his fingers a little, no longer digging into your skin. "Is this any better? My sincere apologies."

• His apology would seem a lot more genuine if he didn't continue to tickle you while saying it.

• That, and he doesn't quite understand the concept of a tickle fight. What he's doing to you is more like a tickle beat-down. It's so one-sided it's almost comical. Unable to fight back or escape, Barbatos has to come and tell him to stop before you piss yourself.

• This was fun! He decides completely on his own. We should do this more often! He says, as you are gasping for breath on the fucking ground.

• After this first experience, he incorporates more minor tickling into your daily lives. Instead of trapping you like the first time, he'll sneakily poke you while walking by, and then look back at you with a wave and a completely innocent smile on his face.

"MC? Apologies, you seem to be in the middle of something. It won't take long," Diavolo smiles as he enters the empty student council hall. Indeed, you are in the middle of sorting some letters, but it isn't as if you can deny an audience to the Demon King. "I have a question for you. It appears... as if you've been avoiding me lately. Why is that?" You blink, trying to discern if he was serious. The look on his face said yes, he was. "...Diavolo, whenever we sit next to each other, you keep reaching over to tickle me." He meets you with a surprised expression as if this is somehow news to him. "I did not know it was such a problem," He confesses. "Very well, then. I'll stop. If I do, will you start sitting beside me again? I quite miss it."

BARBATOS

• He already knew. Lol.

• He officially "finds out" for the first time when he just happens to walk in on Diavolo tickling you half to death and saves you from his grasp. In reality, he already knew this was going to happen and planned to show up just in time to clean you off of the floor once Diavolo had his fun.

• You're thankful he showed up, though. If not for the fact he rescued you, then for the tea he served you afterwards to ensure you wouldn't have had an entirely terrible experience that day.

• As for what he does with this information? Well, not much. At least, it doesn't seem like it to you.

• Barbatos knows how to be sneaky with how he uses this to hear you laugh throughout the day. He'll brush his hand against your skin while reaching for something, "accidentally" touch your back and make you jump while walking by you, and it will always seem unintentional. At first, that is.

• Red flags start to raise when these accidents seem to happen multiple times, every single time you're around him. He knows when you're starting to get suspicious too, and that's around the point he stops even trying to pretend like it isn't intentional. He'll keep doing it, but flash you an infuriating, coy smile after each time.

• Now it's war.

• If this is the game he's playing, you might as well participate.

• The only problem being... it's Barbatos. He knows when you're planning something and exactly how you're going to execute it. You can't even land a hand on the bastard.

• And even if you did somehow manage to (AKA he lets you), you genuinely have no idea if he's even ticklish. He won't react to anything you do to him, but he also won't give you a straight answer if you bluntly ask him if he's ticklish or not. He just looks at you with that signature poker-faced smile. And with that, he turns and walks away. YOU NEED ANSWERS.

• Eventually you become convinced that he isn't actually ticklish at all, but he lets you think he could be because he enjoys seeing you so determined to catch him off-guard.

"B—Barbatos!" You jerk your body away as his hand "somehow" manages to pinch your side while reaching for the utensils drawer next to you. He smiles. "My apologies, it was an accident." He says, and you call bullshit right away. With a newfound desire for revenge, you latch onto his side and start to tickle, but frown when he doesn't react at all. In fact, he simply opens the drawer and takes out a few of the cutlery inside like he initially intended to do, as if you aren't even there. He meets your eye with another, slightly more amused smile, before turning and leaving the room. You stand there, dumbfounded. Though... you could've sworn you saw him flinch a little when you first touched him.

SIMEON

• Simeon is also ticklish and is another example of someone who knows how it feels. He's not likely to tickle you often.

• That's not to say he doesn't find it amusing or cute — he absolutely does — but his first thought when the back rubs he gave you with the intention of being soothing turned ticklish wasn't that he should take advantage of it, rather that it's just something new he now knows about you.

• Simeon won't ever intentionally tickle you because it's, well, mean. He'll only do it if he gets "permission", meaning if you do it to him first.

• He enjoys seeing you smile and laugh, but he doesn't ever want to go too far. Most of the tickle fights you initiate are won by him — don't let his appearance and sweetness fool you, he's still much stronger than you are — but they also don't last long. He'll stop, apologise, and offer to make up for it with anything you want.

• "Sorry, sorry," Simeon smiles as he helps you back to your feet, brushing your hair out of your face. "Are you alright? Come on, let's sit down together. No more tickling, though."

• He... tries to be a protector of sorts if Solomon or anyone else is after you. I can't say it works out well for him though, and whoever was after you just ends up with two victims instead of one.

• Bless him for trying. At least you're not suffering alone.

• When you come around to Purgatory Hall, depending on your friendship with Luke, you two may have playful tickle wars that go on. He won't interfere, but Luke does tend to use Simeon as a shield or claims that you're "bullying" him. Simeon never takes it too seriously and you can usually continue your playful tickle-attack uninhibited.

You lay, breathless and sweaty on the floor. You stare up at the ceiling as you pant for air and slowly sit up, wiping at your forehead. You turn to the man sprawled out on the floor right next to you, the both of you having just endured the same tickle-attack by Solomon. "...Are you alright?" Simeon slowly turns his head to look at you and meets you with an exhausted smile. "Yeah, I'm fine... you?" "...Yeah." You sigh. Silence fills the air for a moment, interrupted only by your heavy breathing. "...Wanna get him back?" As angelic as Simeon still is... even he can't refuse that offer.

SOLOMON

• This shady sorcerer absolutely finds out on purpose.

• After one too many times where you've outright banned him from the kitchen to prevent some kind of national tragedy, he decides he's owed some kind of penance. So the one time you allow him in the kitchen while you cook — under strict supervision — he sneaks up behind you and...

• "Solomon!" You squeal, nearly dropping the ingredients in your hands as he hugs you from behind and uses the position to start furiously tickling you.

• "What? Why are you laughing?" He asks cheekily. "You better be careful. You don't want to ruin dinner, right?"

• After the first incident, it gets much, much worse.

• He'll tickle you at any time, anywhere, whenever he feels like it. It doesn't matter how busy you are or how important what you're working on is, he will interrupt you out of nowhere to tickle you until he's satisfied. Prick.

• He thinks it's funny to tickle you in inconvenient or inappropriate settings, too. If you're sat in front of or next to him in class, you can expect him to start repeatedly poking you or enchanting a few items to tickle you as you desperately try to hold back any reactions because then you'll be the one embarrassing yourself.

• He's also ticklish, but will go to great lengths to avoid you ever figuring that out. Probably drinks some kind of potion that dulls his sensitivity before seeking you out to tickle you just in case you try to get revenge on him.

• Of course, you can still catch him when he's unprepared. And when you do, it's war.

• At least Purgatory Hall is never boring with you two around.

You stare down Solomon as you face one another at opposite ends of the dining table. He's grinning at you, and every now and again tries to rush over to where you are, at which point you circle the table to keep the distance. "You can't keep going forever." He taunts. "Watch me, motherfucker," you curse, but it's true. You're already out of breath. He tries to charge you again and you react quickly, hurrying back around to the other side of the table. Just as you do, however, he changes direction. You're unable to turn around in time and he catches you, damn near lifting you up into the air with how he grabs you. "Solomon! Stop it!" "You started it," he argues. "Now suffer the consequences."

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f1 grid (2/2) | dropping the towel

୨ৎ : featuring : lando norris, oscar piastri, kimi antonelli, ollie bearman, and yuki tsunoda (click here for part one) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by 🫐) : pranking your boyfriend by pretending to drop your towel mid grwm (get ready with me), only to reveal you’re fully dressed...cue panic, confusion, and betrayal.

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : tws : slightly suggestive ୨ৎ : word count : 781

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : are we excited for japan thooooo omfg...

ʚ・lando norris

lando walked into the room, spotted the towel, and his grin was immediate.

he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes twinkling with amusement.

“oh, this is gonna be good.”

there was a hint of anticipation, a glint of mischief—he was expecting a show.

then, with full dramatic flair, you yanked the towel off.

fully clothed.

lando’s smirk instantly disappeared.

his body froze, mouth slightly open, staring at you like you’d just personally betrayed him.

“wait. wait. what the hell, that’s not fair!”

you were already cackling, but lando? he was deeply offended.

hands flying in the air, he pointed at you accusingly.

“this is false advertising.”

still staring at you in disbelief, he collapsed onto the bed, rolling onto his stomach like a child who just got their toy taken away.

“no. i don’t want to talk to you.”

for the next hour, he pouted aggressively, refusing to make eye contact as you laughed at his dramatic sulking.

you leaned down, poking his cheek. “still mad?”

his voice was muffled into the pillow.

“i feel scammed.”

ʚ・oscar piastri

oscar walked into the room, mid-sip of his water, only to see you filming something suspicious.

he immediately stopped in his tracks.

expression blank, he stared for a second before slowly tilting his head.

“do i even want to know?”

you didn’t answer—just gripped the towel dramatically and yanked it off.

fully clothed.

silence.

oscar blinked once. then twice.

then, just… stared.

like he was waiting for his brain to process the absolute nonsense he just witnessed.

a long pause.

finally, in the driest tone possible—

“i hate you.”

and without another word, he turned around and walked straight out.

no questions. no follow-ups.

just pure, silent disappointment.

ʚ・kimi antonelli

kimi walked into the room, took one look at you filming, and immediately froze in the doorway.

not in shock. not even close.

he just stood there, arms crossed, staring at you like a teacher who caught a student doing something profoundly dumb.

a long pause.

then—deadpan—

“really?”

you bit back a grin, gripping the towel dramatically before yanking it off like a magician revealing a trick.

fully clothed.

kimi’s expression did not change.

he didn’t gasp, didn’t panic, didn’t even blink.

instead, he just squinted slightly, tilting his head like he was trying to mentally process the sheer stupidity of what just happened.

another long, suffering sigh.

then, in the most disappointed, italian-mother-just-found-out-you-failed-a-test voice—

“sei un'idiota.” ("you're an idiot.")

he shook his head, as if mourning the loss of your last functioning brain cell, then turned and walked out.

still no reaction. no further discussion.

just pure, unfiltered italian judgment.

from the hallway, you heard him mutter—

“you and your tik-tok trends.”

ʚ・ollie bearman

ollie walked into the room mid-grwm, completely unfazed, tilting his head as he noticed your phone propped up.

"you’re filming? oh, okay, cool—"

he was about to leave the room, totally uninterested, until he saw you gripping the towel, ready to pull it off.

his entire body froze.

"WAIT, Y/N, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

his voice shot up an octave, eyes widening in sheer panic as he frantically looked around, like an escape route would magically appear.

you yanked the towel off—fully clothed.

ollie just… stood there.

red-faced, completely speechless, his hands slightly raised like he wasn’t sure whether to cover his eyes or just leave his body entirely.

"i genuinely thought i was gonna have a heart attack."

you were wheezing with laughter, but ollie? he was already turning away, staring at the wall like it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen.

for the next ten minutes, he refused to make eye contact, mumbling, “nope. not talking to you. don’t even look at me.”

you, of course, spent the rest of the day making it worse.

ʚ・yuki tsunoda

yuki walked into the room at the exact moment you dramatically grabbed the towel, your expression way too smug for his liking.

his eyes immediately narrowed.

“oi, what the HELL are you doing?!”

panic flickered across his face as he tensed up, eyes darting between you and the door like he was debating whether to run or intervene.

then, with full cinematic flair, you dropped the towel.

fully clothed.

a beat of silence.

then, a dramatic, exaggerated gasp.

“you’re so annoying.”

he threw his hands in the air, face scrunched up like he just lost a race due to an engine failure.

without another word, he stormed out, grumbling aggressively in japanese about how he “could’ve had some today, but no—"

you were already crying with laughter, but from the hallway, you heard his final declaration of betrayal.

“i can never trust you again!”

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livinginshambles · 2 years ago

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But what about me | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Summary: Established relationship - You're jealous of the new girl but are mature about it, James is oblivious, and he also forgets your birthday and anniversary.

Notes: So here it is, a new version. I'm not going to continue the taglist, because it is kind of a hassle to take care of. Lily is our friend. OC Rosalie sucks. James is stupid. Spelling mistakes, grammar mistakes, probably a happy ending, you know the drill.

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“What’s on your mind?”

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You stared at James from a distance.

You shot up, your eyes widened in an alarmed manner before your posture relaxed when you saw it was Annabelle. She was a Hufflepuff ghost, a student who had tragically died during a Triwizard tournament, a few decades ago.

You shook your head in reassurance. “Nothing’s on my mind-“

“-So, the usual then?” Sirius’ voice popped up behind you and you wasted no time in elbowing him in the ribs, causing him to let out an “oomph”. You quickly waved at Annabelle who floated off.

“Watch it Padfoot,” you sternly told him, and you tried your best to give him a reprimanding look. By the laughing sound of his reaction, you failed in appearing intimidating.

“So,” Sirius began. “Big day tomorrow ey?” He wiggled his eyes suggestively. You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, my birthday. Stop making it sound weird,” you huffed, and you shook your head.

“Totally worth it, Annika just walked past us with a beet red face,” Sirius defended with a mischievous grin.

“You should stop your inappropriate comments, I mean you are literally my cousin,” you stated loudly, and Sirius earned a disgusted look from another student passing by.

Sirius’ mouth hung open and then he scrambled to defend himself. “So, we’re not related at all, she was kidding!” His voice and pitch raised by the end of the sentence as he called out to the student who’d given him a not-so-subtle side eye.

You gave him a smug look. “Fine,” Sirius relented. “Truce?” You two shook hands.

“You’re not trying to steal my girl, are you Pads?” Two arms found their way around your waist, followed by a kiss to your cheek.

Sirius let go of your hand to hold them up in surrender. “I wouldn’t dare, Prongs, just chatting because she seemed lonely,” he shrugged. You shot him a glare.

“Lonely?” James’ attention immediately zoned in on you.

“He’s just talking out of his ass, Jamie,” you waved it off.

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Oh, because you were definitely not longingly looking at Prongs here, talking to that gir-“ This time, you kicked his shins.

“Nah, I’m just pranking you, mate,” Sirius nonchalantly changed course and patted James on the shoulder while he passed him. James ignored him and focused on you.

He spun you around by one arm, held above your head like you were doing a ballroom dance. His hands quickly settled on your sides when you faced him, and he leaned over to pepper your face full of pecks. You grinned up at him and he fondly looked back before pulling you in again for a deeper kiss.

“Really?” A portrait next to you spoke up snorted. “Right in front of my salad?” He gestured to the painted salad on the dinner table in front of him.

James pointedly ignored him and instead tried to pull you a little bit closer. Not that that was possible.

“Oh, now you’re just doing it on purpose,” The man in the painting complained, and you would imagine the grimace on his face if you weren’t too preoccupied with James, who was leaving small pecks against your lips.

“Don’t like what you see, look away,” James murmured against you.

“Disrespectful cretin these days. I would look away, but you are right in my sight,” The portrait huffed dramatically. You softly pushed James away to offer the poor man a sheepish look but found that he’d already escaped to a neighboring painting.

“So tomorrow,” James started, and you couldn’t help but get excited at the prospect of a date with James. That giddy feeling sank very quickly when James finished his sentence.

“I’ll be training our newest Chaser for the day. That’s the girl I was talking to before,” he explained. “Her name’s Rosalie James, isn’t that funny? Like her last name is James, it confused me a lot during today’s practice,” James continued, not noticing that your mind had wandered of the brunette girl.

“She even joked that if we’d get married, I could change my name to James James,” he laughed. You didn’t particularly see the humor in that.

“Anyway,” he continued, “I know I said that we would study together in the library tomorrow, but I think we should move that to Sunday.”

You frowned, “can we not just move it to the evening then?” you asked, wondering if James was really planning on spending the entirety of your birthday with someone else.

“Well, it’s from 9 o’clock until 7 o’clock in the evening, and we have a Quidditch party thing afterwards, but it’s more of a teambuilding thing. I can ask them if you can join though?” James offered.

You blinked at him in confusion before offering him a smile in return. “What, no- I wouldn’t want to intrude,” you denied. You assumed that he’d find some time to squeeze in a birthday celebration.

James shrugged. “Suit it yourself, love.”

You didn’t actually think James would forget your birthday. After all, James was literally the perfect boyfriend. He was proud to show you off to people, always ready to lend an ear when you needed to, and most of all showering you with love, any chance he gets.

But we’re all still humans after all, today was very busy so it probably just slipped his mind. That’s completely okay, you told yourself. And so, you tried to push away your thoughts, wanting to enjoy the cake that you and the girls had snuck from the kitchen as a late-night snack.

“Red velvet is the best, I swear,” Lily laughed with a sigh as she let herself fall flat on her back in satisfaction. Marlene agreed wordlessly, preoccupied with stuffing more cake in her mouth.

“Happy birthday again,” Alice smiled kindly at you, and you beamed at her. “Thank you, guys, for today, you shouldn’t have bought me the expensive painting equipment,” you said as you motioned towards the brand-new canvasses, brushes, primer, and oil paint.

“Nonsense,” Marlene replied in mock offense. “But you will paint me one day, right?” She batted her eyelashes at you. You pretended to think about it. “I mean, for 15 galleons?” you joked and then had to rush to take your words back when Marlene agreed without hesitance.

“I was only joking,” you laughed and swatted her lightly.

“Eh, leave the joking to your boyfriend and the other marauders,” Lily teased you. “Speaking of them,” she started, and you looked down, knowing the follow up question. “What did they get you for your birthday?

“Well,” you recalled your day so far. “Peter, Remus and Sirius gifted me an expandable suitcase, so I can put all my collectables in there.”

“Damn,” Alice whispered. You sheepishly scratched your head. “Yeah, it took me by surprise too. Last I checked, it cost way too much. I sure hope they acquired it in a legal manner,” you joked.

“I mean, both Sirius and James are well off, so maybe they could afford it and actually bought it,” Alice joked along.

You shrugged. “Oh, James didn’t pitch in for the suitcase. Remus said that he’d told them he was getting something more personal for me,” you said.

“Ugh, what a sap,” Lily commented lightheartedly, and you agreed with a chuckle. “So, what did he get you then?” Lily asked exasperatedly, already expecting something ridiculously grand.

There was a beat of silence.

“Uh, I’m not sure, we didn’t get around to celebrating my birthday together,” you settled on answering.

“What?” Marlene, Lily, and Alice asked in chorus.

“He was busy,” you defended James.

“The entire day?” Marlene squinted her eyes, absolutely seeing through your bullshit excuse. You shrugged in response but nodded your head. “The entire day?” She repeated in disbelief. “Like he couldn’t pop in in the morning or during breakfast?” You shrugged again.

“I guess he forgot,” you mumbled, starting to feel down again. Alice quickly caught on to that and decided to change the subject, trying to cheer you up. “Anyway, should we picnic tomorrow by the lake?”

You exhaled in relief. “I would love that.”

Sirius and James entered their dorms and greeted the other two marauders. “And? Did she like the suitcase?” Sirius immediately asked while he made himself at home on the foot end of Remus’ bed.

“Definitely, like she couldn’t believe it. She even did the happy wiggly dance,” Peter and Remus laughed at the memory. Sirius held his hand up to high five them and grinned in victory. “I told you guys, she needed someplace to put all that stuff she collects.”

James had been utterly confused since he stepped into the room and was not at all following the conversation. It was definitely about you, he figured that much from the wiggly happy dance. But what on earth were they buying you stuff for?

“You guys gave Y/N a suitcase?” He asked cluelessly.

“Yeah, why?” Remus inquired, eyebrows raised. “Is that not up to standard to the great James Potter?” He sarcastically asked, already expecting James to start gloating about whatever he got as a present for you.

“Well, if you guys have that much money in abundance to spend, save some for great pranks too,” James complained jokingly.

Sirius stared at James in confusion. “Huh?”

Peter tilted his head while examining James’ facial expression of confusion and then hesitantly asked. “James, did you forget about Y/N’s birthday?”

Time stopped for James, and he could hear his heart beat loudly, blood rushing to his ears as realization dawned on him, entirely to slowly.

“Merlin!” he loudly cursed, wide-eyed.

At his confession, Remus and Sirius’ jaws slacked. “You forgot!?” They shouted in unison.

Peter covered his ears at their yelling.

“Y/N!”

You turned your head, trying to find the source and halted in your step when your eyes landed on James who was frantically making his way through the hordes of students, crowding the corridor. He had been trying to find you since breakfast.

“Yes?”

James stopped in front of you, out of breath, a little flushed in the face and an apologetic expression adorned his face. You already knew what he was going to say and held up your hand to stop him in advance.

“I don’t need your apology,” you sighed out. James words died in his throat, and it took a moment for him to break out of it. “Love, I’m a right twit, I know.” He unintentionally shot you a defeated look with puppy eyes that you couldn’t help but melt for.

“How was your day yesterday?” was all you ended up asking as you continued making your way towards the library. You motioned with your head for him to follow you.

“I missed you,” James sincerely answered. He still pouted, seemingly upset, but all directed at himself of course. “I can’t believe I forgot,” he frowned. “I’ll work to be the greatest boyfriend again, I promise.” His eyes sparkled with determination, and you couldn’t suppress your amusement anymore, a smile lifting the corners of your lips.

“Well, you’re not off the hook yet, Potter.”

“Not the last name,” James whined. You shot him an unimpressed look that had him accept defeat.

“So, no kisses for you anymore,” you huffed for extra measure, in retaliation to his complaint.

“Wait what? You can’t do that, that’s so mean,” James immediately protested.

“For a week,” you added. “Forgetting about me yesterday was mean to me too.”

James’ hand made its way to intertwine with yours. “Fine,” he grumbled. “But this is still okay, right?”

You squeezed his hand. “It’s twelve o’clock right now. Do you want to have lunch first or study a little bit in the library?”

James gave you a bright smile. “Whatever you want.”

“I want you to choose,” you retorted.

“Lunch, please.”

James spent the following week almost draped over you. His entire body leaned into you, your hands always together, and every time he came in for a kiss, he reminded himself to respect your wishes, which left him burying his face in your neck instead.

It was Sunday and you hummed peacefully to yourself while you were sketching in the boys’ dorms, on James’ bed. You sat in the middle of his crossed legs, his arms were wrapped around your middle. His chin was rested on your shoulder which left him with the perfect view on your drawing in progress.

“I love you,” he quietly mumbled.

“I know, Jamie. I love you too,” you nudged him. James’ arms slipped away, and he moved away from you, you frowned at the loss of contact and warmth, leaning into the pillows behind you instead. “What are you-?”

James moved in front of you and nestled himself between your own crossed legs, back to your stomach, exchanging the position you had previously been in. He slouched a bit until his head leaned against your chest.

“My, you’re putty today, love,” you teased him softly. You closed your sketchbook and started untangling his curly hair.

“I’m really sorry I missed your birthday,” James whispered. You melted.

You chuckled and shrugged. “Sometimes things slip our mind. It just made me feel a little bummed out, that’s all.”

James hummed. “Well, I can promise you that I won’t forget about our anniversary though,” he said, voice filled with determination. You laughed. “That’s still a long time from now Jamie,” you mused.

“I’m already counting down the days so that there’s absolutely no way that I’ll forget it.”

“Hey James?”

James looked up at you.

“It’s twelve o’clock.”

James blinked twice and then a wolfish grin appeared as he practically jumped up and turned to face you, tackling you to bring you in for a kiss.

You groaned at the impact of your head against the wall behind you and James grinned sheepishly in apology before grabbing your hips and pulling you further down the bed to make space so he could finally press his lips to yours, all while completely melting into you and sighing in relief at the feeling.

And for two weeks, everything seemed to be perfectly fine. Until Rosalie joined the picture again, that is.

Dorcas sat next to you in class and elbowed you softly. “What’s up with James and that girl?” she whispered. You looked up from your notes and glanced at James who was nodding enthusiastically at a drawing that Rosalie was showing James. It was a portrait of him, and you couldn’t help but feel a pit in your stomach at how well she drew him.

Features that were so on point, up to the little details like the three tiny birthmarks that seem to disappear amidst his freckles and that one freckle on his upper lip that you often pressed an extra peck to. You knew that for such a detailed, accurate and hyper realistic drawing, Rosalie had probably spent a lot of time studying him up close.

You averted your attention back to Dorcas and forced a smile. “She’s their new Chaser,” was all you replied.

Dorcas sent another skeptical look in James and Rosalie’s direction but didn’t comment on it any further.

“Guess what, love?!” James burst into the common room where you and Remus were calmly reading. James skipped over to the couch you were sitting on and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“What?” you entertained him.

“I just made a deal with the kitchen elves and they’re going to cook us a candle lit dinner for our anniversary,” James triumphantly grinned from ear to ear as if he had just won the Quidditch cup.

Your eyes widened and you jumped up in excitement and disbelief. “How did you manage to do that?” You curiously pondered.

James puffed his chest. “A magician never reveals his secrets,” he secretively replied, and you huffed and swatted him with a laugh. “We’re all magicians here, James,” you pointed out with a pout.

James leaned down to press a kiss to your pouted lips. “Just enjoy dinner with me. It’s in three weeks.” He was not about to tell you that he made a deal with the elves to go and clean the kitchen every day after supper for three weeks.

“Thank you, James,” you said, voice muffled because you had your face buried in his neck, arms around him in a tight hug.

You were incredibly excited for your anniversary, having a surprise for him as well, as you managed to get him tickets to the Quidditch world cup.

You waited for James in the changing rooms, Gryffindor had just lost an important match to Slytherin, and you knew that James would be feeling down. The Gryffindor team walked in, and you got up from the bench you were seated on. When you found James, he immediately came in for a hug.

“You did great out there, love. I’m proud of you,” you whispered.

“But it wasn’t enough,” James frowned. “They’re just always better than us, it doesn’t even matter how much we practice, because in the end, we can’t beat them.”

You stroked his hair in a consoling manner.

“And what’s the point if we can’t bloody beat Slytherin,” James spat out in frustration. You threw Sirius a look over James’ shoulder.

“Don’t say that, Jamie. You’ve won the last two games, and you don’t have to win against them,” you tried. Apparently, that was not what James wanted to hear and you would later beat yourself up for seeming to discard his feelings.

James pulled away with a frown. “But it’s not enough!” You flinched at his loud tone. “I just want-, It’s,” he let out an aggravated sound. “You don’t understand, okay. The feeling of constantly losing to the same opponent, its-“ James was struggling to find the words and you tried to apologize, alarmed, and feeling guilty.

Rosalie showed up behind James and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, we’ll get them next time, James. She just doesn’t get it because she’s not on the team.”

You felt hurt by her dismissive statement and wanted to retort when James agreed with her. “Exactly, Y/N, you don’t even play Quidditch, you don’t know what this feels like.”

Your heart sank in embarrassment and hurt, and your mouth formed an inaudible ‘oh’.

“Come on, Prongs. It’s not her fault we lost, don’t take it out on her,” Sirius moved to stand next to James and swatted him lightly. James sighed, closed his eyes, and pinched his nose.

“’m sorry, love. That was totally uncalled for,” he admitted, and he reached his arm for you to pull you back in for a hug. You subtly evaded his arm and swiftly moved yourself to the door.

“No, no. I actually need to go meet up with Peter, so uh. You guys have fun. And yeah,” you awkwardly did a mini wave with your hand towards the team and fled.

Sirius leaned in towards James. “Good job, mate.”

“Sod off.” You didn’t leave his mind at all for the rest of the night.

You were about to scream bloody murder when you were shaken awake in the middle of the night, but a hand covered your mouth and when your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could vaguely make out your boyfriend.

“James?” you incredulously whispered. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing here?”

James motioned to his invisibility cloak. “Sleep with me?” He asked and gave you a pleading look. You folded and so you tripled to the boy’s dorms under the cloak and then nestled yourself in his arms. A leg draped over his while you two fell into a peaceful slumber.

James was once again looking everywhere for you. This time with a slight sense of dread instead of the usual excitement.

When he finally found you and saw that you were laughing along with Sirius, he hesitated. He was halfway through changing his mind on addressing the issue with you when you called out to him.

“Morning!” you said, and you slid a sandwich in his direction. “You missed breakfast today, everything okay?" You asked.

James glanced at Sirius, and he excused himself and then left.

“I know we were going to go to Hogsmeade for our anniversary, but Rosalie managed to get tickets to a Quidditch game of our favourite team, and we even get to meet them afterwards. Like I can ask them for tips on playing, it’s just such an opportunity…” He trailed off when he noticed your fallen expression, which you quickly tried to cover up.

“Hey, that sounds like an amazing opportunity,” you assured him because it was true.

“We’re still on for that candle lit dinner, though?” You tried to joke, but it came off more as an insecure question.

James immediately enveloped you in a big hug. “Of course we are, 10 o’clock in the evening and I promise I’ll make it up to you afterwards.”

You laughed quietly. “You better.”

Your eyes crinkled in laughter as the kitchen elves tried their best to cheer you up and keep you occupied while James was hopefully simply running late. But by the time it was one o’clock in the morning, you decided to call it a night and thanked the elves for teaching you two new dishes and chess.

On your way to the dorms, you heard hushed whispers around the corner. When you turned it, however, you saw it was empty, but you knew better. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, contemplating if you wanted to do this now or tomorrow.

“James,” you called out.

There was a beat of silence and then the invisibility cloak slid off to reveal James and Rosalie, sneaking back inside the castle.

“Love? What are you doing up at this hour-“ he stopped halfway through his sentence with a curse.

“Wait, Y/N, this is my fault, not James’,” Rosalie piped up, but you were done with her.

“Go.”

Rosalie shot James one last glance and when he didn’t look back at her, instead still frozen, attention focused on you, she scurried away.

“I lost track of time. We went to have drinks with the players and time flashed by so quickly and then I completely forgot. And then Rosalie got sick, so -“

“Stop talking about her for a moment.” James looked at you, confused.

“Every single time, it is always you and Rosalie. It’s always her.” You didn’t bother hiding your hurt feelings anymore.

“But what about me,” you whispered defeatedly.

James shook his head. “No, it’s not her. I swear it’s not. It’s bad timing.” he firmly stated. “This isn’t even her fault, it was me and my enthusiasm to go to the game, I-“

“Why do you keep defending her?” You cut him off, allowing tears to well up in your eyes. James bit his lower lip. “I’m sorry,’ he eventually admitted.

“Yeah,” you breathed out exhaustedly. “You always are, aren’t you? Just like you always promise to make it up to me.”

“I will,” he weakly defended. “We can go back to the kitchen right now, eat food, celebrate our anniversary,” his eyes desperately searched yours for forgiveness, but in the darkness of the castle, he couldn’t find any.

“I spent three hours in the kitchen already, I’ve eaten the great food that the elves prepared for me, and our anniversary has already passed,” you coldly stated.

James’ eyes averted to his own feet, ashamed.

You tightly shut your eyes for a moment. And basked in the silence. When you opened your eyes again, you took in James’ posture. He seemed so very small all of a sudden.

Then you walked straight past him, while he was still frozen in place. When you passed him, you halted next to him and turned your head towards him. “I really hope she’s worth it, James.”

This seemed to snap him out of it, and he turned around in a flash. “Wait!” he called out in panic and immediately lowered his voice. “You’re not breaking up with me, right?” His eyes were pleading, and he looked distraught.

You scoffed softly to yourself. “I don’t want to talk to you right now. I’m tired, so I’m going to bed, or else I actually will,” you replied shortly and retreated to your dorm.

Sirius whistled when James entered the room and unknowingly started to rub salt right in James’ well-deserved wound. “One o’clock in the morning, damn Prongs. You two must’ve had fun in the kitchen. How was the food? Did you like the present? I helped her with that,” he boasted.

James shook his head, “I messed it up again, Padfoot.”

Sirius eyes squinted ever so slightly at James. “No way,” he ended up asking in disbelief.

James didn’t answer right away, and Sirius got up out of bed and approached James. Then he shoved him. “Tell me you showed up for your anniversary, Prongs.”

James who had been looking at the ground finally met Sirius eye to eye, tears pooling in his own eyes. “We just lost track of the time, and then Ro-“

“If you finish that sentence and it’s about Rosalie, I will hurt you, James Potter.”

James helplessly looked at Sirius. “But you guys have it all wrong. It’s not her fault-“

Sirius grabbed James by the collar and shook him for good measure. “Prongs, mate. Wake the bloody hell up, would you.” His eyes bore straight through James’.

“Rosalie fancies you. It’s as clear as day. She demands your attention at all times. Asks for Quidditch practice, specifically with you, for an entire day. She diminishes our Y/N’s value in front of everyone, is pretentious and makes it seem as if you two are more compatible. She tries so hard to have so many common things with you like her last name, and she literally has a sketchbook full of portraits of you, which is rather creepy. Besides, she fully knew you were supposed to be back by ten o’clock for your date. I get it man, it’s subtle, but you’re smarter than that.”

Sirius released James and sighed. “And worst of all, Prongs, is that you let it happen. And every time you do, she wins a little more until Y/N will stop playing this stupid game for you.”

James let Sirius’ words sink in and the more he thought about it, the more he realized how right Sirius was.

“I don’t do it on purpose, Pads. Believe me. I know everything looks terrible, but I didn’t realize it.” James took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes tiredly, and pulled a hand through his locks.

“I forgot her birthday, but it was just a busy day, and I don’t really have a choice as captain but to train the new players. A-and I immediately apologized to Y/N when I realized what a twat I was in the locker room. And I didn’t miss my anniversary for a date with another girl or anything, there was a once in a lifetime opportunity to meet people I’ve looked up to, and I know it looks bad together because Rosalie was involved in all those instances, but I never meant to hurt Y/N. You know I’m in love with her.”

James started pacing through the room. It was a miracle that the others hadn’t woken up yet.

“Okay, I believe you,” Sirius decided after consideration. “But maybe try properly explaining and apologizing to Y/N. And then confront Rosalie and tell her to sod off.”

James nodded. “Yeah, yeah okay. I’ll do that.” Sirius looked a little skeptically at James and then patted his shoulder before climbing back in bed, while James did the same.

He had almost fallen back asleep when James asked, “Do you think she’d forgive me?”

Sirius was quiet. He’d seen the hurt look on your face multiple times and had instead tried to keep your mind off of James whenever he saw you stare at James and Rosalie.

“I think she might break up with me, Sirius,” James whispered in a small voice. He couldn’t sleep, his mind was filled with guilt, distress and you.

“Go sleep James, we’ll figure it out in the morning.”

You took a deep breath before pushing through the grand doors of the Great Hall. You spotted the empty seat amongst the marauders and let your eyes slide across the Gryffindor table to look for James.

You found him talking with Rosalie, and you almost wanted to turn around and leave, when you spotted her sour face when he finally walked back to his seat. James wore a relieved expression and was greeted by the marauders with pats on the back in congratulations.

Sirius spotted you and waved you over, scooting over himself so you could squeeze in.

“Good morning,” you gratefully smiled at the boys and sat down. James absentmindedly loaded your favourite food on your plate out of habit and then hesitated. He hadn’t really dared look you in the eyes yet, still ashamed after lying awake all night, thinking of all the things he’d done.

When your stretched out hand appeared in his sight, he looked up and saw a kind expression on your face. He handed you the plate and relaxed a little.

“Sirius tells me you want to explain some things to me, so unless you have a date with Rosalie over there,” you gestured to the girl who was not looking happy. “We could talk after breakfast?”

James nodded eagerly, eyes wide. “Yes, please.” He stared at you, and almost frowned, wondering why you didn’t seem as angry as you did last night, or rather this early morning.

You noticed his stare and knew what he was thinking. “I told you; I was tired, upset and couldn’t deal with it then. But I’ve had a good night’s sleep. I have thought about everything and decided that I’m not going to rashly throw away two years of unconditional love and friendship between us, for things that I feel like you want to explain to me. It’s not so black and white in decisions when it comes to love and my love isn’t that fragile.”

“Thank you,” James breathed out, already feeling like crying.

“Don’t thank me, thank Pads, he is vouching for you,” you hummed. “But your explanation better be worth it. And that’ll be at least two weeks without kisses.”

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hamiltonaf · 14 hours ago

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Current Boyfriend | Lando Norris

Pairing: Lando Norris x Female Reader

Word Count: 921

Warnings: None just fluff

A/N: Hiii lovelies ! I’m back from my 6 month hiatus. Saw this trend on TikTok and thought about writing it, apologies if my writing is shabby.. its been a hot minute. Hoping to get back into writing again soon. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy .xx

My week is never complete if I didn’t complete my set goals and more especially, if I didn’t prank Lando. Another week, another trend on TikTok of girlfriends pranking their boyfriends. Lando may act annoyed for a few minutes after cracking he’s been pranked, but I know deep down he enjoys it because we can laugh about it later how he fell for it.

The prank today seems simple, but I know I won’t be able to keep it up for long because Lando will end it the second I start. He was in a good mood after the Miami GP, so whilst he’s on a high, this is the best time to do it.

I ‘soft launched’ the prank when he was on the simulator and I was sat beside him to keep him company. I messaged (Y/F/N) to give me a call and to go ahead with whatever I was saying. “Heyy girly” I answered. “Hey bestie ! What are you up to ?” (Y/F/N) asked. I stood up to pace the room, “Well, you know that I’m staying with my current boyfriend in Monaco. We’re having a chilled day, about to make some lunch. How about you ?” I asked. I noticed Lando’s facial expression change the second I said current boyfriend. He repeated it to himself but didn’t question me about it as I left the room to not disturb him.

After the call ended he joined me in the kitchen to feature in my ‘A day in my life’ vlog. Little does he know that this is not even going to be posted anywhere and I’m creating fake content that’s about to trigger him again.

I set up my phone and started recording. “Hi guys ! It’s (Y/N) and welcome to a day in my life. The day started off with my current boyfriend on the sim and-“ he cut me off. “Wait, what did you say ? Current boyfriend ?” He asked as he stepped into frame. “Yeah, anyway, now we’re about to have lunch. Joining me today is my current boyfriend, Lando” I smiled as I motioned to him. He bit his lip and lightly laughed to himself. “How many other boyfriends do you have ?” He asked as he stared at me.

“Obviously it’s just you. I’m trying to explain it to them so that’s why you’re my current boyfriend” I gaslit him. “Okay” he said plainly. “So my girlfriend at the moment is going to be my sous-chef today” he faked a smile. Oh so he wants to play.

I couldn’t give him a reaction so I just pressed my lips together before taking over. “Anyway, so we’re making an aglio olio pasta today. Whilst we wait for our spaghetti to cook, my current boyfriend will be answering some questions” I side eyed him. “How many more times do you have to refer to me as your current boyfriend. I think they get it” Someone is upset. “Oh I’m done” I said casually. He sighed in relief. “Okay so first question is what does my current boyfriend get up to on a weekend off” I stifled a laugh. He leaned towards the counter whilst keeping eye contact.

“What ?” I half laughed. “Say that one more time” he dared. “Why ? What are you gonna do ?” I asked as I stepped closer. “I’ll get a new girlfriend tomorrow” he smirked. “Oh is that how it is now. You can’t handle a prank so you threaten to get a new girlfriend” I raised a brow. I couldn’t contain myself, his reaction was not part of the script. “I can’t handle a prank ? More like you can’t..who’s the one smiling” he grinned. I rolled my eyes and distracted myself by straining the spaghetti. “I think you fail to realise our for you page is almost the same. Babe, you think I wouldn’t see that prank ?” He followed behind me. “Aww is someone upset” he cooed as he snaked his arms around my waist.

I tried to keep up the bit, but his arms wrapping around my waist made my heart do that annoying little flip it always does when he’s close. I could feel him smiling against my shoulder. “You know I’m your only boyfriend, right?” he said softly, his voice lower now — no longer playing for the camera.

I turned around to face him, arms still around each other. “Of course. You think I’d put this much effort into pranking just anyone?” I teased.

He laughed gently, but then his expression softened. “You could call me your past, current, and future boyfriend, and I’d still be the luckiest guy alive.” That caught me off guard. I blinked up at him, smile fading into something realer — warmer. “That’s... kinda smooth,” I said quietly.

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and gave that soft grin that always makes everything else disappear. “I’m serious. You make life fun. Even when you’re annoying me on purpose.”

“I annoy you out of love,” I whispered with a grin.

“And I love every second of it,” he whispered back, then kissed me — slow and sweet, like we weren’t in the middle of a half-cooked pasta vlog.

I pulled back just enough to look at him. “So… you’re not actually getting a new girlfriend tomorrow?” I asked, playing with his shirt collar.

He smirked. “Nah. I’m too busy being hopelessly in love with this one.” And just like that, the prank was over — and my heart was absolutely, undeniably full.

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coucouatoi · 6 months ago

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take it as a compliment | h.s.

Pairing: Harry Styles X Reader

Warnings: smoking, swearing, light angst, making out

A/N: Got a request for Outgoing Harry/Shy reader and then this happened. I'm actually so in love with this so I hope y'all enjoy :)

Summary: Your band is out of a main singer after a petty feud. The hunt for someone new is pure torture, not a single audition has peaked your interests. None until he walked in.

"Next!!" your band's drummer, Maeve, exclaims with an exasperated tone. The person who was auditioning scurries off the small stage, too embarrassed to say goodbye. They were the 10th person to audition today. Ten people have gone on stage and tried to show off their singing skills but no one has been even remotely close to good. You're starting to suspect that all of these people are pranking you. There's no way that this many people are tone-deaf... Right?

You look back up when you see someone new walking on stage. Your eyes widen in surprise when you see who's next to audition. Harry Styles, the myth, the legend. He's a star member of the swimming team, captain of the rugby team, honorary member of the debate team and the most sought-after guy at your university. He is probably the last person you expected to show up for your band's audition... You don't even know if he can sing.

"This is going to be hilariously, so happy we are filming" Riu, your band's bassist, chuckles under his breath. You shrug with a small smirk, guess he wants to join today's humiliating compilation of failed auditions.

"Hello everyone, I'm Harry Styles auditioning for lead singer? I guess" he laughs at himself, now this is something you've never seen... a nervous Harry? Could this be an act??

"Don't sound too excited now" Maeve rolls her eyes, "What are you going to sing?" she clicks her pen ready to write the title down.

"October by Broken Bells" he speaks more confidently into the mic now. Your eyebrows raise, shocked. You would have expected something a little more mainstream maybe something currently in the top 10 chart or even an old classic. Riu presses the record button on his camera and rearranges the tripod to better capture Harry.

"Whenever you're ready," You say softly as you hope for the best, your behind is really starting to hurt after sitting for so long hopefully you can leave the auditorium soon.

The man onstage takes a deep breath before pressing play on the acoustic track on his phone.

Soft guitar strings start playing and only a few seconds in Harry starts harmonising with the instrument before the lyrics come in. And when they do... Your jaw hits the floor. The voice that comes out of his mouth would have been impossible to imagine. It's not a very vocally powerful song but requires a certain knowledge of music to get it right. He sounds beautiful and enchanting.

Riu, who's sitting next to you, shakes your arm making you turn your head to him. He mouths "What the fuck?" and you only nod as an answer completely bewildered.

He doesn't move around the stage or anything, just stands in the same spot and sings. Sings better than anyone you've heard today. Better than your past lead singer you're sure. His eyes are shut in what you have to assume is concentration but he could just be too nervous to look at you and your bandmates. His dark hair is pushed back out of his face letting you see his features, his furrowed brows and the sheen of sweat on the tip of his nose.

The song ends and he finally opens his eyes, gagging your reactions. You make sure that you've closed your mouth not wanting one of the first times he really looks at you for your mouth to be wide open...

"Do you write your own songs?" Maeve breaks the silence.

"I have some written yes" he answers quickly, a small jitter going through his body. Excited that he wasn't immediately shooed off stage.

"Is this a serious audition or are you just joking around?" Riu then asks having had enough of this long and boring day.

"Serious, I love singing" he nods quickly, "And I think I'm pretty good at it" Ah! There's the cocky attitude you've gotten used to from him.

Maeve grabs your arms from across the table tugging you towards her, Riu in the middle simply lowers his head closer to hear what's about to be said.

"What do you think?" She asks looking deeply into your eyes. You nod before answering already conveying your approval.

"He's really good guys, winning the UK universities competition good" You definitely see him adding a lot to your group. He's got the charms, the voice and the confidence to get you all the way to the finals.

"We're really accepting Harry Styles into our band?" Riu sounds annoyed but you know that he approves of this choice too...

Here goes nothing.

It's officially been two weeks since Harry has become your lead singer and he has not been on time for any of your practices. He's always got some elaborate excuse explaining his tardiness. More often than not he demands multiple breaks to go out for a smoke "Helps the vocals ya know?" he laughs before leaving the room. Maeve is one hair off of kicking him straight out but you've unfortunately entered his name down for the UK competition... and Harry knows this. Both of your other members have tried to reason with him, without success so they've told you that it's your turn to try, and try you will.

There's one hour left and Harry is out on another smoking break you choose this time to go out and attempt to talk to him. You haven't had many one-on-one conversations with him since him joining you. You're still intimidated by his status, his popularity, his reputation, his looks...

After leaving your guitar behind, you head out to find him leaning against the brick wall of your school, his head is tipped up and cigarette hanging off his bottom lip. You take a deep breath before walking up to him, mentally preparing yourself for this conversation.

"Is it your turn to tell me about the importance of punctuality, darling?" his lips form into a smirk as he hears your thick heels crunch the gravel as you move towards him.

"I guess so, the other two didn't work" you shrug leaning on the wall next to him. "Why did you audition if you don't care?" you ask him in a hushed tone, still surprised you have to have a conversation like this with him.

You don't see it but Harry's body tenses. Guilt flows through his veins and he looks at you but you're looking at the ground.

"I do care" is what he answers.

"I'm sorry but I don't believe you" You shake your head and finally meet his gaze, "Are you late for any other extracurricular activity you're part of?" your tone is unbothered but Harry feels it sting him, as if you insulted him... maybe you did. He thinks about it and... well he's not. He prides himself on being a stellar member of everything he's a part of.

"Why don't you treat us like equals? We are all part of the same team here" you add with a tilt of your head actually curious for an answer.

"I... Look, our other two members treat me like I'm lower because of how I act and who I'm friends with" he plucks the cigarette out of his mouth and stomps it under his shoe. He runs his hands through his hair and sighs, "I've gathered that you're the reserved quiet type but not one of you has tried to get to know me, why should I make an effort when none of you want me here?" with how rapidly the words are leaving his mouth you know he's been holding all of this in. You're stunned to silence.

"I don't feel welcomed so I'm not making an effort anymore" he walks away from you and from the building, "I tried to mend the gap by inviting all three of you over to my mates party last week and none of you showed... my message was left on read in the group chat" he looks at you and you don't see any malice or anger just... sadness? Disappointed? You're not sure.

His confession pains your fragile heart. He was trying, he had tried and your bandmates and yourself had only damaged the already non-existent relationship.

"I've never been to a party, I'm not great in crowds" you try explaining, "I barely even make it through our gigs, I'm always the first to go home" Harry nods in understanding, grabbing another cigarette from the packet he has in his pocket and lights it.

"Still could have said something... I know Maeve and Riu hate me so I guess there's not much I can do about that" he shrugs as he takes a drag. He's trying to brush off the emotions he just let himself have in front of you.

"I should have, I'm sorry" you mumble your apology still shocked that you've managed to get this far.

It's quiet for a few minutes. Harry focused on finishing his cigarette, seemingly needing to ease the tension he felt.

"I'll be better about my tardiness," he says after a while. You nod, smiling slightly when he looks over at you.

"Let me know when your next party is, I'll try and go" you offer, a peace offering between you and him. He laughs and shakes his head.

"Sure, darling" he stomps his second cigarette out and walks back over to you "Won't invite those two losers tho" he smirks at you before walking back into the building. You roll your eyes with a laugh and follow him back inside.

Harry S

10 Pleasing Road, Tomorrow 9 pm

See you there?

You

What should I wear? Should I bring anything? How many people are going?

Harry S

Whatever you're comfortable in, nope just yourself ;) And about 20 people nothing crazy

You

Okay, see ya

Oh god. You have no idea what to wear and you can't possibly ask Maeve or Riu for advice they'd need to know what you're dressing up for. You've been procrastinating your outfit choice all day. Your makeup is done dark and mysterious just how you like, your hair is up and out of your neck predicting that it'll be too warm wherever you're going but you're only wearing underwear... a matching set sure but not an appropriate outfit for a public outing.

You look at the time on your phone and your breath hitches, you're already past your maximum departure time... you're going to be late. This is not good. You contemplate texting Harry and telling him you can't make it but you want to have a better relationship with him you want to make an effort.

You find a long dark red floral dress that you haven't worn in forever and decide that tonight it will stop gathering dust. There is a slight chill in the outside air so you grab the crochet bolero Riu made you for your birthday. It's black with a ladybug charm in the center of it, she lands perfectly in your cleavage. You rush out of your room and out of your shared flat with Maeve before she starts asking questions. You slipped on your go-to heeled boots before running out of the building.

The address Harry sent you is, surprisingly, only a 15-minute walk away from where you live. Keeping a rapid pace is all you're focused on so you can make it with as little delay as you can. Being late gets your anxious gears running like crazy, your internal and external clock always chanting "Early is on time, on time is late and late is unacceptable!". You can thank your mother for that one.

You make it to the one-story townhouse at 9:28, you hear music from the outside and a few cars parked in the driveway and on the sides of the roads.

You breathe in and out deeply as you make your way to the door, calming your heartbeat and yourself. This is your first uni party, the first party that isn't family or Maeve/Riu related. Your first big girl party. It's nerve-wracking but also a little exciting.

As you're about to knock you realize the door is already ajar, you don't overthink it and head inside.

Turns out Harry had been pretty spot on with the number of people at this gathering. Doing a quick scan of the living room, after going through the small entrance, most people are sitting down, drinking and smoking different things. Only a few people look your way but they go back to their original conversations quickly, unbothered by another presence. You spot a table filled with different liquor bottles and mixers and make a beeline for it. Before you start mixing a drink for yourself someone calls out your name.

"You made it!" you turn your head and spot Harry making his way towards you. He's all smiles and bright eyes, he's got a beer in his hand and a cigarette in the other.

"I did, sorry I'm late" you grimace thinking about it again.

"Pff, no one's on time at a party" he waves it off before taking a drag, he blows it out away from your face and looks down at the empty cup in your hand.

"Why isn't there a drink in your hand, darling?" he asks you in mock shock. You shrug and gesture to the table, "I don't know what to make"

He nods and asks for your go-to spirit. Once you tell him he starts making a mix, only using the one liquor, finishing it off with a scoop of ice and a straw.

"Voila!" he winks as he hands you the now full cup. You take a sip and hum appreciatively.

"This is really good thank you" you smile in gratitude. Any worries that have been clawing at you since the moment you accepted to come are slowly disappearing. Harry seems genuinely pleased that you've shown up and that makes the overwhelming feeling large crowds give you dissipate. You should be able to stay like this for a while now.

"You look really nice, darling, I love your style" he lifts himself onto a stool, carefully not to spill his drink or drop his cigarette.

You can feel heat crawl up your neck and onto your face, not used to getting compliments. It's not that you haven't dated or hooked up with people but it's not something that just happens. Flirting requires a lot of energy from you, you're quick to feel embarrassed and shut yourself out just to process it all. Not that you think Harry is flirting or trying to get with you, he's just a socialite who's not shy to say what he's thinking.

"Just threw on whatever" you shrug avoiding his gaze.

"I'm sure that's an understatement but nonetheless you look gorgeous" he winks as he takes one last long drag before putting out the cigarette in the ashtray next to him and then throwing it into a trash can.

He's quite captivating to watch; his eyes are dark, an attractive smirk is always present, and wavy hair moves around with him and his tattoos. God his tattoos! You knew he had loads just by having seen his arms but now his button-down is pretty much unbuttoned at this point. You see many more that you never knew existed and it's only making him more handsome. The butterfly on his sternum, the two swallows beneath his collarbones, the fern leaves peeking out of his jeans; a very dangerous and tempting combination. You'll let your imagination run wild later...

"Mh, so um what does one usually do at a party?" Ah yes, a very natural change in conversation! You go Y/N, you mentally mock yourself with a subtle shake of your head. Harry doesn't seem to mind the switch or notice your mental scolding because he answers truthfully.

"Depends what you're up to doing honestly, I know someone has weed somewhere so you can join the stoners..." you shake your head, not your vibe. "You can dance in the basement that's where the music is playing and people are grinding" You shrug at that option not completely opposed to it. "Or you could go in the yard and join one of the many drinking games happening" That is a good option for later in the evening.

"Take me dancing?" your voice is a little high pitched, not completely confident in yourself but you want to make the most of this. It's not every day you'll be doing this kind of thing.

Harry doesn't answer verbally but he does grab your hand and guides you. His grip isn't tight you could easily free yourself if you wanted to but you want to make it to the dance floor... and holding Harry's hand is quite pleasant.

As he had previously said, the dancing is happening in the basement. This is where you realize Harry is probably the worst counter you've ever met because in this room alone there are at least 30 more people. The space is huge and open; no walls just another makeshift bar, large speakers, some funky lighting and some overused-looking sofas.

Feeling brave you pull Harry towards the other people dancing, and he follows with no hesitation. The beat of the pop song is good and gets your hips moving quickly, you'll never admit it but cheesy pop music is your guilty pleasure. Harry quickly matches your moves, smiling as you dance together he almost looks surprised that you're doing this with him. When you realize you haven't let go of his hand you quickly spin away in a somewhat casual attempt to free yourself, not that the handholding was bad. You just don't want to make him uncomfortable or maybe get anyone he's into at this party to think he's unavailable. The thought of him leaving you right now does make your skin crawl but you focus on dancing back towards him to finish your super duper casual and unnoticed freeing.

"You're a natural, who knows under all that eyeliner and glitter you liked bubblegum pop" Harry jokes as you get close to him again. You laugh and shake your head.

"It's all a distraction, Styles, I'm good at distractions" You wave your hands in front of his face with a spooky witch tone of voice.

"I don't doubt that..." he grabs your hand again and pulls you close to him, careful not to spill either of your drinks.

You feel the heat of his palm travel all the way up your arm and down the other. He's now deliberately taken your hand twice. Twice in the same hour. Hell in the same 5 minutes! God, he's so intoxicating. Your friends would not approve of the thoughts you're having. Riu would scream bloody murder and Maeve... Maeve would never look at you in the eyes again.

You chug the remainder of your drink and toss your empty cup onto a nearby table, you mentally apologize to the person who will pick that up later. Harry follows your lead and places his now free hand on your waist pulling you even closer to him.

"What do you think of the party so far?" he leans into your space even more, softly asking his question right next to your ear. You hum first as you angle yourself towards his own ear to answer.

"Not as crazy as I've seen them in movies or TV shows... but I think I watch too much American television" You laugh at yourself but you quickly still when you feel Harry's lips touch your ear.

"What? You're missing some cheesy games and making out with strangers" he teases you, tightening his hand grip on your waist.

"Something like that yeah, ha" Your breath is quick and uncertain. Overthinking how you're even supposed to breathe normally because you know Harry hears and feels your every breath.

"Mh, let me satisfy your wishes then" he pulls back and winks. "Hey!", he exclaims, "Anyone wanna play truth or dare?" at his question many people cheer affirmatively and he drags you towards one of the couches where everyone else follows suit.

The couch you're now sitting on has obviously been occupied by many other butts and now your own but you try to get that thought out of your head.

"You go first Haz, you initiated" you hear someone with a thick accent say.

"Fine, fine... who wants to ask me?"Harry playfully rolls his eyes as he leans back, his arms splayed across the top of the couch.

"Truth or dare?" someone new calls out.

"Truth let's keep it tame for now" he answers the crowd. You hear some people whisper to each other, debating what question they should ask now that they have free will.

"Did you actually fuck Olivia Flores while she was dating your mate Niall?" a high-pitched voice calls out. Harry rolls his eyes and breathes out deeply.

This rumour had spread all over the school through all clicks and social groups. Olivia was the most beloved student you could think of. She loves speaking with anyone and everyone, she volunteers every other day, and she's never in a bad mood or at least never lets anyone see if she is. The only time that you've ever seen her smile gone was when the rumours started. When everyone was whispering about her cheating on her boyfriend with his best friend. Niall is basically the embodiment of a golden retriever and people took the news of him being cheated on very badly. She denied it endlessly and tried to get people back on her side because her friends ended up turning on her. Harry and Niall both denied the rumours but there was no stopping everyone else from saying what they wanted. Especially after their break up and her decision to switch schools...

"I've said it a million times before, no. Never. I never have and never will because I know how much they still care for each other" he clicks his tongue at the end, annoyed at the question.

Some questions still cross your mind but you decide that his answer is enough. You choose to believe all three of them in this, that their denial is truthful and that Niall and Olivia breaking up after had nothing to do with the rumours.

"Y/N, in honour of your request, truth of dare?" Harry brings your thoughts back to the present, where everyone is now looking at you... analyzing. These people don't know you so you let them watch you even if it makes your skin crawl.

"Dare" might as well go past your boundaries even more. You're getting to know a whole new you tonight, it's exciting.

"Kiss me" he murmurs close to your ear, having leaned into your space. You chuckle pushing him away playfully.

"Come on! Be serious this is my first party game!" you poke his chest with your nail and squint your eyes. He can't just tease you like that! Pfff.

"Serious? You don't think I'm serious" he tilts his head to the side. His expression is unreadable and it makes you question whether he's being a goof right now or if he really wants to kiss you. Why would he want to kiss you out of anyone here?

You roll your eyes and push his face away from you. He looks shocked for a moment before letting a breath out, it almost sounds disappointed... can air sound a certain way? You're definitely overthinking this.

"A real dare please!" you squint your eyes at him in a playful manner. He shakes his head at you with a crooked smile, he's bewildered but you don't know that. You don't know how much he yearns for you right now. How much you attract him or how much it means to him that you're trying. Really trying to know him and make him your friend.

"Fine, I'll settle for the cheek" he winks and points to his right cheek which is inches away from your face.

You assess his expression, he's smirking again obviously happy that his teasing is affecting you. Ever so slightly furrowing his brows in worry that you'll reject that too. So. In honour of your first-ever big girl party, you do it. You kiss his cheek and you play dirty a little bit. Pressing your lips right to the corner of his lips. Right where they merge into the skin of his face.

"There! Now who's next?" you exclaim excitedly turning back to the group of people. A girl you don't know raises her hand and you dare her to do a shot of her least favourite alcohol. She walks off in search of it and your head is turned back towards Harry by a gentle hold on your chin.

"You're such a tease, gorgeous" his voice is soft but rugged almost sounding bothered by something... by someone?

"How so?" your lips form a small smile as you take a sip of your beer, you're conveniently sat next to a cooler full of them.

"You're irresistible" he replies with dark eyes, the hand on your chin moves to your cheek. The tips of his fingers tangling in your hair almost scratching at your scalp.

You don't completely understand how he's saying that about you when he looks the way he does. His hair is falling gorgeously onto his face as he looks at you, his eyes are dark and inviting, lips parted and numerous tattoos still on display.

"What are you going to do about it?" Wow! You're feeling brave tonight good on you! It might be the drinks you've been working at starting to make the anxiety you previously had melt away. Making the nerves calm and the fear of embarrassing yourself much less important.

"What do you want me to do about it?" his lips brush your own as he whispers his answer. You hadn't realized how close you'd gotten to each other; your chest is pressed to his, thighs seemingly glued together at the side, hands holding onto whatever part that isn't yet connected...

Before you can answer and quite possibly take him up on his first dare, your phone rings in your lap. You jump in surprise but Harry's strong yet gentle hold on you doesn't waver, he keeps you close to him. You glance down at the screen and see that Riu is calling you, the terrible selfie he took for his contact picture staring back at you. He has the habit of "stalking" you and Maeve on the Snapchat map, he says it's to make sure you're all in your usual spots. And... well... right now you're definitely not in one of your usual spots.

"Are you going to answer?" Harry asks with a slightly annoyed tone. You look at him again breaking eye contact with Riu's picture. You shake your head and take a deep breath, encouraging yourself. Harry's eyebrow raises in confusion but before anything else can be said you surge forward. You connect your lips to his desperately, forgetting everything else around you.

Harry's hand, the one that was on your cheek, reaches to the back of your head and pulls you closer. Deepening the kiss more than you thought possible. His other hand wraps around your waist and pushes you forward making your chest completely stuck to his. Your hands busy themselves as well, your right one tangles into his curls and your left grabs onto his forearm almost in an attempt to brace yourself. His tongue meets yours making you moan in pleasure. Who knew making out with someone could feel so good?

Harry doesn't stop, not for one second, as if he'd been wishing to do this for a while. He has but you obviously don't know that. He's been interested since his audition, he had seen your band before but never interacted. He always thought you were gorgeous but never had a chance to see if there could be any chemistry between you both. And now? Lord.

Someone around you hollers and it snaps you out of the bubble that surrounds both of you. You jerk away from Harry putting as much distance between you as you're able to on the otherwise cramped sofa.

"You two better go off to somewhere more private before we all need to bleach our eyeballs" The person sitting next to Harry laughs as he nudges him on the arm, shaking both of your bodies against each other. Harry shakes his head and playfully punches the person but you stare at him shocked. Shocked that you were just fully making out with him, shocked that he wanted to make out with you... Shocked that you're kind of wishing it kept going.

When Harry's head turns back towards you, you can't help but meet his gaze. Your own eyes are wide and just now getting back to focus, they had gone hazy with want but you won't admit that to yourself just yet.

"Let me walk you home? I know you have an exam first thing in the morning tomorrow" He asks sincerely, wanting to make sure you don't miss any essential studying you might want to do.

"Um, sure, a party on Wednesday is weird..." You shake your head in thought now just realising that you had completely forgotten about the test.

"Makes hump day less humpy I guess" he shrugs with a teasing smile before standing and helping you up off the sofa.

The walk back to your flat is entertaining. You get to know your new bandmate even more, truly getting to know him as a person. You share about yourself as well not wanting the conversation to seem one-sided. Turns out drinking a little alcohol makes you chatty.

Somehow, your left hand has interlocked with Harry's right one. How and when this happened you're not sure all you know is that you've had a painfully obvious blush on your face and neck ever since. You don't attempt to break the hold because... well... you really don't want to.

"Well, this is me" You turn to face Harry as you speak. You gesture to your complex vaguely still wanting to talk with him.

"Mh, quaint," he says without even looking at the building.

"Guess this is goodnight then" Your lips form into a small pout, disappointed that you have no real excuse to stay around Harry anymore.

"Guess so... I'll see you at practice tomorrow?" his hand tugs you towards him gently, leaving only inches between you. You bite your lip and nod as an answer all words having vanished from your mind. He smirks and bends down to press his lips on yours one more time. This kiss is much different than the one you previously shared, this one is only a short peck barely even qualifies as a kiss. You instinctively follow when he parts from you desperate for a real kiss.

"What's wrong pretty?" he's teasing you and you know it.

"Kiss me properly... leave me regretting coming back home to study instead of staying at yours" There's a sentence you never imagined yourself saying. You're feeling like a completely new you. Maybe it's the liquor in your system but Harry stops the nerves and the overthinking that's always going on in your head. He feels like a breath of fresh air and that is so fucking hot.

Harry doesn't hesitate to reconnect your lips again for a real kiss. He bites and drags your bottom lip towards him you moan at the feeling, quickly wrapping your arms around him to deepen the contact. Your tongue meets his between your mouths, it's not a battle, feels like they've been waiting to reconnect since they parted ways at the party.

"You're so hot Y/N" Harry practically moans out before slamming his lips back against yours.

Kissing someone has truly never felt this good.

The exam you only spent about 45 minutes studying for ended up being a total breeze as it was open book. Your nerves had immediately vanished when you'd stepped into the auditorium and read that on the board. But now your nerves are back up as your final period is about to end. Band practice is after this. You'll have to face Harry in front of both of your other friends... who have no idea that you've made out with the new member... twice.

Harry hasn't stopped messaging you all day thanking you for giving him a chance again and asking if he could take you out after practice. You haven't answered yet, every time you try to write one up your fingers word vomit and you end up deleting your drafts. You want to say yes to him but you feel like you might be braver telling him face to face.

When you hear your professor announce that he's dismissing you early you practically jump out of your seat. This could be the perfect opportunity to go see Harry early. He's been done with class for about an hour now and is already at the auditorium waiting so you rush over. You don't take the time to put away your pencil case or your notebook, keeping them in your hands as you make your way.

"Hope you haven't been ghosting me, sweetheart" Harry calls out immediately as you walk into the auditorium. He's lying down on the edge of the stage, a leg hanging off the side with his phone in hand above his head. He doesn't turn to look at you but you can't blame him so you're quick to walk to him ready to explain yourself.

"I wasn't I swear! I just kept overthinking my answers... thought I'd have an easier time answering in person" you tell him as you put down your things on one of the seats.

"Understandable, things can be more complicated to convey through a screen" his answer lifts a weight off of your shoulders. You were so worried he wouldn't understand.

"So, I'm glad you gave me a chance to get to know you" you start, "I know we weren't very welcoming and I'm sorry" You tentatively place your hand on Harry's chest, between both of his pecks.

"It's okay gorgeous, I know it's cause you were just so intimidated by my hot bod" he lightens the mood with his joke and you're so grateful.

"Mh, sure" you tease him with a shake of your head.

He gasps in mock offence batting your hand away from his chest. You laugh at his antics,

already thinking up your next answer. Harry doesn't let the hand that was on him go far grabbing it and tugging you closer to him.

"As for your other texts... I'd really like to go out with you later tonight" Your voice turns very weak at the end of your sentence, shyness taking over. Harry chuckles and tugs you to him again.

"You're so cute, darling" he smiles softly, "I'm glad I didn't scare you off" his free hand reaches out and wraps around your neck to cup your nape. He pulls your face down to his kissing your lips, once, twice, thrice...

"Riu and Maeve are going to be so confused when I tell them" you chuckle. Your friends might actually faint when you tell them you're going on a date with the Harry Styles.

"Let's just let them walk in while we kiss, easy way to announce it," he says with a wink. You smile and bend back down to lock lips... addicted to the way he feels.

"Or, you could write a song about how good kissing me is" you joke as you whip your hair backwards in an attempt to joke. Harry, however, takes your suggestion seriously.

"I've already got five written in my head, six if you kiss me again right now" And who are you to deny helping his creative juices?

You do end up shocking Maeve and Riu with your "very inappropriate spit swapping" Maeve's words, not yours.

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