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A Few Little Love Affairs - also on A03

Mox is overwhelmed: he's the best man in Seth and Roman's wedding with a chaotic toddler. He's due to blow off some steam.

In honor of the anniversary of my first posted wrestling fic, here have a HangMox! It's an outtake from the Mamma Mia AU of something that happened with Mox when Wheeler was a tiny munchkin. It also fills my second to last bingo square, O2! Title from Lay All Your Love On Me by Abba, of course.

Mox is getting ready to check on Seth after a frantic text when he hears the patter of familiar feet running down the hallway of the little apartment he’s rented with Eddie since he was pregnant with Wheeler.

“Daddy, where’s Uncle Seffie?”

Mox turns to see Wheeler peering up at him, brown eyes giant and curious. Eddie, at the very least, got Wheeler out of his pajamas and into clothes presentable enough for the rehearsal dinner in an hour. “Oh, hey, Potato.” He picks Wheeler up and settles him on his hip. “What are you doing out here?”

“Uncle Eddie says he’s having a…” Wheeler pauses and frowns. Mox kisses him on the cheek. “Daddy, what’s a hissy fit?”

Mox rolls his eyes. “Don’t listen to anything Uncle Eddie says,” he tells Wheeler and kisses him on the nose. “And, uh. Well, everything Uncle Sethy does is a hissy fit, basically.”

“It’s being big mad?” Wheeler asks. He snuggles his face into Mox’s shoulder.

“Yeah, exactly,” Mox says, pulling Wheeler in close. He’s glad he’s been working arms lately – the kid is tall for a three year old. “It’s being big mad and extra annoying about it.”

Wheeler sighs, wiggling so Mox is forced to hold him in front of himself.

“Tater tot, I need to go take care of some stuff for Uncle Sethy before dinner,” he says. “You wanna come with or hang out with Eddie?”

“With you,” Wheeler says.

“Please take him with you,” Eddie yells. “I gotta get my ass in a shower.”

Wheeler swings himself to the side. “I go with Daddy,” he says firmly, sounding surprisingly confident for a child who is upside down.

“I can’t carry you like this,” Mox says, laughing. “You want up on my shoulders?”

“Yes, peas!”

“Please,” Mox says. “Add that l in there, kiddo. It’s part of your name.”

“Different l,” Wheeler says as Mox swings him around to sit on his shoulders. “Wheeler l stays, peas l not for Wheelers.”

“I – okay.” Mox chuckles. “Toddler logic is weird.”

“You’re weird.”

“I hate that Eddie taught you that response, but okay.”

They make their way to the elevator, Mox adjusting Wheeler so he doesn’t manage to hit his head on the elevator frame and Wheeler giggles as he points to Mox’s face in the metal reflection, putting his hands over Mox’s eyes and moving them.

“You playing peek-a-boo with yourself?” Mox asks.

“No, Daddy. I playing with you, duh.”

Mox frowns. “Saying ‘duh’ isn’t very nice, Wheels.”

Wheeler goes all big eyed and cute, then drops his head down and hugs Mox’s head, meeting his eyes in the reflection. “Sorry, Dad.”

Mox’s heart does a weird little twist – Wheeler’s called him Dad a few times, and every time it feels more grown up, more adult. “No problem, little man,” he says.

He swings Wheeler down for a moment as they walk through the elevator and toward the door. Wheeler starts playing the drums on his legs as Mox tries to get him into his seatbelt.

“Calm down, Tater,” Mox says. “I don’t want to pinch you.”

Wheeler pauses, his hands in the air. “Daddy, you’re killing my beat.”

Mox snorts. “Eddie teach you to say that?”

Wheeler shakes his head. “Uncle Seth.”

“Course he did.”

When they make their way to the venue, after ten minutes of Wheeler playing the drums to every song that pops up on the radio, and Wheeler decides he wants to be on Mox’s shoulders to walk into the venue. It’s a beautiful farm, with trees lining the area, a barn for the receptions, a small office building and a building that has to be for ceremonies.

“Your Daddy’s never getting married, Tater tot,” Mox says, patting Wheeler’s leg. “Too much work.”

“Okay,” Wheeler says, completing missing the conversation. “Look! Cows!”

When they walk into the barn and through to get to the outside part where the ceremony will be held, Seth is pacing frantically.

“Oh, thank – um.” He pauses, frowning. “Wheeler?”

“He wanted to come with,” Mox says. He reaches up and swings Wheeler down. “Apparently Eddie wasn’t able to keep him under control and take a shower at the same time.”

Wheeler takes that moment to swing upside down and grab Mox’s leg, biting.

“Ow!” Mox says. “Stop that!”

Wheeler giggles and swings back up like it’s nothing.

“You’re still biting, sweet potato?” Seth asks, poking Wheeler in the ribs until he giggles. “I thought you promised you’d stop.”

Wheeler presses his smile into Mox’s chest. “Wasn’t a real bite,” he mutters. “A funny bite! No teeth.”

“Felt like teeth,” Mox mutters. “Anyway. What do you need?”

Seth’s smile immediately drops. “Um.”

“Cold feet?” Mox asks, swinging Wheeler around to his back. “Your mom acting weird? Ro’s mom acting weird?”

“No,” Seth says, pacing. “Yes. I don’t know.” He looks up at Mox. “I should have eloped.”

“Yeah,” Mox says. Wheeler’s begun to climb around him like a little gymnast, and he’s doing his best to stay on his feet without wobbling. “But you want to show off how much you and Roman love each other, right?”

Seth nods. “I do.”

“And,” Mox says, grabbing Wheeler around the waist and holding him up so Seth can see his face, “if you eloped, this tiny maniac wouldn’t be your ring bearer.”

“That’s me!” Wheeler says.

Seth relaxes, beaming and reaching out for Wheeler, letting him snuggle into his shoulder. His hair’s done in a half up bun with the curls perfectly draped down his back, but the rest of him isn’t dressed yet for the rehearsal dinner, so Mox decides it’s safe to let Wheeler hang for a minute.

“You’ll help Uncle Seth if he needs it, right little man?” Seth says, kissing Wheeler’s temple.

“Yeah,” Wheeler says. “Snuggle time? Movie?”

Mox snorts. “Uncle Seth’s a little busy right now, baby.” Wheeler levels him with a giant pout. “Don’t give me that. I’m not saying no because I’m mean, I’m saying no because Seth’s gotta get ready for his special rehearsal dinner.”

Wheeler sighs. “Okay. I guess.” He slides down Seth and then stands on Mox’s feet, dropping his head against Mox’s thigh.

“Are all kids weird or is it just mine?” Mox mutters.

“Oh!” Seth says. “Speaking of weird, the owner of the venue wants you to meet the day of coordinator, Anna,” Seth says. “He’ll be here all night, obviously, but he wants you and Anna to meet before things get started to make sure you know who to talk to.”

Mox fights the urge to make a face. Wheeler grabs at his arm and crawls up his body, clinging to his back.

“Aw, don’t look like that, buddy.” Seth smacks him on the arm. “You and Adam can stay civil for my wedding, or I’ll kill both of you. Simple as that.”

Mox groans. “The fact that you decided to get married in our hometown, on his farm, will never stop being annoying.”

Seth walks Mox from the outdoor reception area to the small office building in the front.

“Hey, Seth, is everything –” Adam’s voice cuts off when he sees Mox. “Oh. Damn.”

“Hi!” Wheeler says, grinning. “I’m Wheeler.”

“Hey, little man,” Adam says, immediately warming. “Are you our ring bearer?”

Wheeler nods and scrambles down Mox’s body. He takes his little legs and walks over to Adam. “I’m Wheeler.”

Adam smiles. “You said that.” He kneels in front of Wheeler and looks up at Mox. “I didn’t know you had a kid.”

Mox shrugs. “You don’t know a lot.”

“You’re lucky your kid is here so I can’t say what I want to say.” He stands, and is about as shocked as Mox is when Wheeler takes his hand. “Rehearsal’s not until another hour. Everything okay?” He looks at Seth. “I didn’t know you were bringing more people here. I would have prepared.”

“I asked him here to help,” Seth says. “I was – nervous.”

“Oh!” Adam says. “Oh, certainly. You let me know what I can do to help.”

Thus begins the longest three hours of Mox’s life. He’s wrangling Wheeler. He’s wrangling Seth. He’s trying not to kill Adam Page, who seems to be giving him death glares at any opportunity. He’s running interference between Seth and his mother, who seems to be insistent on making the wedding her day.

By the time the rehearsal and the dinner is over, Mox is exhausted and Wheeler is whiny and tantruming in his arms.

“I’m sorry, guys,” he says to Roman and Seth. “But we really gotta get back to the house. Wheels is about to go nuclear.”

“This isn’t nuclear?” Seth asks.

“Nuclear is that time we went to the zoo and you dropped his ice cream,” Mox says. Wheeler is weeping into his shoulder. “Be lucky that he didn’t r-u-n off this time.”

Seth winces. “Okay. Fair.” He steps a little closer. “Want a hug?”

“No!” Wheeler yells, tiny fists rubbing at his eyes. Then he bursts into tears again, flailing backward so hard he almost flies out of Mox’s arms.

“And we’re nuclear,” Mox sighs. “Later, guys,” and he takes Wheeler back to the house in the car. Wheeler sobs the whole ten minute ride, incomprehensible but still insistent.

“Please help your nephew calm down,” Mox begs as Wheeler wails his fists on Mox shoulders and pleads for…something. Mox can’t even figure out what he’s asking for at this point.

Eddie stands. “Get over here, tiny man. Stop beating up your father.”

Wheeler stops crying and levels Eddie with a glare. Mox chuckles.

“No,” Wheeler says through a face full of tears, voice shaky. “Want cake.”

“That’s what you’ve been saying!” Mox says. “Oh, my god. Okay. Give me, like, two minutes.” Mox digs through his bags and pulls out the mini cake he’d carefully wrapped when Wheeler had said he didn’t want it at the dinner. “This one, Tater?”

Wheeler’s entire expression changes. “Cake?”

Mox nods. “If you want your cake, you can have it now. And then we’re going to bed.”

Wheeler takes the cake suspiciously, eyeing Mox until he takes a bite. “My cake,” he says.

“Correct,” Eddie says. “Mox, you go to bed. I’ll put the little hellion to bed.”

“Hell a bad word,” Wheeler says through a mouthful of cake. “That’s what Miss Kris says at school.”

Mox sighs. “Well, yes, but hellion means – whatever. Love you, little man.” Mox leans down and kisses Wheeler on the forehead and nose, like every night. “Goodnight. I love you this much.” He reaches his arms out as far and wide as he can.

Wheeler shoves the rest of the cake in his mouth. “I love you this much!” He reaches his arms out as far and wide as he can.

He dives in and hugs Mox, and Mox hugs back.

“Dad’s gotta shower, Potato,” Mox says, kissing the top of Wheeler’s head. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Mox moves through the next morning in a whirl, getting himself and Wheeler ready while Eddie throws whatever bits and bobs he’s forgotten at them.

“Did you check if he’s wearing socks?” Eddie asks, before Mox heads out the door. “Your kid smells like corn chips if you don’t shove socks on those feet.”

“You are such a douche about the kid you threatened to kill an aunt of mine over,” Mox muses. “Ah. Shit.”

“Bad word, Daddy,” Wheeler says, shaking his head. “No socks. Need socks.”

“Yeah, you do.” Before he can ask Eddie to grab some, he’s pelted in the head. “Thanks, dude.”

“Thanks, Uncle Eddie!”

Eddie comes over and kisses Wheeler all over the face while Mox gets socks and shoes back on tiny feet.

“Alright,” Mox says, pedaling Wheeler’s legs a little. “You ready, short stack?”

Wheeler nods. “Ready, Daddy.”

“I can’t believe you’re putting me on toddler duty for the whole wedding,” Eddie says, taking Wheeler and scooping him into his arms. “Feels unfair since I’m not technically his father.”

“Yeah, well, I’m on Seth duty,” Mox replies, checking his pockets and bags for everything he and Wheeler could possibly need. “I don’t know who’s bound to do more crying.”

They get to the venue around 1pm, but it already feels late. They have a good four hours before things get started, but there’s so much to do that it goes by in seconds. The venue has a small room set aside for the typical bride, but Seth and Roman had arranged it to be storage with a small cot-like thing for Wheeler to take a nap in at 2:00. Like always.

“Thanks for that, man,” Mox says, clapping Seth on the shoulder. He’s watching Wheeler sleep, bunny in his arms and thumb in his mouth. “I – I’m really…” He trails off, the words catching in his mouth. If he lets them out, then the tears will join them.

“Mox,” Seth says gently. “Hey.” He pulls him into a hug, cushy white groom’s robe feeling like a blanket. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Mox says. “Just – long day. The fact that you thought of my little guy in the midst of your own crazy.” He exhales slowly. “Never thought I’d have people like you to take care of me.”

Seth presses his forehead to Mox’s. “Always.”

It’s gone unsaid but known for years that Seth and Roman put off their wedding date, unofficial but discussed, when Mox found out he was pregnant with Wheeler nearly four years before. Mox never knew how to tell them how much it means that they were willing to share that day with him and his kid, let alone put it off to make it work for him.

“Always,” Mox says. “Alright. Don’t make me cry, you douche. I’m not supposed to do that until the actual wedding starts.”

With the human chaos machine napping in the quietest part of the venue, things are easier.

“Hey,” Mox says, running into Adam. “You got any extra blankets? Flower girl found out my kid’s napping and wants some rest time too.”

“Course I do,” Adam says, and he ducks into a little room and comes out with a pair of sleeping bags. “She a Power Puff Girls or Hot Wheels kind of gal?”

“Hot Wheels,” Mox decides, grabbing it. He stares. “This shit clean?”

Adam, to his credit, looks offended. “I wash them after every use. Obviously. What kind of business do you think I’m running here.”

“Just checking,” Mox says, stepping back with his free hand raised. “I don’t know what kind of shit goes down in here.”

Adam rolls his eyes. “And y’all think Seth’s downpayment was ten thousand for bad service?”

Mox trips over a box and falls flat on his ass. “Sorry, what?”

Adam comes over and hauls Mox up with arms that are unfairly strong. “I run a good venue, Moxley,” he says, and his hand is still in Mox’s. “I don’t come cheap.”

He – the fucker winks and walks away. “I gotta take care of some place setting fuck ups, but I’ll be around. Find me if you need…anything.”

Mox nods, and dazedly brings the sleeping bag to the flower girl’s mother.

They’re all getting ready – Wheeler’s hair is a disaster after a nap, always, but it’s even harder to get slicked down in the little way that Seth was hoping for all the wedding party with short hair to have – when someone calls, “Half an hour!”

“Fuck,” Mox grumbles. “Come here, Tater. We’ll see if Uncle Seth’s got some of that hair gel in his pocket or something.”

The floorboards, while beautiful, are in a farmhouse built in the late 1800’s, and he’s not used to the rough terrain. He trips on a rogue board and things start to move in slow motion as he plans how to turn to keep Wheeler safe. And then he feels somebody’s hand around his waist, pulling him back to standing before he and Wheeler can fall. Then the hand dips low enough to pull off a graze of his ass. Mox turns.

Adam Page is standing there, grinning. “Sorry, man,” he says, and god, he looks good in that fucking suit. “Couldn’t let the best man and ring bearer fall on their asses.

Mox licks his lips before he can stop himself. “Yeah. Uh. Thanks.”

“I heard you were having some issues with the hair,” Adam says, and he pulls something out of his pocket. “Hair spray. Can I try?”

“Uh.”

“I actually was asking Wheeler, first,” Adam says. Wheeler giggles as Adam zooms the canister around like an airplane. “Are you okay with me fixing your hair?”

“Yeah,” Wheeler says, nodding. “Daddy, yes?”

“Sure,” Mox says. He’s used to his kid being weirdly easy around people, but not going into their arms and letting them mess with his hair without a second thought. Adam works quickly and efficiently, and suddenly Wheeler’s hair looks exactly like the photo Seth sent.

“And back to your dad,” Adam says, shifting Wheeler back into Mox’s arms like he weighed nothing.

“Wow,” Mox says. “Looks great, dude.”

“Yeah, it’s almost like I’m in the wedding industry.” Adam winks, and brushes Mox’s ass again as he leaves behind him.

“Just trying to get by,” he singsongs as he leaves.

Mox wonders if he feels up all the customers, or only the ones who clearly like it.

It’s not the only time it happens.

Mox and Wheeler, when they’re getting ready to walk down the aisle before Roman and Seth make their way down together, are in the middle of a discussion about goldfish for god knows what reason, when Mox realizes the pillow with the fake ring on it is gone.

“Wheels,” he says carefully. “Where’s the – ”

He feels a hand graze his lower back, then from behind him comes the pillow.

“Thought you might be looking for this.”

Adam. Fucking. Page.

The ceremony goes well. Wheeler is cute as hell as he toddles next to Mox down the aisle and the vows are beautiful, but, to be fair, he misses a lot the first few hours. Wheeler’s demanding Mox take him around to meet all the people in the venue, and it’s wearing on him. By the start of the reception, he’s burnt out.

“Eddie,” he says, somewhere around 7:30, “I’m so tired.”

“You ready to call it a night?” He yawns, stretching.

Mox shakes his head. “Dadding,” he says. “Like, I would do anything to keep Wheels, but everybody else is fucking around and having fun and, well.” He looks down, where Wheeler had just barreled into his shins after the brief respite of him playing with the flower girl and her sisters as they danced to some pop song. “Hey, buddy!”

Wheeler yawns, huge, the frosting stain on his tiny suit jacket almost hidden when he reaches his arms up into the air. “Home, Dad.” He slams his head into Mox’s thighs. “Book.”

“What if I take him?” Eddie asks. “Uncle Eddie and Potato Head time, yeah?”

“Really?” Mox asks. “You – that’s cool?”

“Mox, you haven’t had a night to fu-mess around since one of the nights this little monster popped into our life.” He kneels down and swings Wheeler on his back. “I’ll take your car and you can take mine back.”

“You sure?” Mox asks. He feels guilty, somehow.

“Have fun,” Eddie says, clapping Mox on the shoulder. “Spend time with your friends. Wheels and I will be there when you get home.”

It’s an internal fight, briefly, but then Mox nods. “Yeah. Yeah, Wheels, buddy, you’re gonna head out with Uncle Eddie, okay?”

“Eddie Day!” Wheeler says. He throws himself down to Mox, who curses himself a little bit for how much wrestling and daredevil genes must be in this tiny lunatic of a child. Mox kisses his forehead and nose.

“Love you, little man,” he says, grinning as Wheeler pulls back.

“Love you, Daddy!”

Mox puts his keys into Eddie’s hand and then Eddie’s into his pocket. “Love you, man.”

“Yeah, stop being sappy.” Eddie yanks him in and kisses his forehead. “Love you, too.”

He relaxes, finally, for the first time in nearly four years. He has a lingering cloud of worrying about Wheeler, but that’s par for the course these days.

Things, shift, just a little, when he catches Adam on the phone, looking frustrated, right as the music cue gets messed up. Mox knows for damned sure he was supposed to tell the DJ to shift to Seth’s high school throwbacks at 9:30, but he’s definitely hearing Pour Some Sugar On Me. He goes to speak to the DJ himself, then stalks over to Adam.

“Why are you on the phone during the wedding?” Mox asks over the music. “Aren’t you supposed to be making sure the DJ hits his cues or something?”

“I’m – don’t worry about it,” Adam yells back at him. “It’s fine.”

They’ve been dancing around each other all night, sometimes quite literally, but Mox had always had a toddler at his ankles. He needs to know what the hell this guy is doing – Mox knows he’s with Matt Jackson, has been since they were all in high school together. And if Adam Page is a cheater, Mox is going to tattle.

“Like hell it is,” Mox says. “Was that your boyfriend?”

Adam frowns. “What?”

Mox rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”

“I need to go take care of – something,” Adam says, frown deepening. He walks past, but, rather blatantly, he touches Mox’s waist, just a little bit, as he passes.

“Oh, hell no.” Mox grabs Adam by the lapels of his stupid navy blue suit and throws him into the first room. It’s the kitchen, but it’s empty.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Adam asks, spinning on Mox as he glares.

“What was that?” Mox hisses.

“I – what was what?” Adam asks. But he’s pink in the cheeks. Mox knows he knows what he did.

“You grabbed me around the waist,” Mox says. He walks Adam backward so Adam’s backed against the countertop, so he’s got a leg between Adam’s. “The fuck was that about?”

Adam’s eyes flicker down to Mox’s lips, for just a moment. “Get out.”

“Oh,” Mox says, stepping back. “Oh, I get it. This a thing you do? Cheat on your little boyfriend with groomsmen?”

“We broke up,” Adam says. Mox freezes. “Yeah, hope that feels good. Matt and I haven’t been together for a few months.” He glares at Mox, fire in his eyes. “I was texting his brother to make sure Matt wasn’t off getting himself killed while he fucks his way through half the country.”

Mox pauses. “Fuck.”

“Yeah,” Adam says. “I – sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you.”

Mox is notorious for impulsive decisions. One of his favorite runs of impulsive decisions gave him his son, which is, quite possibly, the best part of his life.

“Why?”

Adam tilts his head to the side, reminding Mox of the golden retriever puppy at the petting zoo he took Wheeler to for his birthday. “Why what?”

“Why are you sorry you touched me?” Mox slides his hands on Adam’s waist, grins at the way Adam’s breathing hitches. “You wanna blow off some steam?”

Adam licks his lips then looks up to meet Mox’s eyes. “Fuck it.” He leans in and crushes his lips to Mox’s, tongue insistent, and Mox grins.

“Knew it,” Mox says. “You handsy little shit. Bet you wish you’d done this back on Debate team.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Adam growls. He presses his lips back, shoving down the sleeves of Mox’s dress shirt. He pauses to grip at Mox’s biceps. “I fucking hate how big your arms are. Fuck you.”

“Yeah?” Mox says. He flexes and Adam rolls his eyes. “Bulked up since high school.”

“I can see that,” Adam says, and he reaches behind to get two handfuls of Mox’s ass. “Like it. Looks good on you.” He leans in and bites at Mox’s neck.

“Course you’re a fucking biter,” Mox snipes. “Jesus.” He shoves at the front of Adam’s jacket, debating ripping it open, but he figures that would be a bit obvious to everybody at the party.

“You can unbutton it,” Adam says.

“Yeah,” Mox says. He works as quickly as his excited and shaky hands can move. He hadn’t hooked up with anybody since – well, since Bryan. After that it was all too complicated.

This, though, as he reaches down to grab Adam’s cock through his dress pants. This feels perfectly simple.

Adam chuckles, shoving Mox against the counter again and gets a leg between Mox’s.

“Uh,” Mox says. “About that. I mean, in case you forgot.”

“That your trans?” Adam asks. “No, I know that. That’s no, like, issue.”

“Rad,” Mox says. “You ever eaten pussy before?” He grins. “I know you’ve been gay since day one.”

“No,” Adam chuckles, “but there’s a first time for everything, right?” He winks.

“Prick,” Mox says, grinning. Adam unbuttons his dress pants with the expertise of a man often donning formal clothing.

“Actually,” Adam says, mouthing along the waistband of Mox’s boxers. “I’ve never fucked anybody but Matt.”

“First time for everything,” Mox echoes, but he quickly loses the ability to speak when Adam drops to his knees and pulls his boxers down.

“What do you like?” Adam asks, looking up at him from the floor. Mox has to force himself to breathe to keep from losing his balance.

“Anything that won’t get me pregnant,” he jokes. “But, uh. Go nuts, newbie. I’ll tell you when you’re fucking up.”

Adam rolls his eyes. “You issuing a challenge or something?”

Mox shrugs. “You could call it that.”

Enthusiastic, is Mox’s word for it. Adam’s inexperience is obvious, but he’s clearly willing to learn. His tongue does most of the work, circling and sucking Mox’s clit with impressive speed. Probably from the fact that the dude never shuts up, he’d guess.

“You can add fingers, you know,” Mox says, gripping the counter with white knuckles. “Like – in – god damn, exactly.”

Adam pulls away for a second with a self-satisfied grin. “The fingers part I’m pretty good at.”

It takes longer than it has in the past, probably because Mox’s experiences lately have been with more mechanical dates, but he feels it building in his belly soon enough.

“Jesus,” Mox mumbles, rolling his hips a little against Adam’s face. “I – okay, it’s different than with dicks, because if you stop doing that I won’t – shit, fuck.”

It slams into him, insistent and stark white and so fucking good it’s almost annoying. He has to shove at Adam with his knee to get him to stop, because he’s oversensitive as fuck and Adam doesn’t seem to know when to quit.

“Good?” Adam asks. He grabs at a clean towel hanging on one of the stoves and wipes his face. “Seemed like it was.”

“Yeah,” Mox says. “Gimme a sec I – it’s been a while and I forgot…” He trails off. “Look, I’m gonna blow you. I just need a second.”

“Hell yeah,” Adam says. He leans back on the stove and yelps. “Fuck! How long’s that been on?” He shakes out his hand.

Mox grabs his hand and sucks a finger into his mouth. He can taste himself on Adam’s fingers, and he drops to his knees before a second thought.

“Before you act like a bitch about anything,” he says, hands undoing Adam’s pants, “it’s been, like, four years since I’ve sucked a dick, so cut me some slack.”

Adam laughs and looks down at him with burning eyes. “It’s been months for me, dude. It’ll be hard to get me to complain.”

Mox snickers. “Yeah. Looks pretty hard to me.”

Sucking a dick, Mox discovers, is like riding a bike. If the bike was built like a brick shithouse and had fingers that grabbed at his jaw and a slightly southern twang from a childhood in Virginia that spews enough filth that Mox feels himself getting wet again.

“Fuckin’ hell, knew that mouth was better for more than just arguing,” Adam grunts. “Should’a done this earlier. Maybe would’a stopped being such assholes to each other.”

Mox looks up at Adam and pulls off his dick enough to flip him off and say, “Nah, pretty sure I’d still think you’re a dick.” And he sinks his mouth back around Adam’s cock and sucks, paying attention to the head.

He likes blow jobs. He’d forgotten he likes this part of it, drawing words and swears out of his partner until they’ve lost the ability to do much but moan.

“Dude,” Adam says, patting at Mox’s neck. “I’m gonna – ”

Mox pulls off. “What, you think you’re gonna come on my face or something? We’re at a wedding, dude. Come in my mouth. God. Have some class.”

Adam laughs when Mox takes him back into his mouth and comes with a shudder that Mox can feel in Adam’s thighs where his fingertips have dug in. To get him back he keeps sucking at Adam’s cock, a little longer than he might if he were being nice, until Adam gets him by the scruff of the neck and pulls him off.

“Wait,” Adam says, panting. Mox is still on his knees.

“You already regretting it?”

“No!” Adam yells. “Just – I think I can do better.” He pulls his pants back up and turns them, shoving Mox against the counter. “We’re even. I can out fuck you.”

“What? How is that you out fucking me?”

Adam grins. “Sit on the counter. I’m getting you off at least one more time so you don’t rank me last on your list of one night stands.”

Mox wouldn’t have said it, but that is where Adam stands right now. Probably, if he ranks it, Bryan, then Regal, then Chuck, Suzuki because he left that giant bite mark on his arm, and then Adam. “Alright. Go for it.”

The enthusiasm, he notes, is key. He’s never fucked anybody bored about it, per se, but he’s fucked people hesitant and people who relied more on their dick than other parts, people so focused on getting in him that he got himself off.

Adam, though. He must have learned how to hold his breath in the past, because there’s no coming up for air. The first time he was hesitant, almost cute about it, but this time he’s insistent and greedy. He slides two fingers into Mox and pumps them with the pace his mouth and lips work, like he’s determined to draw an orgasm from Mox if it kills him.

“Fucking Christ,” Mox pants, gripping the first thing he can grab. His best guess is the water faucet. “Where was this energy last time?”

Adam responds by his mouth moving faster, stronger, and then it hits. Before Mox can do anything, he’s shouting and clenching around Adam’s fingers, bucking against Adam’s face.

“Holy shit,” he says, shivering as he notices Adam’s beard wet and shining. “That was different than the other – holy shit.”

Adam grins. “I ain’t done yet, Moxley.”

He loses count. Mox loses fucking count how many times Adam makes him come, his mouth and hand working together so effectively that Mox is straight up shaking at one point.

“Okay, I’m tapping,” Mox pants, slamming his hand on the counter. “I – nope. I can’t do anymore.”

“Shit,” Adam says, laughing. “Alright, if you’re telling me enough.”

Mox nods. “I literally don’t think I can come anymore,” he gasps. “I think I’m all fucked out.”

“Good.” Adam washes his hands casually. “Messier than with dicks, but more fun, I think.”

Mox laughs. “Yeah?” He exhales and hops off the counter, pulling his boxers and pants back up. They’ll have to bleach the area. “You had a fuckin’ blast, man. Different than the first round.”

With a paper towel he wipes up his beard. He grins as he continues wiping his mouth. “What can I say? I have a steep learning curve. And I like men with pretty eyes and bitchy attitudes.”

“I’m not bitchy,” Mox says, folding his arms across his chest. “Also, fuck you for saying that right after you gave me, like, a thousand orgasms in a row so you know I don’t have a good comeback.”

Adam licks his lips. “There’s a come jokes I could make, but I think we’ve exhausted that line of thought.” He winks. “And you were bitchy. You yelled at me a couple hours ago because the tables were a few inches in the wrong direction.”

“That was on behalf of the groom,” Mox says.

“You still said it like a bitch.”

Mox rolls his eyes as he grabs a paper towel and soap and wipes down the counter. “Well, the groom’s a bitch, so I earned it. Also, you weren’t this confident in high school. Or this…in charge. What happened to you?”

Adam scoffs as he goes to the fridge and pulls out a pitcher of water. Mox takes another towel and dries the counter. “Fuck. Matt Jackson happened to me.” Mox watches as Adam chugs. It should be weird that Adam can look sexy drinking water, but here Mox is. “Was gonna propose to him, you know? Was thinking of making his hotel and my barn a thing, but no.” He shakes his head, a grim little smile on his lips.

“I figured something was wrong in paradise,” Mox says, hopping back up onto the counter. He takes a glass offered by Adam and drinks. “This like senior year?”

Adam rolls his eyes. “No, he hasn’t been that dramatic.” He takes another sip and leans against the stove, avoiding the burner knobs this time. “He’s scared he doesn’t have an identity outside our relationship.” Adam shrugs and meets Mox’s eyes. “I’ve told him if he needs to figure himself out to go and do it, but I’m gonna do the same.” He raises the glass to Mox and sips.

“Oh, that’s what this was?” Mox asks, grinning. “You catch up with one of your high school rivals, fuck him, and use that to decide if you and pretty boy are meant to be?”

“Or I’ve thought you were hot since we were fifteen and you cut your hair and started with that ‘fuck everybody’ attitude,” Adam says.

Mox blinks. “You’re that gay that you could tell I was a dude before I even came out?”

Adam shrugs. “Had a minor sexuality crisis before you told everybody you’re a guy, which John and Alex had to help me out with, but yeah. Once you came out, it made sense. I think I knew…” He offers a smile. “You know?”

“We queers find each other, don’t we,” Mox chuckles, kicking his ankles against the cabinets.

“Yeah, and then you tackled me in gym class later that year because you were mad I beat you at that practice debate and knocked me out.” Adam flicks water in Mox’s face. “If it wasn’t for that, I don’t think Matt would have asked me out.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “So, really, it’s your fault we got together in the first place.”

Mox sits in that for a minute. “Yeah,” he says. “Maybe I can be the reason you two idiots finally suck it up and get married.”

“Hope so,” Adam says quietly. “You’re weirdly chill about this being a one time thing, by the way.”

Mox shrugs. “I’ve had more than one one night stand in my life. At least this one won’t give me a kid.”

Adam laughs, and he’s really pretty when he does. “Yeah. Your kid’s cute, by the way. He at home?"

Mox nods. “I had Eddie pick him up. He was starting to get tired and when he gets tired he gets a little screamy.”

He doesn’t know how much time passes while they catch up. They were never friends in high school – being rivals for the best on the debate team will keep that from happening – but they tolerated each other, and, as adults, Mox is realizing they don’t hate each other as much as he thought they would.

“Shit,” Adam says, pulling out his phone. “That’s the 15 minute alarm.” He nods to the door. “I gotta go let Seth and Roman know they need to start winding down.” He frowns. “I left everybody out there with Anna. Fuck.”

Mox chuckles. “Yeah, she’s a personality. She told Seth’s mom to go fuck herself when she tried to change the ceremony chair arrangements.” Mox sighs. “I think I’m a little in love with her, actually. She single?”

“Yeah, but she’s only into women.” Adam makes his way to the door. “You should see the way she hits on bridesmaids.”

Mox is slammed with some chaotic pop song he’s heard a thousand times but still doesn’t know the name of, and looks around for Seth and Roman.

“They’re over there,” he says, and he points with a hand on Adam’s waist.

“Smooth,” Adam laughs in his face. “Thanks, though.”

Mox watches Adam walk away, eyes locked on his ass in the excessively well-tailored suit pants, and goes to the bar to get a Coke. He sips slowly.

“Hey,” says Anna, coming over to him. “Where have you been?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re the best man, right?” She plants her hands on her hips. “You were supposed to give me an assist with the shitty family members. Seth’s mom started getting bitchy and I couldn’t find Adam, so I went looking for –” She cuts off, eyes narrowing. “Oh, you absolutely didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?” Mox asks, trying to feign ignorance. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you dare hurt him,” Anna says, waggling a finger in his face. “You hear me? He’s a nice man who deserves kindness. Don’t be a douchebag.”

Mox holds his hands up in front of him. “Jesus, you’re scary. I promise, I’ll let him take the lead.” He smiles at her. “Also, please don’t tell anyone.”

She sighs. “Deal. If you fuck with him, though, I will tell everyone.” She whips out her phone. “Remember I have the email of everyone in this building.”

Mox exhales slowly. She’s his type of woman, but alas. Plus, he’d already gotten laid twice that night, sort of, and doesn’t think he could handle it even if the option were on the table. It’d been since before Wheeler was born than he’d gotten any action at all, and he’s starting to feel the good kind of sore about it.

“I know,” he says. “We’re good.”

He’s in the middle of a conversation with Becky, Seth’s maid of honor, when the grooms stomp over to him. Well, Seth stomps. Roman casually strides.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Seth hisses.

“Did something go wrong?” Mox asks, looking around. “What happened?”

“Roman started dancing,” Seth whines. “Becky told him to go out there and shake his ass and he did.”

Mox shrugs. “It’s his wedding, too. He can dance if he wants to. He can leave his –”

Seth rolls his eyes. “I hate how often you quote that song. God. Fine.”

Mox dances with his friends as the final songs of the night play. Songs from his and Seth’s high school years, from the past year, and ending with the song that he and Seth screamed at the barricade when they saw the band live together, on the evening of Mox’s 22nd birthday.

He’d had no idea what that year would bring him. He’d had no idea that that year would give him the best gift of his life.

Missing Wheeler isn’t something he’s unfamiliar with, but it’s more intense right now than it’s been for a while.

When the lights turn on, he runs at Seth and Roman and grabs them in a hug.

“Holy shit,” he laughs. He steps back. “You two are married.”

Seth beams, wiggling his hand. The engagement and wedding rings gleam. “Hell yeah we are.”

“Someone has forgotten they got into a screaming fight with their mother six hours ago.”

Seth shrugs and smiles and Roman pulls him in and kisses his forehead. “And? It’s my wedding. I can bitch if I want to or however the song goes.”

Mox snorts. “Alright, send me on best man duties. What do I gotta do?”

“You,” Roman says, resting a big hand on Mox’s shoulder, “have done more than enough. Go home and hang with your little dude.” His smile quirks. “Maybe on your wedding day we’ll take him home for you.”

Mox scoffs. “I’m never getting married.”

“Sure you won’t,” Seth says. “Go home. We’ll take it from here.”

Mox steps outside where it’s quieter, out the back door where the other guests couldn’t go, and breathes. The chilly fall air mists around him.

“Hey.”

He turns to see Adam Page at the door to what must be the kitchen. “Hey.”

Adam smiles a little. “Live well, man, okay?” He sighs. “And make it easy.” He rolls his phone in his hand. “You deserve some easy.”

Mox’s first impulse is to shoot back that Adam was easy enough for him, but he settles. “Thanks, man. I hope you and Matt figure out what you need from each other.”

Adam nods.

Mox gets into the car, and thinks he may keep this one to himself.

“Potato!”

“Shh!” Eddie hisses, hand on Wheeler’s back. “Wheels is asleep. Don’t wake him up.”

“Gonna,” Mox says. “Hey, baby.”

Wheeler blinks his eyes open. “Daddy?” he murmurs. “Daddy hi!”

Mox picks him up and holds him close as Wheeler wraps skinny little arms around his neck and immediately begins snoring again.

“See?” Mox says in a hushed tone to Eddie. “He always falls back asleep once he sees me.”

“That says you’ve ever been away from him for more than a couple’a hours,” Eddie says, but he pats the couch next to him. “Come on. Let’s watch the game.”

They keep the volume low, just in case Wheeler’s snuggled up sleep is more fragile than Mox knows it is, until Eddie shuffles.

“Thirsty,” he says. “Gonna grab a Coke. Want anything?”

“Water,” Mox says.

Eddie pats his thigh, then pauses. “Mox,” he says. “Mox, did you fuck somebody tonight?”

“What?” Mox is frozen. “What? No. Wait, screw denial. How the fuck did you figure that out?”

“Your pockets are all crumpled inside your pants,” Eddie says. “Only way you’d let that happen is if you’d had to pull ‘em up quick.” He stares at Mox. “Who was it?”

“Oh, my god. Leave me alone, Mom.”

“I ain’t your mother,” Eddie says. “I’m much worse. Who’d you fuck?”

“Nobody!” Mox hisses. “And would you please stop saying fuck when my son is literally right here?”

“He’s heard worse,” Eddie says, rolling his eyes. “He’s your kid. Who was it?”

Mox groans and drops his head back against the couch. “Eddie…”

“Did you use protection?” Eddie asks. “Because T ain’t birth control and you know that.”

“Fuckin’ Christ, Eddie,” Mox mutters. “Hold on. If you’re gonna force me to have this conversation, I’m putting Wheeler to bed.”

Wheels wiggles and fusses a little as he’s lowered into his little toddler bed, but he settles when Mox puts his favorite stuffed bunny in his arms. Mox watches for a minute and sees Wheeler’s whole life flash before his eyes, landing on this perfect moment.

“Every mistake,” Mox murmurs, “brought me you, Tater Tot. I’d do it all again.”

Before he can reminisce further, though, there’s a hand on the collar of his suit jacket and he’s being yanked backwards.

“Jesus fucking – Eddie!” Mox says, barely catching himself before he fell over. “Let me have a moment with my kid!”

“Do I need to go get you plan B?” Eddie says. He’s running his hand over his head, eyes panicked. “Fuck, how’s that even work with T? Is that gonna with your top surgery? I gotta do some research –”

“Eddie,” Mox says, putting his hands on Eddie’s shoulder. “We didn’t – he went down on me and I blew him. I don’t think it’s possible for me to get pregnant.” He fights a smile. “I mean, unless coming in my mouth’ll knock me up.”

Eddie slaps him away, looking disgusted. “Jesus Christ, Moxie. I asked if you were gonna need medication, not if you were gonna need a tooth brush.” He frowns. “You’re disgusting.”

“Yeah, and you still love me.”

Eddie sighs and scrubs his hands over his face. “Yeah. Why the fuck do I do that, by the way?”

Mox shrugs and pulls off his shirt, making his way to the bedroom he shares with Wheeler, chucking the shirt in the laundry. “Because you know, deep down, we’re platonic soulmates.”

“Oh, go fuck yourself.” But Eddie smiles at him, and Mox feels warm. He curls up in bed, reaching out a hand to rest on Wheeler’s leg, and falls asleep with a smile.

#HangMox #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley #anxious millennial dreamboat #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #Mamma Mia AU #Look at me posting a HangMox - I miss these two idiots

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lena-rambles · 1 year ago

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Salut! So asking (💤 SLEEPING) for Aurore for the ask game is a little too on the nose, but I really want to know XD. Also (🎵 MUSIC NOTE) for her and for pippa (and for Erin if you're up to it) because I love asks about music and I know you have impeccable taste in music ^^

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

fair question for aurore lol

i would think that aurore has never had any trouble falling asleep due to the curse. it hasn't yet taken effect, but it still lingers in her, waiting until the right time. there are trace influences of it that worry her parents; this is one such example.

she doesn't need anything, really, to help her fall asleep. that being said, she enjoys and is comforted by her thick heavy blankets and sheer bed canopy. it makes her feel protected and safe.

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

ooh yes!! thank you for this question!! glad you enjoy my taste in music :) i don't have a fantastic handle on aurore and pippa yet but i will do my best

i've spent the last couple days listening to my liked songs on spotify and adding entire albums to x's playlist. it's honestly been a great way to understand them in a different way.

btw even though their canon is in the fantasy limbo era, this question is all assuming they're in modern times

aurore —

aurore mostly enjoys either light whimsical songs or bright pop songs.

her playlist, ironically, has some disney songs, especially i see the light, for the first time in forever, and love is an open door. there's also indila's mini world album in her playlist. her favourite artists include cosmo sheldrake, the oh hellos, taylor swift, abba, and louane — i'd love to put more french artists but i don't know a lot 😥

a song that i associate with her is once upon a dream, which should surprise absolutely no one. it's where i got this entire series idea, the soulmate trope for aurore and pippa, and it's a sleeping beauty song. there are two versions specifically that i listen to: lana del rey's cover and tchaikovsky's original sleeping beauty orchestra piece.

pippa —

i feel like pippa's favourite artists are hozier, brandi carlile, maren morris, and zaz. they love anything with a beautiful voice and lyrics — a homage to how prince phillip was immediately drawn by aurora's voice in the disney movie. their music taste is also in more grounded? songs than aurore likes? i.e. cosmo sheldrake's music is quite whimsical and aurore loves it but pippa prefers hozier's solid style. if that makes sense.

some songs on their playlist are any jeremy zucker and chelsea cutler collabs, hozier's in a week, and pentatonix's say something.

the song i associate with them is etta james' at last:

at last my love has come along my lonely days are over and life is like a song

on a completely unrelated note, pippa totally read the ranger's apprentive over and over when they were younger. it's their comfort series well into new adulthood too.

erin —

erin's playlist has some softer/lighter music, like clairo and harry styles. lifehouse's entire no name face album is on there, too — both her taste and it's what her father listened to when she was younger. taylor swift's lover album is also on there because taylor has a flavour of music for everyone lol

a song i associate with her is i saw you in a dream by the japanese house — the version with the lowercase title — because i added it to my wip playlist immediately after hearing it for the first time. so i've always associated it with her, even if it doesn't completely match up anymore.

EDIT lol i forgot she canonically has a favourite song: woodland dance by radomir kafka. i wouldn't try to find it though; kafka is from one of vallera's neighboring countries and the song doesn't actually exist. though i imagine it with similar vibes to danse macabre or antonín dvořák's no. 2 dumka.

thanks for the questions! it took me,,, a while,,, to answer but i really enjoyed them :D

#my french playlist is 50% rap #25% pop #and 25% not quite what aurore would listen to #writing games!#emoji ask game #wip. once upon a cursèd dream #ch. aurore #ch. pippa #wip. long live the queen #ch. erin #music!!

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edge-of-17-seas-of-rhye · 2 years ago

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news of the world is great too, god they just have so many albums of back to back really good songs haha

i've actually just been getting into ELO!!!! i knew quite a lot of the hits but i finally got round to listening to out of the blue, i can really see how there would be a crossover of ELO and queen fans hahaha. i feel like they're one of those bands where their best known song is like, good but not their *best*. because i know they're both well known but livin' thing goes harder than mr blue sky 👀

oh my god you have TASTE!! i keep meaning to get into Duran Duran more as well (because john taylor is a beautiful man..) and i adore ABBA, what's your favourite of theirs?

post about the hair bands!! what hair bands are you into?!!

for me my allllll time favourite band is Thin Lizzy and some of the members' solo stuff and other projects, I really love The Kinks, love a-ha, i'm kind of the same in that my taste is a bit all over the place and from so many decades hahaha

not to change the subject after this essay of an anon but it *IS* secret santa and i've been putting up my first christmas decorations so i have to ask, do you have a favourite christmas song?

-🤘🎅

Out of The Blue is an excellent album! So many good songs!

And yes you're so right about John he is gorgeous, the whole band honestly has charm, they're all pretty cute in their own ways 💖 I mean seriously?!

I'm still listening through their catalog, but definitely listen to their first two albums, Duran Duran (their self titled) and Rio, they're both fantastic!

As far as ABBA goes I'd say Knowing Me, Knowing You is probably one of my absolute favorites. The guitar between the chorus is just *chef's kiss*

I think your the first person I've met on here to mention Thin Lizzy as a favorite! I've not checked them out too too much, but I do like the song Romeo And The Lonely Girl.

Anyways... Hair bands! Yes! I'm pretty partial to Motley Crue because of my mom, that was one of her favorite bands growing up. Idk if KISS counts but I like a good selection of their hits, a little sprinkling of Def Leppard, Cinderella (a pretty underrated band), Skid Row (I know a couple of these aren't technically hair metal, but they get lumped together a lot)

A-ha is on my list to check out! What songs/albums would you recommend?

As far as Christmas songs Idk if I have a favorite, but I lean towards the oldies, like crooner music lol. I really like Nat King Cole, Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin's Christmas stuff. How about you?

#SRS22

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sofhyuck · 6 years ago

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Lay All Your Love On Me

Genre: rich kid!Jisung, friends to lovers, fluff, self discovery (?)

Word Count: 9k

Excerpt: Jisung glanced at you apprehensively before huffing out a sigh and returning his attention to the night sky. Stars littered the sky, battling the bright city lights in order to be seen. The headlights of cars travelling below you held your focus, eyes flitting between the blurring colors. Jisung, however, couldn’t get your conversation out of his head. Out of the years you had known each other you had always bent over backwards to help him and your friends. Whenever they attempted to reach out a helping hand, however, you always swatted it away without batting an eye. He wanted to be your rock as much as you were his, but you made it nearly impossible to do so.

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A/N: first skz au, this one’s for you @jisung-enthusiast

The scent of your perfume tickled Jisung’s nose, filling his lungs with every inhale and clouding his mind with thoughts of you. He laid sprawled out on your bed, eyes closed as he clutched one of your stuffed animals close to his chest. Like everything else in the room, it smelled like you. He burrowed his nose into the head of the bear as he waited for you to finish getting ready. The smell intoxicated him, so much so that he nearly missed you calling out to him.

“Ya! Han Jisung! Pay attention to me!”

Jisung sat up straight, clutching your bear closer to his chest. “Sorry, were you saying something?” He teased, swinging his legs over the side of your bed.

“You’re annoying, you know that? Now come over here and help me with my hair.”

Quickly, he flung the bear back onto your bed as he moved to stand behind you.

“If I’m so annoying then why do you want me to do your hair, hmm?”

“You know you’re the best at it.” You whined, pouting at him through your vanity mirror. Any normal person would look sickly under the harsh lighting of your mirror, but somehow you still managed to look like an angel. “Besides, you’ve been doing my hair for these functions for years, it’s tradition at this point!”

“Yea, yea.” He mumbled, fighting back a blush at your compliment. “You know we’re like, hella late right now?”

“Fashionably late.”

Jisung rolled his eyes, staring at your reflection as you did your makeup. The short lilac summer dress complimented your skin perfectly, delicate flowers embroidered into the silky fabric. You caught his gaze in the mirror and stuck your tongue out at him, laughing lightly at his widened eyes.

“You’re supposed to be doing my hair not staring at me dingus.”

Before Jisung could quip back your ringtone went off, pulling your attention away from the mirror and to your phone screen.

“Shit it’s my mom.” You mumbled, putting down your mascara in exchange for your phone. Taking a deep breath, you put it on speaker phone, leaving your hands free to continue working on your makeup.

“Hi ma how’s the party—”

“Where the hell are you young lady? The party started almost an hour ago, do you know how bad this makes me and your father look? You better get your ass over here in ten minutes otherwise we’re cutting your allowance for the month. And bring that Jisung with you; you’re lucky his parents are our friends otherwise they would have severed our deal half an hour ago.”

“Calm down, ma, we’ll be there soon - oh fuck.” You muttered. The spaghetti strap of your dress had suddenly snapped, your hand flying up to keep the dress from falling and expose your bare breast to your best friend. Maybe you should have stopped wearing the dress after the strap began fraying, but it was your favorite summer dress and you were intent on wearing it until the fabric disintegrated in your hands god dammit.

“Language!” Your mother snapped over the phone. “You have ten minutes.” With that, she hung up the phone.

“Jisung, can you hold the strap for a second?” He followed your orders without a second thought, his fingertips tingling where they brushed your skin. You rifled through your vanity drawers before pulling out a safety pin. “Perfect.” You mumbled, passing it back to Jisung.

“Why don’t you just put on a different dress? You know your mom’s gonna have a fit when she sees you fixed your dress with a safety pin.” He scolded, pinning your dress regardless.

“There’s not enough time to put on a whole new dress plus change my makeup and jewelry and shoes to match. The repercussions of mismatched everything versus those of a safety pin? Definitely worse.”

Jisung hummed in understanding, finally clipping the pin in place. “There, all done. Now come on, we have to get across the hill in eight minutes.”

Grabbing Jisung’s outstretched hand, you slipped on your heels and headed out of your room. “It’s a good thing your car could get us there in three.”

“Sure, if we wanna get arrested.”

You only laughed, pulling him out the door of your family’s extravagant home. A light blush dusted Jisung’s cheeks, the skin of your hand soft against his own. He couldn’t be sure when exactly he had fallen in love with you, but damn was it fucking with his heart. Stepping outside, the fresh summer air eased his warm face.

“Unlock your car dummy!” You whined, pulling lamely at the handle.

“Hands off before you set the alarm off, stupid.” You rolled your eyes, huffing as you crossed your arms over your chest. Digging through the pockets of his khaki shorts, Jisung pulled out his keys and unlocked the car. It beeped loudly and Jisung pulled the driver’s side door open, signalling for you to open your door.

“Did you have to get such a flashy car? You could see and hear this thing from the ISS.”

“You know my parents wouldn’t pay for anything less obnoxious.” The engine revved and he pulled out of your driveway, the large gate shutting closed behind you. It took less than six minutes to make it the the Bang’s mansion, and you made it into the actual house just in time for you to keep your monthly allowance. There was a pair of Jimmy Choo’s you had your eye on, and you’d be damned if you couldn’t buy them by next month’s summer gala. You had barely made it inside the mansion, your arm wrapped tightly around Jisung’s, before your mother came storming over to you.

“God, here she comes. Could you get me some champagne?” You lightly patted Jisung’s arm, pushing him slightly towards the waiters. Jisung reluctantly moved away, not wanting to leave you alone with your furious mother but also knowing how much you hated when your mother scolded you in front of him. Spotting Changbin and Felix across the room, Jisung grabbed two glasses of champagne and headed over towards them. He could just make out your mother’s reprimanding from across the room and winced slightly.

“You know if you didn’t want her to get yelled at you should’ve told Y/n to move her ass so that she’d get here on time.” Changbin deadpanned, his head leaning on his palm as he watched Jisung slide into the seat beside him.

“Oh I tried telling her but you know how she gets when she’s getting ready for these functions, especially when she wants to piss off her mom.”

“No, we don’t actually. You’re the only one who gets to see her highness before her grand entrance. Ruins the surprise, she says.” Felix added, rolling his eyes.

“Well she really likes taking her time, if you couldn’t already tell.”

“Oh, we can tell.” Changbin laughed, taking a swig from one of the champagne glasses Jisung had placed on the table.

“Hey! That was for Y/n!” Jisung whined, hopelessly reaching for the now empty glass.

“I’m sure princess can handle getting her own.”

“Speaking of…” Felix trailed off and Jisung followed his gaze, catching a glimpse of your retreating figure before you disappeared outside.

“I gotta go.” Jisung mumbled. Changbin and Felix nodded in understanding, looking after him with worry laced in their gazes.

❃❃❃❃

The warm summer air brushed against your bare arms and you sat on a stone bench, gazing at the large mansion, light filtering out of every window. You inhaled deeply, revelling in the fresh air void of the mingling of expensive colognes and perfumes that stifled the air inside. It wasn’t rare that you would bump heads with your mother at such events; she always found something wrong with your appearance and, at this point, you were trying to set her off. You weren’t about to let her force you into her ideal family vision without a fight. Besides, it seemed as though the functions were designed specifically to bore you half to death. Why not have some fun, no matter how much trouble you always ended up in.

A dark silhouette approached you from the bottom of the hill where you sat, backlit by the bright lights from the house. Without even seeing his face, you knew it was Jisung. What kind of best friend would you be if you couldn’t immediately recognize his outline? You watched as he made his way up the hill before he finally made it in front of you, hands on his knees while panting heavily.

“Stand up straight, drama queen.” You laugh, lightly kicking him in the shin.

“I climb all the way up that blasted hill for you to treat me like this?” He huffed, sitting down beside you.

“Like I said: drama queen.” Jisung only nudged your shoulder with his own in response. You both sit in silence for a moment, gazing at the party through the floor to ceiling windows that faced you.

“It’s all so pointless, isn’t it?” You break the silence. “Why do we even have to go to these dumb things? They always end in our parents telling us what embarrassments we are to our family names. And we always end up sneaking out anyways.”

“What did your mom say this time?”

“Oh, the usual. Making a bad impression for the rest of the family. What will the investors think of the company if I’m meant to be the future CEO. All her greatest hits.”

“Those don’t usually cause you to get so pissed. In all the years we’ve come to these dumb things I’ve never seen you storm out like this. So tell me, what’s really up?” He pried, turning to face you.

“I think I’m just…finally feeling the stress of being the company’s supposed future.” You shrug. “Now that I’m in college and learning all this shit while my parents continue to step on my back, it’s all finally becoming a reality, I guess.”

Jisung nodded in agreement, bringing his hand down to rub comforting circles on your thigh. Now that your little band of company children was growing up and one-by-one entering college, you were all coming to realize the weight that rested on your shoulders. He himself, luckily, had taken a liking to business and had quite a knack for the subject as well, leaving him in good graces with his parents and future career. However, he was just now realizing that you hardly spoke of your studies with any of your group of friends, and it worried him. In fact, you didn’t even share any classes with him that past year, despite going to the same university and supposedly studying the same subject.

“I know I shouldn’t complain. I mean, we’re all going through the same thing and in the end we’ll all have great jobs without even worrying and we’ll be living comfortably. But, it just seems wrong, you know? Like my parents have so much fucking money but they don’t do anything with it. It just sits in their fucking bank accounts accruing more and more interest. I wish they were more like your parents; actually donating their money instead of keeping it all to themselves.”

“You and I both know my parents only donate so that they can get good press at charity benefits.” Jisung snorted.

“Better to donate for publicity rather than not at all.” You sighed, kicking lamely at a rock.

“Yo, we’re gonna bounce in a couple minutes, you guys wanna come?” Felix calls from the base of the hill, his voice carrying above the dismal orchestral piece drifting from indoors.

“Nah I’m gonna stay here for a bit, maybe we’ll catch you later.” Jisung calls back.

“You don’t have to stay here just for me,” you nudge his side. “I’m perfectly fine sitting here alone and reflecting on all of my miseries.”

“Like I’d ever let that happen. Now c’mon, I wanna take you away from this wretched party.” He bounces up, reaching his hand out for you to grasp.

“Wow, big words. That college education is really teaching you well.”

“Oh, shut up.” Jisung rolls his eyes, forcefully pulling you up so that you stumble a bit, his hands immediately coming to your sides to steady you. “Now let’s go for a ride.”

❃❃❃❃

Jisung struggled to keep his eyes on the road, attention constantly flitting between you and the dark tar ahead. You insisted that he leave the windows down and the wind whistled through your hair, but you hardly minded. Jisung always seemed to know just what you needed when you needed it, and right now you needed to feel free. The headlights of Jisung’s brand new car pierced the dark night as you travelled through the guarded neighborhood your families resided in. Whipping around turns, much to your amusement, Jisung made his way up the side of the small mountain at the center of your development. Making a sharp left, you cut onto a semi-concealed road you had hardly paid attention to in the past.

“Shortcut.” Jisung muttered, noticing your apprehension.

“Not like I know where we’re going anyways.”

“I doubt you’d know where it is even if I told you.” He smirked, glancing briefly at your expression of feigned offense.

“You think I could spend my entire life in this blasted development without exploring every inch of it?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m thinking.” The car came to a rolling stop in a small clearing. You gazed out of the windshield in awe at the sight before you. Jisung was right, there was a lot you didn’t know about the environment you grew up in. The clearing was at the perfect level to view the city that lay beyond your community as well as the night sky. Jisung couldn’t take his eyes off of you, your own filled with utter fascination, the stars reflected in your eyes. He climbed out of the car after a beat, breaking you out of your frozen state and following his lead. Settling on the hood of his car, you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“I found this spot by chance one day. I was in a similar mood, didn’t know what the point of my future was. Chan had mentioned it off handedly one time and I figured it was my turn to try and find the famed spot. It’s strange; I didn’t know where it was but I somehow found myself driving out here, as if something was calling to me. I think we’ve all come up here at one point or another, you’re the last one.”

“Why didn’t you bring me up here before?” You cried in indignation, sitting up to smack his arm.

“Ow hey don’t hit me!” Jisung pouted. “It’s kind of like, ritual to only come up here when you’re having a mental breakdown basically. It seemed like it was finally your time to join the club.”

“Bold of you to assume I’ve never had a mental breakdown before.” You snorted, rubbing your arms lightly to warm them from the cooling night air.

“I hope you know how concerning that is.” Jisung shrugs his jacket off to drape over your shoulders. “Why didn’t you bring a jacket with you?”

“Sorry, how was I supposed to know you were going to drag me up a mountain?”

“You should know by now that we always end up anywhere else besides the actual party for these functions.”

“Maybe so.” You mumbled, pulling his jacket tighter around your frame.

“You know you can tell me anything.” Jisung reached out to rest his hand over yours.

“I know, but some things are better kept inside my head.”

“But I care about you, Y/n, and it worries me to know there are things you won’t share with me.”

“I can take care of myself Jisung. There’s no point in troubling you with my shit too.”

“I want you to trouble me! In fact, it’s more troubling to hear all of this afterwards than if you just came to me in the moment. It kind of hurts knowing my best friend doesn’t want to confide in me.”

“There’s more to it than that Jisung. Let’s just drop for now, ok?”

Jisung glanced at you apprehensively before huffing out a sigh and returning his attention to the night sky. Stars littered the sky, battling the bright city lights in order to be seen. The headlights of cars travelling below you held your focus, eyes flitting between the blurring colors. Jisung, however, couldn’t get your conversation out of his head. Out of the years you had known each other you had always bent over backwards to help him and your friends. Whenever they attempted to reach out a helping hand, however, you always swatted it away without batting an eye. He wanted to be your rock as much as you were his, but you made it nearly impossible to do so.

“I care about you a lot, you know that right?”

“I know, Jisung, I care about you too.”

“No, I mean I really—”

A loud honk cut Jisung off and you both whipped your heads around to be blinded by the headlights of Chan’s car. It rolled to a stop besides you and Changbin jumped out, slamming the door behind him.

“We figured we’d find you guys up here.” He smiled, walking over to pull you off of Jisung’s car and into his arms. “You didn’t even stop to say hi at the party. I haven’t seen you since spring break you snake.”

“I’ve been busy!” You laughed, returning his embrace.

“Not too busy for Han over there, though.”

“Maybe if you went to the same uni as us we’d see each other more often.”

“Maybe if you guys were smart enough to get into my uni I’d see you more often.”

“Oh fuck off.” Jisung frowned, slipping off his car to walk over.

“Don’t be mean Changbin.” Dropping your arms to your sides, you delivered a sharp jab to his side.

“You know I love you guys.” He sang, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Yea, whatever.” Jisung mumbled, rolling his eyes. “Why were you guys looking for us anyways?”

“We saw you leave the party before we were able to make our escape and since we haven’t seen you guys in so long we figured you’d like to hang. We’re going to get gelato.

“Yo hurry up I’m killing the environment over here!” Chan yelled from the driver’s side.

“That’s why you turn the car off, dumbass!” Changbin replied in reply before turning back around to face you. “So, feel like coming now?”

“Yea, I missed you guys but gelato especially. It’s just not the same at uni.”

“Nice to know where your priorities lie.”

“Jisung, you wanna come?”

He nodded in agreeance. “C’mon, Y/n. We’ll meet you guys there.”

Changbin hopped back into the car and Chan drove off. Opening the driver’s side door, Jisung slid onto the seat, waiting for you to get in before following the others.

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“God, this is so much better than the stores at school.” Jisung shovelled another spoonful of gelato into his mouth, savoring the sweet taste.

“Slow down, you might choke.” You laughed, eating a spoonful of your own.

“I would die happy if this is how I went.”

“The rest of us would be happy too.” Seungmin piped up, laughing as Jisung shot him a dirty look.

“What kind did you get Y/n?” Felix asked, pulling your attention away from the sight of Jisung chasing Seungmin up and down the sidewalk.

“Hazelnut and chocolate. What about y—”

“Again? Y/n you always get the same boring flavors, try something new for once.” Jisung abruptly cut you off, falling down to sit beside you on the bench.

“Well sorry if I don’t want to kill my tastebuds with whatever concoction you came up with this time.”

“Peppermint and fig! It’s actually pretty good, wanna try?”

“Absolutely not.” The mere sight of the two colors melting together into a puce had your nose crinkling in disgust.

“Your loss.” He shrugged before moving to steal a spoonful of your own gelato.

“Not on my watch.” You swatted his hand away, glaring at his bold attempt. “What happened to not having the same boring flavors?”

“I was talking about you, I haven’t had hazelnut and chocolate in a while.”

“Well then why didn’t you get your own?”

“It’s tastes better when I steal from other people.” He grinned, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“You’re insufferable.” You groaned, swirling your gelato together with your spoon.

“Yea but you love me.”

“I guess I do love you, idiot.”

Jisung wished you knew how much those words meant to him.

“Oi Jisung weren’t you saying you were gonna have a pool party next week?” Felix drew your attention back to the rest of the group, who evidently had been discussing more pressing matters.

“Oh yea, my parents are out for a business trip and it’s supposed to be hella hot. It’s gonna be like the first official get together for the whole group.”

“Hell yea it’s gonna be lit!”

“Please never say that again Chan.” Felix groaned.

“Oh so when you guys say it it’s cool but when I say it it’s weird?”

“Exactly.” Felix deadpanned, everyone laughing at Chan’s flustered state.

“Sorry old man, you can never be one of the kids.” Seungmin patted his back. “At least you have Woojin.”

“We’re barely older than you guys! Besides, he’s not even here to back me up right now it’s not fair!”

“Save it for the pool party then, we should all be there”

Chan huffed, sitting back on the bench while crossing his arms.

“You’re coming, right?” Jisung asked, poking your side lightly.

“Of course!” You grinned. “It’s not a family reunion if we’re not all there!”

Jisung flinched a little when you referred to your group as a family. Sure, you had all grown up together, but Jisung sure as hell didn’t want to be seen as a brother to you. A very distant cousin, maybe, but even that was pushing it. Realizing just how weird his thoughts were getting, Jisung lightly shook his head and forced himself to listen to the conversation going on around him. Family was better than nothing, he supposed.

❃❃❃❃

Driving up Jisung’s extensive driveway, you could hear the pool party long before you saw it. Windows rolled down, loud laughter drifted into your car along with the warm summer air. Giddy with the prospect of finally reuniting with your full friend group, you parked your car and hopped out. You grabbed your small bag and skipped around the side of the mansion to the backyard where the pool lay. Rounding the corner, you almost ran straight into Felix.

“Yo, Y/n! Nice of you to finally join us!”

“You know she always has to come fashionably late.” Changbin called from the pool, playfully rolling his eyes.

“Of course, it’s my signature move.” You huffed, crossing your arms as you walked to place your things down on one of the many decorated pool chairs. You barely had the chance to let go of your bag before a very wet body ran up to you and latched onto your back. The force nearly knocked you over and you had to steady yourself with a hand on the pool chair before turning around.

“Hi, Jeongin.” You grinned, ruffling his wet hair.

“I missed you! I can’t believe you and Jisung decided to go to uni so far away, it’s not fair to the rest of us!”

“I missed you too, Innie,” you said with a laugh. “And it’s the parents wish, I had no choice.”

“Yea well it sucks.” Jeongin pouted, swaying you around in his grasp.

“Let her breath, Jeongin. You’re not the only one who missed her.” Woojin sidled over as the younger reluctantly released you from his grasp. Before Woojin could embrace you, Felix called out.

“Get in the water, losers. It’s what all the cool kids are doing.”

“Who are you calling loser, loser?” Woojin quipped back, motioning for you to follow him into the pool regardless.

“Let me take my shirt off first.” You laughed, preparing to remove your cover before a pair of arms once again wrapped around your waist.

“Lee Minho don’t you dare.” You attempted to glare behind you to no avail.

“Sorry I can’t hear you.” He sang in your ear, picking you up and promptly dropping you into the pool. Spluttering, you re-emerged from the water, shooting daggers at the laughing boy standing by the edge of the pool.

“That’s what you get for leaving us all here.”

“Jisung left too!” You exclaimed, pointing to the shocked boy across the pool. Jisung grinned sheepishly, waving lightly at you.

“Yea but this is his house so I have to be nice.” Minho shrugged, sliding into the pool beside you.

“You suck.” You mumbled, peeling your now drenched shirt off and placing it on the side of the pool.

“Yo, Minho, come over here! We’re playing chicken and everyone knows we’re the A team.” Hyunjin called him over, Seungmin already on top of Chan’s shoulders, game face on and ready to destroy anyone who dared to cross his path.

“Minho better watch out, Seungmin just lost his favorite pair of Gucci slides and he’s on the warpath.” Jisung piped up from beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Dude how are you so warm? The water’s freezing.”

Jisung shrugged. “I guess I’m just warm blooded.”

“We’re all warm blooded.”

“Well then I’m extra warm blooded.”

“It feels nice.” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around his waist so that you could steal more of his warmth. Jisung’s cheeks flushed and he tried desperately to calm his blush by staring at the bloodbath taking place before the two of you.

“Jesus Christ Seungmin don’t strangle him!” Woojin called out, acting as referee while trying to pry Seungmin’s hands from around Minho’s neck. Gasping dramatically for breath, Minho signalled for Hyunjin to let him down.

“I don’t think we should play anymore, Seungmin’s out for blood.”

“That’s loser talk!” Seungmin shouted, still sat on Chan’s shoulders as he pumped his fists in victory.

“If losing means I get to keep my life then I’ll gladly accept that title.”

Chan, having enough of Seungmin’s tirade, promptly fell backwards. Seungmin yelped in surprise, flailing his arms helplessly as he was dunked underwater. Jisung could feel your laughter vibrating against his chest and he wrapped his arms tighter around you, resting his cheek on the top of your head. Eyes trained on the splash fight breaking out in front of you, you failed to notice Minho coming up behind you. With a quick flick of his wrist, Minho pulled the strings holding your bikini up in a tight bow. You whipped your hands from around Jisung’s waist to keep from exposing yourself.

“What the hell, Minho? What are you, in middle school?” You snapped, glaring as he swam away, devilish laughter following in his wake.

“My revenge is complete.” Minho sent you a wink before diving under the water, swimming over to Chagbin and grabbing his ankle, the younger letting out a yell of surprise.

Rolling your eyes, you turned back to Jisung with a pout.

“Can you help me re-tie it? And double knot it, please.” Jisung nodded meekly in compliance and you turned around once more to allow him easier access to the strings. He fumbled with them, hands shaking slightly as his fingertips brushed against the bare skin of your back.

“All done.” He mumbled, pulling the knot tight.

“Thank you.” You crooned, patting his cheek lightly before wading over to where the rest of your friends were swimming about. In a desperate attempt at cooling his reddened cheeks, Jisung dunked himself in the cool water, shaking his hair out after resurfacing. Wiping water away from is eyes, he joined his friends, latching himself onto Minho’s back as he watched you laugh at something Chan had just said. The water perfectly reflected the sun’s rays, basking you in a warm glow. Jisung only prayed Minho couldn’t feel the way his heart beat faster at the image of you.

❃❃❃❃

Having spent nearly two hours playing in a pool under the hot summer sun, you all slowly gravitated out of the water to bask on the pool chairs. The sun embraced you in a comforting warmth after being in the cool water for so long, and you happily lay on your stomach. You had nearly slipped out of consciousness when a foot nudged you on the side. Glancing up, you found Jisung sat on the chair next to you, everyone else having gone inside a few minutes before.

“We’re all gonna get cleaned up and then watch a movie, you sticking around?”

You nodded sleepily, rolling over and holding out your hands for Jisung to grab onto and help pull you up.

“Can I stay over tonight? I don’t think I’ll be awake enough to drive back home.”

“Of course, did you bring anything to sleep in?”

“I’ve left enough clothes here over the years to have my own closet in your house.” You snorted, bumping your shoulder with his.

“I think my mom was actually talking about setting up one of our guest rooms as your own personal room, you’re here so often.”

“What can I say, your parents treat me better than my own.” You laughed lightly, shrugging your shoulders. Before Jisung was able to express his concern, you had already bolted inside. Sighing heavily, Jisung made his way to his own room only to find you rifling through his drawers.

“Ah, perfect!” You held up one of his worn band t-shirts that lay around from his brief pop-punk phase during high school. “I can’t believe you still have this thing.”

“You always wear it when you sleep over, how could I get rid of it?”

“Aw, Jisung you’re so thoughtful!” You cooed, ruffling his hair as you walked past him to get to one of the many bathrooms. “I’ll take the shower down the hall, I’m guessing we’re meeting in the cinema.”

Jisung nodded, eyes following you down the hall before you disappeared into the bathroom. He shuffled around his room, grabbing clean clothes, before making his way to the bathroom attached to his room. The warm water of the shower helped him clear his head, if only momentarily, of all thoughts of you. After showering, he quickly got dressed. Towelling his hair dry, Jisung made his way down the stairs and towards the small in home cinema in the basement.

“For once Y/n isn’t the last one to show up!” Changbin cheered, earning himself a sharp kick to his side courtesy of you.

“Yea, we thought you were drowning in there or something.”

Jisung chucked his towel at Seungmin, the now damp cloth landing squarely on his head. Seungmin squawked, frantically pulling the material off, exclaiming something about how disgusting Jisung was. Laughing at his friend’s vexation, Jisung plopped down in between where you and Woojin sat.

“Hey c’mon man.” Woojin groaned, Jisung having practically sat on top of him.

“Let me sit next to my best friend!” He whined.

“Yea because you guys never saw each other when you were off at university together four hours away from the rest of us.”

Jisung only stuck his tongue out in response, nuzzling further into the cushions and your side. Almost as a reflex, you brought your hand up to run through his hair, Jisung automatically relaxing into you.

“Since someone decided to take an hour in the shower we decided on watching The Wailing.”

“Oh c’mon I was only in there for like, fifteen minutes tops this is so unfair!”

“Listen, it’s already started!”

“Don’t worry I’ll protect you.” You whispered into his ear, a teasing lilt to your voice.

“Shut up.” He mumbled, but he still found himself tightening his grip on your waist a tad bit more. Sensing his acceptance, you smiled lightly and continued to stroke his head.

❃❃❃❃

Jisung barely noticed when the lights turned back on; considering his head was practically buried into your chest it made sense he was unable to notice the change in lighting. You were about to lightly nudge him when Woojin delivered a sharp smack to the back of Jisung’s head. He jolted further into your embrace before he lifted his head up, scowling at both the harsh lighting and the pain of Woojin’s slap.

“What was that for?” He groaned, rubbing the sore area.

“Movie’s over.” Woojin gave a curt response, still sour over being squashed earlier.

“I can see that. Now all of you get out of my house.”

“So rude, not even seeing us out.” Chan tsked, shaking his head. “Y/n, shouldn’t you be heading out too? It’s getting pretty late.”

You shook your head. “Nah, I’m sleeping over tonight. Too tired.”

“Ok kids, stay safe, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Shut up old man.”

“Again, I’m barely older than you guys!”

“Old enough!” Jeongin’s voice sounded from the hallway.

“I’ll see you two later, I gotta go kill Jeongin real quick.” Chan flashed a sickeningly sweet smile before taking off, the sounds of Jeongin’s screams reverberating around the house.

“Can we eat? I’m pretty sure we skipped dinner.” Your voice pulled Jisung’s attention away from his murderous friend.

“Oh, shit you’re right I’m so sorry. I think there’s some leftovers from my parents’ brunch party yesterday, how’s that sound?”

“That sounds perfect.” You grinned, already standing up to head out of the room. The two of you padded towards the kitchen, Jisung pulling the refrigerator open as you sat at the island countertop. The microwave hummed, cold leftovers rotating in an almost mesmerizing manner.

“What are your parents off doing this time?” You questioned, choosing to break the comfortable silence.

“Hm? Oh, they’re trying to expand the European branch, hoping they’ll be able to pull off more trips to Italy cloaked as business trips.”

“Smart, my parents are doing the same thing in Singapore. Trying to break into the Crazy Rich Asians crowd.”

“Man, we should’ve been cast in that movie.”

“Yea, because we definitely look like we’re in our mid-twenties and early-thirties.”

Jisung focused on you for a moment, eyes squinting. You felt your cheeks flush, caught off guard by his intense gaze. Seemingly coming to a conclusion, he nodded his head.

“You could definitely pass.” He grinned.

“Do you want to die?” You exclaimed, springing out of your chair and rushing over to him, wrapping your arm around his neck in a feeble attempt at a headlock.

“You walked into that one, what was I supposed to do?” Jisung cackled, a mixture of laughter and wheezing escaping his lungs.

“Doesn’t mean you had to say it.” You whined, dropping your arms, effectively releasing him from your grasp.

“You know I love you.” Jisung pinched your cheeks and you promptly swatted his hands away.

“Meanie.”

The microwave chimed and Jisung opened the door, pulling your plate out. Placing it beside his own on the counter, you both sat down and began eating.

“Did your chef make all of this? It’s fucking delicious.” You exclaimed, words muffled by chewed up waffles.

“How ladylike.” Jisung winced. “And they actually got catering for this, the chef is on a family vacation right now.”

“You have to give me their contact info, this is exactly what I want for our midsummer’s bash.”

“I thought your parents didn’t want breakfast for dinner.”

“They’re letting me organize the event for once so it’s my choice.” You huffed, stabbing at the strawberries Jisung had diligently sliced up for you.

“Ok, well I’ll ask my parents to send me the information and I’ll send it to you.”

“Thank you Jisung!” You sang, happily shovelling another piece of waffle into your mouth.

❃❃❃❃

After finishing your meal, the two of you headed upstairs to get washed up. Mouths full of toothpaste, Jisung crossed his eyes at you through the mirror and you almost choked on your spit from laughter. You poked his cheeks in retaliation, causing Jisung to jump away from your offending finger. Spitting into the sink, you rinsed your mouth, waiting for Jisung to do the same before heading towards his bedroom. Without hesitation you dove into his queen sized bed, turning on his bedside lamp so that he could turn off the overhead lights. Jisung lifted up the covers, sliding in hastily and turning to face you.

“Hi.” You grinned, tangling your legs together.

“Your feet are cold.” He whined, kicking desperately to escape your vice like grip but to no avail.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” Laughing, you wrapped your arms around his torso to further prove your point. Now face to face with you, Jisung’s eyes darted in an attempt to avoid your gaze, cheeks flushed red. God, why did you have to be so pretty?

“I wish we could have spent more time together at school.” You sighed, loosening your arms in order to lazily finger at the hem of his shirt.

“We literally hung out all the time, what are you talking about?”

“I mean, I don’t know, I just wish I wasn’t such a baby.”

“I’m not following you.”

You inhaled deeply before letting out a huff of frustration. The room grew silent as Jisung waited for you to collect your thoughts and, hopefully, explain exactly what you were talking about.

“I’m scared, Jisung. Scared of what my parents will think, what the guys will think, what you will think.”

“You’re the one scaring me here, Y/n. What’s going on? Are you - you’re not pregnant are you?” Jisung’s heartbeat sped up at the thought of you with anyone else besides him. He was with you all the time, there was no way he would have missed another guy, and there was no way you wouldn’t tell him if you were in a relationship.

“No, dumbass.” You rolled your eyes, smacking his stomach.

“Well then tell me what’s going on!” He exclaimed, growing frustrated with your rambling tangents.

“Fine. You know how we didn’t share any classes all year even though you were taking basically all business courses and how you kept asking me about it every day and I’d always just say I was in different timeblocks?”

“Yea…?”

“I didn’t take any business classes last semester. In fact, I haven’t taken any since I got to uni. I’m not a business major, Jisung. The reason you haven’t seen me in class or even around campus is because I’ve only taken courses in the liberal arts.”

Jisung faltered. It all made sense, he supposed. At least, why he never saw you during the school day. He had believed your excuses, you made compelling arguments. There were a few times he had wandered out of the business department towards the History Triangle when he could have sworn he saw you, but he had brushed it off as a fluke. People were allowed to inhabit areas of campus that didn’t pertain to their major, afterall.

“I tried to take a business course first semester, in fact my whole schedule was business and stats and all that bullshit. But I went to my first class and sat there and I just, I couldn’t do it Jisung. I felt like, if that was what my future was gonna be, I didn’t want to have a future. After that first class I dropped all the other ones and signed up for random courses and I found out I have a real affinity for history and literature. I wanted to tell you, Jisung, I really did but I was just so scared you’d hate me and, god please don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad you’re not doing business, Y/n. It was pretty obvious all throughout high school you hated it. I’m just mad you didn’t tell me.”

“I already said I tried—”

“I’m your best friend. You shouldn’t be scared of me. Do you even know why I decided to go to the same school as you? I got into the same school as Changbin, you know, I could’ve stayed here if I wanted to.”

Your eyes widened in shock; when you were receiving acceptance letters Jisung had made it seem as though he had only gotten into the same school as you.

“I went there for you, Y/n. I - I didn’t want you to be alone and—”

“You didn’t have to do that…”

“Let me finish. You were so excited when you found out we both got in, I couldn’t just abandon you. I know you only went because of your parents. Plus, the business department is better there, but don’t tell Changbin I said that.”

“Don’t lie Jisung. I know that was your dream school.”

“My dream school is wherever you are.”

“Oh my god shut up you idiot.” You rolled your eyes, pinching his chest. Swiftly, he engulfed your hand in his own and held it pressed to his chest.

“I’m serious, Y/n. You’re really, you’re so dense sometimes. I thought you were supposed to be the smart one out of the two of us.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and Jisung only sighed in frustration. “I’m in love with you, idiot.” He blurted out, cheeks flushing as he averted his eyes to the window that lay behind you.

“You’re what?” You shot up right, eyes blown wide.

“I’m in love with you?” He mumbled, eyes still refusing to meet your own. Pushing him onto his back, you moved to straddle him with your arms crossed over your chest, eyes narrowed.

“Han Jisung, just how long have you been in love with me?”

“I don’t know…a couple of years?”

“Years? God, you’re right, I am an idiot.”

“Can you just reject me already, I’m dying of embarrassment down here.”

“Reject you? Why the hell would I do that? Han Jisung I’ve been in love with you since sophomore year of high school when you fucking spilled your water on me during soph hop.”

Jisung sat up, his arms wrapping around your waist to steady you. “Why would you fall in love with me then? That’s, like, in my top ten most embarrassing moments, right in front of this one.”

“Because you practically started crying you were so scared I was gonna stop being friends with you.” You laughed fondly at the memory. “You were so cute, shoving napkins at me. When you took off your jacket so that I could wear it, I don’t know, I just kind of fell for you.”

“God, how are we both the most dumb?” He groaned, burying his head in your chest.

“We can be dumb together.” You laughed, stroking the top of his head.

“You’re serious? I mean, you really do like me?”

“No, Jisung, I love you.” You reiterated, cupping his cheeks to bring him eye level to you.

“Good.” He mumbled, eyes locked with your lips. “Now can I please kiss you? These past few years have been torture without them.”

“You act as though I’ve kissed you before.”

“Don’t you remember? Winter break, junior year, in the cabin?”

“Oh god don’t remind me of that. There’s no way it counts as our first kiss, it was horrible.”

“I thought it wasn’t that bad.” Jisung pouted.

“Dude I was so drunk. Just kiss me already.”

Jisung gladly complied, tightening his hold on your waist as he leaned up slightly to press his lips to yours.

Your first kiss had taken place during an impromptu game of spin the bottle sat on the first floor of Hyunjin’s family cabin. You had probably drank a little bit too much and Jisung was no better. When the bottle had landed on you after Jisung spun, his heart nearly fell right out of his ass and directly onto the plush carpeted floor. It was a sloppy kiss, barely lasting five seconds, and it was overpowered by the taste of alcohol on your lips. This kiss trumped that first one by a landslide, and Jisung definitely didn’t mind if you both chose to forget it ever happened in favor of this one. His lips melded with yours perfectly, taking a moment to warm up to each other before you both began to move in unison. Hands still holding his cheeks, you moved to run your fingers through his hair, pulling a muffled sigh from his lips. Without a second thought, Jisung’s hands ran down your waist to gently cup your ass. Pulling away in surprise, you eyed the wide smirk spread across his face.

“Han Jisung you cheeky boy.”

Jisung only laughed in response, already swooping in for another kiss.

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You stood in front of your parents study, wringing your hands together from nerves. Jisung’s hands were on your waist, rubbing soothing circles into your side. It had been a week since you and Jisung became official and your entire inner circle already knew. No one was shocked, in fact both of your parents were completely overjoyed and the boys almost broke a table out of excitement (Minho might have got a little teary-eyed when he found out but he begs to differ). There was already talk of a wedding floating around, which you and Jisung chose to ignore for the sake of your own sanity. After you and Jisung had settled down from your initial lovers high, he had somehow convinced you to tell your parents that you weren’t studying business, which leads us to where you’re currently stood.

“Can you please come with me to tell my parents? They probably won’t kill me if you’re there.” You whined, tugging at his shirt sleeve.

“Sorry, baby, you’re on your own for this one. You can do it, be strong, I believe in you.”

“Baby?”

“Yea, I get to call you that now. The perks of being your boyfriend.”

“Yes, the perks are calling me gross pet names, not the great honor of being able to call me your girlfriend.”

“Baby is not a gross pet name, it’s cute!”

“Sure, Han.”

“Just go in, I’ll be right out here, ok?”

Taking in a shaky breath, you nodded and pulled at the end of your skirt in an attempt to straighten it out. Jisung placed a quick peck on your forehead and pushed the door open for you, watching it swing shut behind you. Undeniably stressed for you, Jisung wiped his sweaty palms on the front of his pants and took a seat on the bench facing your parent’s office. His leg bounced uncontrollably as he strained his ears, trying to catch any snippet of the conversation taking place inside. A loud shriek sounded from behind the door, no doubt your mother, and Jisung winced at the exclamation. He had half a mind to go in and help, but you were strong and he knew you could handle it on your own. Besides, he’d probably somehow end up worsening the situation. A few more minutes passed with no further exclamations and Jisung thought it best to distract himself. Sitting back on the bench so that his back met the wall, Jisung took out his phone and began mindlessly playing whatever app he could find.

Nearly half an hour passed before the door slowly creaked out, your expression unreadable as you made your way over to sit beside him. Fumbling with his phone, he pocketed the device and turned to face you, his hands automatically going to hold your own.

“Well…?” He trailed off, unsure of whether he should console or congratulate you.

“They’re not that happy, at least not my mom as you could probably hear. My dad was more sympathetic, I don’t think he ever really expected me to take over the business, to be honest. My mom’ll get over it, too. Eventually. For now party planning privileges have been taken away so no more breakfast for dinner at the midsummer bash.” You shrugged. “Oh yea, also this month’s allowance has been taken away but that’s just because my dad’s mad I didn’t tell him right away. Guess the Jimmy Choo’s will have to wait.”

“See, that’s not so bad! Honestly, I’m a little surprised that’s all.”

“If we weren’t dating it’d definitely be much worse. However, since everyone’s convinced we’re getting married, they figure we’ll just merge our companies together when you take over for your parents.”

Jisung’s cheeks flushed at the mention of marriage and nodded along to your parent’s reasoning. “See, now aren’t you glad we’re dating?”

“What made you think I wasn’t glad to begin with?”

“I’m teasing, baby.”

“I will break up with you if you keep calling me that.”

“You wouldn’t dare. We’re getting married soon, remember?”

“Slow your roll there buddy, it’s been one week.”

“A man can dream.”

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Jisung once again found himself sprawled across your bed as you prepared for the midsummer’s bash. He absentmindedly threw your stuffed bear up into the air, catching it as it came back down.

“You know it’s kind of rude to show up late to your own party.” He called out, giving up on the bear and focusing on your back instead.

“Technically it’s not my party since I wasn’t allowed to plan.” You quipped back, perfecting your winged eyeliner.

“Is it really a great idea to piss off your mom more than she already is?”

“Oh she doesn’t care, she’s busy fretting over her precious lobster spread.”

“You are so petty, you know that right?”

“But you still love me.” You grinned, spinning around in your chair to face him. “All done.”

“Let’s go, princess.”

“Hmmm, princess, I like that a lot better than baby.”

“Finally, a pet name she agrees to.” Jisung flung his arms up in mock exasperation, moving to pull you up out of your chair. “C’mon, let’s go grace everyone with your lovely presence.”

“As you wish.” You placed your hand into his outstretched palm, standing up to head outside.

Your entire backyard was lit up by thousands of fairy lights, round tables covered in white lace perfectly placed so that wide area was left open to act as a dance floor. A string quartet sat on a raised platform, Mozart floating around the open area. Friends and business partners mingled about the premise and you immediately spotted your group of friends clustered around the banquet table. You tugged lightly at Jisung’s hand, pulling him over to where they stood.

“A chocolate fountain, nice touch.”

“Breakfast for dinner is better you traitor.” You huff, releasing his hand as an act of protest as you approached the table.

“Uh oh, trouble in paradise already?” Felix laughed, chocolate staining his pristine new polo shirt.

“You spilled, idiot.” Seungmin pointed out.

“Fuck mom’s gonna kill me.” He mumbled, immediately grabbing a glass of water and dabbing at the brown splotch.

“And we thought we were the dumb ones.” Jisung laughed into your ear.

“Sorry I don’t talk to traitors.” You quipped, crossing your arms while turning to face Woojin.

“How did you already fuck this up Jisung? I was really rooting for you guys.” Minho groaned, punching Jisung’s arm.

“I just said the chocolate fountain was a good idea! Trust me, Y/n, breakfast for dinner would have been so much better than this.”

“Fine.” You sniffed haughtily, returning your hand to hold onto his forearm.

“Oh fuck my dad’s coming over.” Chan muttered. “He’s been bugging me all week about asking out the Kang’s daughter ever since you guys started dating. Gotta blast!” Promptly, he set his plate on the nearest table and made a beeline towards the now crowded dance floor.

“We’re gonna go too, Chan’s not the only one being pestered by adults to start dating.” All of your friends vacated the area and, before you could follow suit, Mr Bang’s hand landed squarely on Jisung’s shoulder, causing him to jump in surprise.

“Hello, Mr. Bang!” You greeted, a cordial smile immediately making its way onto your face.

“I’m so happy for you kids, really. It’s about time you two got together! The other kids need to step up their game before it’s too late.” He chuckled, taking a bite of the lobster that sat on his plate. “I heard the companies are gonna combine, think you can handle in, Han?”

“Oh he definitely can Mr. Bang! His grades are absolutely incredible, he’ll make a great CEO.” You smiled proudly up at Jisung, his face flushing at your praise.

“I’m not that great.” He mumbled, shuffling his feet awkwardly.

“Oh shut up you’re practically the top student in your major!”

“Ah, young love. These are gonna be some of the best days of your life, better enjoy them while you can. Enjoy the party, it’s wonderfully put together!” Mr. Bang exclaimed. “Your mother did a great job, Y/n.”

“Thank you, Mr. Bang, I’ll be sure to tell her.” You smiled through gritted teeth, Jisung wincing as you tightened your grip on his hand.

“But you know what would make this party so much better?” Mr. Bang leaned in closer as if ready to spill a juicy secret. “Three words: breakfast for dinner.” Too shocked to respond, you stood in silence as his wife called him over. Mr. Bang bid his farewell, plate of lobster legs in hand. Snapping out of your shock, a wide grin spread across your lips and you turned to face Jisung.

“See! I fucking told you it would bring this whole thing together!” You cried once he was out of ear shot, jabbing a finger into Jisung’s chest. He grabbed your finger, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip.

“How about we get out of here and find some breakfast of our own?” He winked, eyes reflecting the twinkling fairy lights strung around your backyard. Grinning in response, you grabbed his hand and led him towards his car, his grip tightening as you reached the front of your house. He could already taste the waffles.

#yes it's titled after an abba song and what of it #there are a few puns i hope you all appreciate #han jisung #han jisung imagine #han jisung au #han jisung fluff #jisung imagine #jisung au #jisung fluff #stray kids imagine #stray kids au #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfiction #han jisung imagines #jisung imagines

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iliveiloveiwrite · 2 years ago

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I Drove All Night // S.H.

Request: hii can i request a steve harrington x reader with prompt entry ” i miss you. i miss you so much it hurts. ” ? thanks! - @kylasgambit

a/n: I loved this request so much that I immediately wrote it out after my last fic. I hope you like this! The reader is in college whereas Steve is in Hawkins at the video store, I thought it fit better with your request - I hope you don't mind.

warnings: reader is in college, Steve is mopey and missing them, lots of fluff, lots of cute feelings and happiness, some blasphemy.

word count: 1.1k

Title: Roy Orbison - I Drove All Night

“What do you mean you aren’t coming home for Thanksgiving?” Steve all but yells down the phone.

“I mean exactly that,” You answer, the connection poor. “I have too much to do. Three essays due all around the same time as well as studying for my exams. I want to do well, Steve. You know how much this means to me.”

“I know,” He breathes, “I was looking forward to seeing you, that’s all.”

“I was too, babe.”

“You’re coming home for Christmas though, right?” Steve asks, completely aware of how needy he sounds.

His mood brightens at the sound of your laughter coming through the phone. “Yes,” You confirm, “I’ll be back home for Christmas.”

A breath of relief rushes through at your words. “Alright,” Steve concedes. “I have to go, I’m closing today. Talk to you tomorrow – I love you.”

“I love you too,” You answer easily before hanging up, leaving Steve to wallow in his disappointment.

The disappointment hangs over him for the majority of his shift. His mind running through the conversation. Steve knew how dedicated you were to your work; wanting to get the best grades possible, and to maintain them.

He understood that. Your dedication to your education was one of the things he loves most about you, but… he missed you.

He really, really missed you.

It had been three months since he had last seen you in person. Three months since he had heard your laugh, seen your smile, felt you pressed against him in the middle of the night.

Dammit, he just missed you.

Steve continues to mope for the rest of his shift. Not even watching Robin flail and do her best to flirt with Vickie, the clarinet player from band, could improve his mood.

“Has he been like this all day?” Dustin asks five minutes after entering the video rental store.

“Pretty much,” Robin confirms, reaching for her drink.

Dustin frowns, knowing full well what Steve could be like when in one of his moods. He sidles up beside Steve, nudging him with his elbow. “What’s up, buttercup?”

Steve sighs. “(Y/N) rang. They aren’t coming home for Thanksgiving.”

“Ah,” Dustin murmurs, reaching up to pat Steve on the shoulder. “I’m sorry, man. I know how much you were looking forward to seeing them.”

Steve shrugs. “It’s fine. It’s whatever.”

Dustin remains silent, letting Steve get a hold of his emotions. Dustin continues to remain silent as Steve bursts, “I just… I miss (Y/N).”

“Then why are you still here?” Dustin asks, confused.

“What?”

“Go to (Y/N). They can’t come to you, so you go to them.”

“I can’t just go, Dustin. I have a job.”

“I’ll cover for you,” Robin interrupts, joining in with the idea and blossoming in the hope of getting rid of mopey Steve. “Go, Steve.”

He doesn’t hesitate. Steve rushes from the store, patting down his pockets for his car keys. He rids himself of his work waistcoat, throwing it in the back of his car before setting off.

Steve makes two stops before hitting the road for the long drive down to your college dorm. The first to his house where he packs a bag in the hopes that you won’t kick him out. The second to a gas station; filling his car, grabbing snacks and some flowers.

The radio is his only company on the long drive south to your college. Steve switches between stations, singing along to whatever he knows. Abba, Elvis Presley and Roy Orbison all the way to heavier songs by Kiss and AC/DC.

As Steve pulls onto your college campus, the clock above his radio tells him it is just after three in the morning. Pulling up outside of your building, Steve idles in the car, briefly second guessing all of his decisions over the course of the night.

Before he can talk himself out of it, Steve exits his car – flowers in one hand as he flattens his hair with the other. Peering up at what he’s certain is your window, Steve isn’t surprised to see a light on. You were known to pull all-nighters to ensure your work was complete and up to your standard.

He’s at your door before he knows it. You’re lucky enough to have the room to yourself after your prospective roommate dropped out before move-in day and the college never assigned you another.

One knock.

Two knocks.

Three.

The shock is plain on your face when you find Steve waiting on the other side of your door with a bunch of wilting flowers. Your heart leaps into your throat at the sight of him; dishevelled, obviously tired, but just as in love with you as you are with him. Before you can utter a word, Steve interrupts.

“I know I should have called but I was dying to get to you.”

“Steve…”

“Let me finish,” He pleads. “I miss you. I miss you so much it hurts.” The words are plain but the emotion behind them is staggering. “I know your workload is crazy; essay after essay, exam after exam, but I couldn’t go one more night without you.”

A moment of silence passes before Steve says, “I’ve finished.”

At those words, you pull Steve into a crushing hug. The cellophane wrapping of the flowers is crushed between your bodies, but neither of you could care as Steve’s arm wraps around your waist so tightly you worry for a minute that it could snap right off. Your arms wind around Steve’s neck, pulling you up to his height.

“I am so happy to see you,” You breathe, tears springing to your eyes at the unexpected rush of joy that runs through your veins at the sight of Steve before you.

“You are?”

“I am,” You whisper, inhaling the musky scent of Steve’s cologne and instantly feeling at ease and at home. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Oh, thank God,” Steve breathes, pressing his face to your hair and breathing in the familiar scent of your shampoo. “I thought you wouldn’t want to see me.”

“No!” You cry, “I always want to see you. It broke my heart to tell you I wasn’t coming home for Thanksgiving.”

“It broke mine a little too,” He confesses. “I was moping at work. Dustin told me to get my shit together so here I am.”

You snort at the mention of Dustin. “Here you are,” You murmur, “And what shall we do now that you are here?”

“Two things,” Steve purrs, smiling down at you. “One, I think you should lead me inside your room. And two, I think I should kiss you senseless.”

“I like the sound of those, Harrington. Shall we?”

All feels right with the universe once again as you lead Steve into your room. Steve can finally breathe easy, he’s driven all night and it’s led him to you.

******

Stranger Things taglist: @magicalxdaydream (I'm not sure if you wanna be tagged in all my fics), @neptunes-curse @echovqmps

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #Steve Harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fluff #fluff #steve harrington imagines

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michael-aftons-nonbinary-lover · 3 years ago

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The Knack

-(Michael Afton x reader)-

-(Summary:

-(CW: mentions of child d3@th/bite of '83)-

-(The title is based off of one of my fave Mother Mother songs "The Knack", it makes me think of Michael everytime I hear it so yeah, I wrote this)-

-(Also, Mike and the reader are 17 in this, hehe)-

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Michael had always thought of you as an anamoly. You had a knack for so many things. You were so outspoken about what you believed in. About who you were. About who you loved. About what you wanted.

He wanted to be like you. He wanted you to be his. He wanted to be yours. All of this, fully and completely.

You had somehow blown your way into his heart, into his head, into multiple little doodle into his sketchbook. His sketchbook that you asked to look at nearly daily.

Michael had no idea why you talked to him. He was just some teenage punk with daddy issues and highschool angst. You were so cool to him. Bright smile, twinkling eyes that somehow always got you into and out of trouble.

You were the essence of a all things ethereal to Michael. Why you chose to associate with him confused him thoroughly, but he would never complain about it.

You had crowned yourself 'Michael Afton's Best Friend Ever' shortly after his brother's untimely death. The two of you had spoken to each other before, sure, but once you saw that his other friends had left him and he had almost no one, you had decided not to stand for it. You forced hang outs and sleepovers, and dragged him places that you thought would boost his serotonin. And you were right, but not for the reason you had originally thought.

Mike dropped his things onto the ground near the base of the tree where you met him after school every day. He pulled out his walkman and his sketchbook, waiting patiently for you to get out of your last class.

He started up a sketch based off of a picture he had taken of you. He remembered the scene so vividly. You both had been dancing around in his room when you were supposed to be studying, blasting ABBA's "Waterloo" and screaming along to the lyrics. He collapsed onto his bed in a fit of middle school girl-like giggles, grasping his camera and aiming it at you teasingly. You hadn't even noticed. You just kept twirling along to the beat, yelling your heart out and messing up your science homework. He sat up slowly, allowing himself to see you properly and to catch his breath in the same moment. You looked divine, the setting sun dancing on your skin in a playful way that exerted youth and joy as the song ended, your smile high and your arms higher. He snapped the polaroid quickly, setting it aside face down to let it develope.

He had brought the polaroid with him today, wanting to sketch it into his sketchbook before hanging it up on his corkboard filled with polaroids full of his old friends, his passed siblings, his mother, his father, his uncle Henry, anything and everything he held dear and cherished.

He began sketching and kept sketching for gods know how long, until the last bell of the day had rung. Knowing that you would find him quickly, he shoved his things into his backpack and waited your you by the bike racks. He had a plan for today. He was gonna tell you how he felt. Did it risk losing his one and only best friend? Possibly. Would it make it better than keeping secrets from you forever and continuously feeling guilty for it? Yes, absolutely.

"Hey, Mike!" You bounded up to him, your running looking more like jumping as you did your best to get to your best friend as fast as possible.

"It looks like it's gonna rain, we should probably head home like, now."

He nodded.

"Your house or mine?"

You contemplated it for a moment.

"Depends, do you know if and when your dad will be home?"

Mike shrugged.

"Yours."

And off you were, racing each other on your bikes, trying to outrun one another and the rain.

You made it to Mike's house first, setting your bike down on his porch and sitting down to wait for him. He arrived half an hour after you with a plastic bag full of something, hurriedly pulling out his house key and trudging inside.

"Mike, dude, what the hell took you so long, I waited for you for a long ass time? And where'd you get the bag? Is there a project that I forgot about?"

"Hm? Oh! Uh, no, it's a surprise! For a friend!"

"So it's for me?"

"I never said that!"

You deadpanned, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

"Mike I'm like, your only friend."

He sputtered.

"Ugh, fine, yes the surprise us for you, but you can't have it yet, it's for later."

You sighed dramatically, flinging yourself down onto his couch. Mike winced. If his father ever found out about how recklessly the furniture in the Afton house was treated, there would be hell to pay.

"You know I hate waiting for surprises! Come on, Mike, at least give me a clue!"

He thought about it for a second.

"It has to do with a book. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go get it ready. Watch some TV and make yourself comfortable, I'll be back down in a bit."

Michael returned about two hours later, his sketchbook in his hands. Seeing you fast asleep on the couch, he contemplated this entire idea. Maybe he could just ignore it and pretend that he never even had a surprise for you in the first place. But he couldn't. He had already told you, you were already expecting the surprise at any moment.

He sighed. This was it. He shuffled onto the couch and gently shook you awake.

You groggily rubbed your eyes and smiled, sitting up when you saw his sketchbook.

"Is that the surprise?"

"Uh, yeah. Go ahead and look through it, if you want."

You quickly, but gently, yanked it out of his hands, opening it up to the first page, looking through doodles that you had seen before.

About halfway through, you finally found new ones. They were all of you. Some of you and Michael. Some you remembered as things that had already happened, some were of things that had never happened in your life.

One of you singing in Mike's beat up truck, something you remember from a couple weeks back. One of you and Mike dancing at a prom that was 4 months away. But one in particular stood out.

The reference for the sketch was taped onto the inside corner. It was a sketch of you in Michael's bedroom, arms in the air, smile wide, face flushed and sun dancing on your skin in a warm glow.

Michael had written a note on the polaroid that he had used as a reference.

'The moment I knew for sure I was in love-1985'

"Mike, is this, are you-?"

"Uh, yeah, I'm really serious about it. If you don't wanna be friends anymore, I totally get it-"

You shut him up by grabbing his face, smashing his lips onto yours.

"Mike, if we ever get married, this is being shown to everyone there."

He laughed breathlessly, pulling you in for another kiss.

"So, does that mean we're like, a thing now?"

"Yeah Mike, definitely."

(HEYA! Once again, sorry that the asks are taking so fucking long, I am getting to them I stg. Anyways, remember to hydrate and have a wonderful rest of your day, bye!!!!)

#michael afton #mike schmidt #michael afton x reader #fnaf fandom #fnaf fanfiction

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lapetitechatonne · 2 years ago

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Masterlist of Fandom Playlists

as a neurodivergent person, i literally can’t write if the vibes of what i’m listening to isn’t on point, so i thought i’d share a few of my fandom playlists down below! some of them are specific to fics, others are certain relationships, some are purely vibes. i’ve included links to all of them, just click on the title. welcome to the chaos that is my mind.

also yes they do all have sailor moon screencaps for the playlist image, it brings me much joy and it will never stop.

there was an idea

this one is just vibes tm. songs that i listen to when i’m picturing fights or action. i named it after the avengers because i liked the way it sounded, and i generally like the mcu’s music choices.

it's angst hours baby

these songs just put me in the mood to ruin someone's life.

i've learned to love falling

this one is a Dick Grayson character playlist. i just wanted to add some songs that remind me of him/his vibes. think abba, Britney Spears, and a little bit of punk pop.

i'm the most cutest girl in the world

a Paulina Sanchez playlist!!! i love her so much and i realized i didn't have many 'bad bitch' playlists, so it felt fitting. this is a lot of female artists, mostly pop and rap. however, i have thought about adding some 'bubblegrunge.' thoughts?

i’ve been bamboozled (into loving you)

an Anger Management (Jazz Fenton/Jason Todd) playlist <3 basically a lot of the songs that remind me of their relationship or that i think fit their vibes.

👑Space Princess💫

a Space Princess (Dani Phantom/Mar’i Grayson) playlist, because i am so soft for them. it’s a soft sapphic playlist that’s just as lovely as my favorite girls

🌟Shooting Star💘

i will admit, this one started off as Dani Phantom/Lian Harper, but at some point became more of a sapphic modern disco playlist, and i ended up switching it to Dani Phantom/Mar'i Grayson/Lian Harper because i thought it fit better. it still have light, fun vibes that i associate with them though.

beauty and the BEAST

okay this one is out there. it's for a rather dark fic with explicit material, so the playlist reflects that. It's grungy and sexy and it portrays the Dick Grayson/Dark Danny Phanton (Dan) relationship i want to write.

👑 Crowns & Clowns 💗

now we’re getting into the fic specific playlists. this playlist is a BIG spoiler for my fic “The Princess and the Outlaws” so listen at your own risk. basically all the chapter titles for that fic are different Taylor Swift songs and they’re on that playlist. past those songs, we get into more vibes territory. this playlist in particular has a few different sections since it deals with the polycule Jazz Fenton/Jason Todd/Roy Harper/Koriand’r. the first section being chapter titles obviously, the next being songs about their relationship, then songs they would sing to/about their partners, then a girl power section because Kori and Jazz kick ass, and lastly non-romantic songs that give off their group vibes.

*squints* is that a unicorn?🦄

this is a collaborative playlist with @gremlin-bot, @half-dead-ham, and @bewitched-forest based on our Patrol Partners fic, Weltschmerz. it's all over the place, but it's so fun and honestly scratches my brain the right way. one of my favorite to write and listen to by far.

👻A Fright of Robins🌃

this playlist is specifically for my fic "hitting pitch black streets with pink clad heart beats." it's mostly Panic at the Disco, Fall Out Boy, and Matt Maeson right now, but i want to add some more to it eventually. fun fact, i named the playlist after the Phantom term "Fright," which relates to a ghosts pack or family.

Bellflower Manor

this playlist goes along with a fic i'm cowriting called "Brides, Birds, and Batshit Family Matters." if you know, you know.

forgotten kids

this is a grungier Dani/Lian playlist for a fic i'm planning "Urban Legends are Warnings from the Dead." it's meant to be a bit spooky, a bit grungy, a bit hopeful---because what is Gotham if not full of hope?

Gotham Academy

this playlist is also specific to my fic “Wisteria” which is a dp/dc dark academia au. it’s a mixture between dark academia, dark forest, investigation, spooky, magical, grungy, gay vibes. it’s doing a lot right now, and i might go back and edit it sometime some.

❤️‍🔥let me show you power💋♟

this. playlist. okay, so it’s specific to the dp/dc leverage au i’m working on but bare with me. it’s punk, punk pop, angry feminine, anti-hero vibes. it’s about manipulation and being alluring, and falling in love somewhere along the way. i rather like this one as you can tell lol.

it's not bullying if it's tim

firstly, the name is a joke based off of this one post i saw that i thought was hilarious where people were saying "bullying is bad except for when it's Tim Drake." this playlist is for my Soulless fic which heavily leans towards Tim Drake Whump, hence the name. the fic is still heavily in the works but the playlist is on point.

alt universe

so, this playlist was actually made for a fic i started a long time ago “See the Light.” i’m not currently working on it, but i really like the concept so i’ll probably revisit it one day. it’s alternative, dark vibes, very much so focusing on the dark parts of the fic. it’s probably one of my favorite playlists i’ve every made, the songs just hit in or out of context.

🕊prettybird🌷

this playlist was made specifically for my very indulgent Batfam/Charmed (1998) au. it’s based on the main pairing of the fic, Dick Grayson/Melinda Halliwell. it’s a lot of love songs, pinning and accidently falling in love vibes, as well as a generous amount of ABBA.

🌹midnight❤

okay this one was also made for a a very self indulgent Charmed next gen fic. it's Henry Mitchels/OFC and it'll probably never get posted, but i think the playlist if fire so here you go. very pop love songs vibes.

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gubler-me-up · 4 years ago

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A Man After Midnight

Request: can you do a extremely dirty and down right filthy smut with dom spencer and fem/sub reader. like with heavy degradation, overstimulation, dirty talk, slapping, choking. basically just down right smut. if not it’s okay :)

A/N: Thanks for the prompt, anon! Fun fact: I was listening to Abba’s Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) slowed+reverb when I made this title because the song was doing something when I was reading this request. Feel free to listen to it while reading, it’s a BANGER! This is a longer than usual fic since all the fics I’ve published recently were shorter, but there was a lot to do here LOL And I’m posting it after midnight, so does that make me a woman after midnight? Anyway, hope you enjoy!!

Couple: Dom!Spencer/Sub Fem!Reader

Category: SMUT (NSFW 18+)

Content warning: Heavy degradation, slapping, spitting, choking, penetrative sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, female masturbation, mention of sex toys

Word count: 3k

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You were laying on your couch mindlessly browsing Amazon to see what you could spend your money on now. You had a bad habit of browsing through every category when you were bored. Since you were on there though you decided to take a peek at any new sex toys they had.

You scrolled down the page filled with vibrators, dildos and other assortments of toys they were newly selling. As you scrolled you found yourself thinking of Spencer. Usually your companion on boring nights, but tonight he warned you not to bother him. He told you he was going to be busy with going through case files since he was a bit behind.

You went over to your text messages to see if he had messaged you anything after you told him you wouldn’t bother him. He hadn’t. You looked at the time and saw it was 11:40 p.m. You opened the text message you were having with Spencer. You were curious if he was still working or if he had time to acknowledge your existence. You asked him how working on the files were going and then went back to Amazon.

You continued to scroll through the sex toys as you waited for him to text back. The more you looked at the dildos on the page the more you wished Spencer was over. You two had seen each other more than usual in the past month, but it never seemed as if there was time to have sex. He had a lot of work to do outside of already working ridiculous hours. You guessed that was the downside of not going on cases frequently. You were grateful he was around to go out and hang out with, but you missed him holding you down and fucking you mindless.

You checked to see if you missed a text from him. He hadn’t texted you back. You sighed and decided to message him again. You asked him if he was busy still and waited to see if he would respond. You waited for two minutes, but didn’t receive anything back. You guessed he was still busy. You found it astonishing that even a genius like him could take so long to do these case files. He was probably flooded by them.

You sighed as you locked your phone and laid it on your chest. You closed your eyes to rest them from staring at your screen light. Your mind started to wander to the last time you and Spencer had sex. He had you bent over your couch begging him to fuck you harder and harder. He had to cover your mouth at one point because you were being so loud that your neighbours were pounding on your wall. Just the thought of his dick pounding in you got you wet.

You opened your eyes and picked back up your phone. If he wasn’t going to text you maybe he’d answer a call from you. You just wanted to hear his voice if that was the only thing he could give you. You dialed his number and put your phone against your ear as you eagerly anticipated his voice. A few rings went by before you heard him answer.

“Yes, Y/N?” He asked.

He sounded slightly annoyed, but his deep, bothered tone made your heart speed up. Hearing his tone directly in your ear was such a sweet sound. You wanted to keep him on the line as long as possible.

“You didn’t answer my text messages, so I just wanted to know if you were alright,” you said.

“I’m fine. I told you I’d be busy, so I wouldn’t be able to talk,” he said.

“I know, I know, but you could have at least texted me back saying you were still busy. Had me out here wondering things,” you said.

“Wondering things?” He questioned.

“Yeah.”

“Like?”

“I don’t know like you coming over.”

“Y/N, you know I can’t tonight.”

“Just for a little. I know you don’t go to bed early anyway. I’d love to see you.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Babe, please. I want to see you tonight. I need to see you tonight.”

There was a pause on his end. His silence was killing you, but he didn’t leave you hanging for long. He let out a long sigh. He paused again before finally saying something again.

“You sound desperate. What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is that I want to be your little whore tonight and you’re not letting me do that for you.”

He paused again. These pauses were indicating to you that he was taking your words into consideration. You knew how much he loved when you acted like his little whore. Doing anything he asked, letting him treat you however he wanted and enjoying every bit of it.

“I don’t know. I’m already behind with-”

“Don’t you want to fuck me?”

He paused.

“Well?”

“Yes.”

“Then come over and you can fuck me however you want.”

He paused again. You sat up as you waited for his response. You could hardly maintain your cool as you licked your lips in excitement. He finally let out a long, draining sigh.

“I’ll be there a bit after midnight. You know how much I hate when you sound overly desperate.”

“You’re coming here regardless though, are you not?”

“Only to help your desperate nature.”

You giggled. “Can’t wait to see you too. I’ll make sure I’m ready for you.”

“You better. See you soon.”

Without another word exchanged, he hung up. You hopped off the couch and let out a thrill fuelled shriek. You ran to your room and went straight to your drawer. You grabbed your favourite matching bra and underwear set before heading to the washroom.

You turned on your shower to let it warm up. You stripped your clothes off and looked at yourself in the mirror. You touched your breasts and then slowly ran your hands down your sides. You couldn’t contain the feeling of ecstasy you were experiencing throughout your whole being. The thought of Spencer was enough to get you feeling like an animal.

You hopped into the shower. You let the water flow over your body as you closed your eyes. The warmth of the water was refreshing. Before you opened your eyes and begin your shower, you let your hand wander down to your clit. You started to circle it as you thought of Spencer watching you do it with concentrated eyes. You stuck two of your fingers inside of you as you continued to recount countless times Spencer had you in his grip and had his way with you.

You pumped your fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace. You started moaning louder and louder. Your thoughts alone carried you to your orgasm as you let out a high pitched moan. You pulled your fingers out and let the water clean them of your juices.

After you were done showering, you put your favourite lotion on and your favourite deodorant. You then put on the bra and underwear combo. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You played around with your hair to see how sexy you could make it. Not that it mattered anyway, but you wanted to look as presentable as possible for the first few minutes of his arrival.

You went into your room and went over to your dresser. You picked out your favourite perfume and gave yourself a few sprits of it on your chest. You loved to doll yourself up before getting the shit fucked out of you because you knew how much Spencer loved making you look disheveled. He loved seeing you go from near perfect to his perfect little whore.

You heard a few knocks at your door. You felt chills crawl down your spine as you strolled over to your door. You looked through the peephole and saw Spencer standing there waiting for you to let him in. You smiled and opened the door enough to let him in.

“Welcome,” you said.

He smiled at you as he walked in. You immediately closed the door and leaned your back against it with your hands placed behind your back. You stared at him as you bit your lip as he stood there all cool and collected. You knew this was the quiet before the storm.

He looked over at you. He beckoned you with a movement of his fingers to come close to him. You slowly walked up to him. You reached out your hands and pressed them against his chest. You looked lustfully into his eyes as he continued to stare intently at you.

“I’ve waited so patiently for you to fuck me, baby,” you said.

He grabbed your hands off of your chest. He held them tightly and close to his lips. He kissed your hands as he continued to look you in your eyes. You couldn’t break eye contact with him. It was as if he was looking into you.

“No, you weren’t. You’re too calm now. Did you masturbate before I came?” He asked.

“No,” you lied.

In one swift motion, he let go of your hands and took his right hand to grab your neck firmly. You let out a gasp as he pulled your face close to him. Just by him doing that you were back to feeling your juices in-between your legs.

“You’re such a lying little whore. Did I teach you to lie to me?” He asked.

“No,” you squeaked.

“Then why did you lie?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” you said.

“On your knees,” he demanded.

You dropped to your knees as he let go of your neck. You already knew the drill, so you opened your mouth wide and waited. He undid his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. The sight of his dick got you revved up and ready to start the night ahead.

He grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed your head forward, so your mouth could swallow him whole. You choked on his dick as it reached the back of your throat. He kept it there for a while as he listened to you choke on his cock. He pulled you off of him and watched as a string of spit connected your mouth to his dick.

“What happens when you lie to me?” He asked.

“I choke on your dick,” you said.

He responded by shoving your mouth back on his dick. You gagged on it as you felt tears sting your eyes. Saliva dripped from the side of your mouth and went down your chin all the way to your breasts. He soon rocked his hips back and forth so he could fuck your mouth.

“You think you’re smart enough to outwit me? Let this be a reminder of your place as my little whore,” he said.

You moaned around his cock in agreement. You reached your hands towards his thighs for some stability. He pulled you off of his cock and slapped you before grabbing your chin, so you could face him.

“Hands behind your back, whore,” he demanded.

You did as he said and held your hands behind your back. You opened back up your mouth for him and he gladly went back to fucking your mouth. As he kept hitting the back of your throat, you could feel the tears stream down your eyes and it mixed with the saliva dripping down the side of your mouth.

He pulled your head off of him and held your head back, so you could look up at him. He looked at the tears running down your face. He then looked at your saliva running down your chin and running onto your breasts.

“Tell me what you think you look like right now,” he said.

“Like a disgusting whore,” you responded.

“You do,” he said.

He let go of your hair and grabbed your chin. He leaned down and gave you a hot and heavy kiss with his tongue, not shying away from tackling yours. He parted his lips from yours. He didn’t move his face far away from yours though. He squeezed your jaw, so you could keep your mouth open. A stream of his spit went into your mouth and you gladly let it fall on your tongue before swallowing.

“But you’re my disgusting whore. Tell me, what else were you doing before I came and tell me the truth,” he said.

“I was looking at sex toys,” you confessed.

“That’s how desperate you were? You were going to order sex toys instead of waiting for me to satisfy you?” He asked.

“I promise I wasn’t going to buy anything, baby. You’re the only thing that can satisfy me,” you said.

“Is that so?” He asked.

“Yes, I’m only for you. I’m only happy when you fuck me. My little whore pussy is only for you, I swear,” you said.

“Get up,” he demanded.

You shot up from your kneeling position and he immediately pushed you backward until your back hit the wall. He wrapped his big hand around your neck as his other hand went down to your clit and started to circle it. You let out a squeaky moan as he looked at your desperate expression.

“Tell me what you masturbated to,” he demanded.

“I-I…you,” you moaned.

He started to circle your clit faster. “What did the little whore squeak?”

“You,” you shrieked.

“And what about me?”

“I was thinking…a-about how…you f-f-fuck me.”

He slipped two of his long fingers in you. You let out a loud moan as he started to rapidly pump in and out of you. The way he looked at you with desire in his eyes made you soaking wet.

“How do I fuck you?”

“Like a whore. Like the fucking whore I am.”

“What makes you a fucking whore?”

“Because I love getting stuffed with dick. I do anything to get fucked.”

“What makes you my little whore?”

“I love being fucked by you. I do anything you want to just be close to your dick.”

He attacked you with another aggressive kiss as he continued his pace with his fingers in you. You could feel a tingling sensation running through you again. You knew he wasn’t going to stop though. He wanted to be the one to make you cum this time. You were glad to make him be the one to make you cum this time.

He pulled his fingers out prematurely. You let out an unsatisfied groan as he parted his lips from yours. He heard you and that came with repercussions. He gave you another slap on your cheek with the hand he just pulled out of you.

“Keep complaining and I won’t fuck you at all,” he said as he licked off your juices from his fingers.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again,” you said.

“You’re lucky I want to fuck the shit out of you. Take off your underwear and bra,” he said as he let go of your neck.

You unhooked your bra and then pulled down your underwear. He grabbed your waist and pulled you in for another quick heavy kiss before leading you over to your kitchen table. You felt your blood pumping through your veins. You could tell you were about to get fucked hard. Whenever it wasn’t in the bedroom it was a sex act of pure, heavy lustful desire.

He grabbed you by your hair and forced your head down on the table. The rest of your torso fell onto the table as he positioned himself behind you. He slapped your butt cheek.

“Open your legs,” he said.

You spread your legs open and felt his dick ram inside of you. You let out a shriek as he continued to pound into you with such a great force you swear the table was moving with every thrust. He lifted your head up from the table, so your neck was bent back. It was bent far enough back so he could look at you desperately letting out your wild shrieks.

“This is how a whore gets fucked,” he said.

“I deserve it. I’ve been such a bad whore,” you said.

You felt his free hand go back to your clit. He rubbed circles around it and watched as you could barely form anything coherent to say. He smirked down at you.

“You can redeem yourself by cumming on the dick you love so much,” he said.

He didn’t even have to circle your clit for long. The look in his eyes mixed with the already lingering feeling of an orgasm from not too long ago sent you to your limit. You let out a scream as he continued to pound into you as you let your orgasm take over your body.

“That’s a good whore. Do you want my cum in you or on you?” He asked

“I-In…” Was all you could muster up to say.

“I knew a whore like you would want all my cum in you.”

“I-I…I love…love your cum.”

He smiled as he leaned down and gave you a sloppy kiss. “I know, you usually want to swallow it.”

“I…I want it…I want it to drip…out of my…”

“Shh, I know,” he said.

He planted a few kisses on your neck as he began to pound into you harder. You were screaming at that point from the feeling of his dick destroying you. Your nails were scratching the table as you tried to keep your balance. He let out a loud moan and you could feel his cum release into you.

He let go of your hair and pulled out of you. You felt his cum dripping out of you and you knew he was watching it drip out of you from behind. He then grabbed your arm to turn you around, so you could face him.

He smiled at you. “Is this what you so desperately wanted? This couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

You gave him an exhausted smile. “I wanted to be your little whore tonight.”

He leaned down and kissed you. “You were a very good little whore tonight.”

“Does that mean a round two is up for discussion?” You asked.

He chuckled. “How about we get cleaned up and we cuddle instead?”

“Can I be your little cuddle whore at least?”

“Of course.”

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MASTERLIST

#spencer reid #dr. spencer reid #dr.spencer reid #Spencerreid #Criminal Minds #criminalminds #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds imagine #mgg #Matthew Gray Gubler #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fic #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fem!reader

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bibbawrites · 4 years ago

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Does Your Mother Know? - Charlie Gillespie x Older Reader

Request: none lol

Word Count: 1328 words

Summary: You are working on the set of Julie and The Phantoms and you end up getting a little more than you bargained for when you start to spend time with the much younger Charlie

Warnings: mild swearing, implied smut, dom/sub if you squint

A/N: the one you’ve all been waiting for! the reader is meant to be older than charlie in this, its mentioned that she’s 30 but really she could be any age that’s older than 22 lol title comes from the abba song Does Your Mother Know? and was high key inspired by the scene from Mamma Mia it didnt end up being smutty but if yall want it i’m happy to write a smutty part 2 enjoy!

When you agreed to take the job working on the set of Julie and The Phantoms, you weren’t exactly sure what to expect. You had thought maybe you would become sorta-friends with the cast, and then when filming was over they would just forget about you.

What you didn’t expect was to have a 5′8 (or 5′4 as Madison liked to say), Canadian boy follow you around 24/7.

It was odd at first, having him trail behind you everywhere you went, staring at you with big puppy eyes. But then it dawned on you, after one long day when he never once left your side, that he had a major crush on you.

It was cute, a little schoolboy crush, puppy love at most. But unfortunately for you, the more time you spent with Charlie, the more your feelings for him grew and before you knew it you had a full blown crush on him.

You were on your weekly facetime with one of your best friends when the topic of boys came up.

“Anyone interesting in your life right now?” She had questioned, wriggling her eyebrows. You smiled softly and she squealed.

“Oh my god there totally is! What’s his name? Where did you meet? Is he cute? Tell me everything!” She exclaimed and you giggled.

“His name is Charlie, he’s an actor in the show I’m working at, so that’s how we met. And yes, he’s very cute.” You told her.

“Where’s he from?” She asked. “Also how old is he and does he have a cute single friend?”

“So many questions.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “He’s Canadian and he’s 22. And as for a cute single friend, yes but way too young for you.” Her grin fell.

“He’s 22?” She repeated. You nodded.

“Yikes that’s a bit young isn’t it?” She cringed.

You frowned.

“I mean, I guess so? He doesn’t come off as that young though. He’s a lot of fun and I really like him.” You said. She shrugged.

“But you’re 8 years older than him. He’s practically a child compared to you. He was in middle school when we were going out clubbing. Honestly, that’s kinda creepy.” She said. Your heart sank, the euphoria of telling someone about your feelings for Charlie long gone.

“I have to go.” You stuttered out, hanging up before she could even reply.

Maybe she was right... maybe you were too old for him.

You barely got any sleep that night, your head filled with the words of your best friend, and the doubt that maybe you were stupid to fall for someone so young.

These thoughts echoed through your brain as you sat on set, quietly pretending that you were working.

“Looking gorgeous as always Y/N.” Charlie’s voice startled you out of your thoughts, and you looked up, making eye contact with the Canadian boy.

“Thank you Charles.” You responded, your tone sounding flat. Charlie pouted.

“What, no flirty comeback today?” He questioned, sitting down on the table you were sitting at. You shrugged.

“I was talking to a friend last night and I may have mentioned you and she-“

“You talk to your friends about me?” He cut you off with a smirk. You rolled your eyes.

“It was one conversation idiot. Anyways, like I was saying before you rudely cut me off, I mentioned you and my friend made me feel like shit, she basically implied that I was a cradle robber.” You finished with a sigh.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. Besides Y/N, I’m 22, not 12. You’re only a few years older than me.” Charlie’s tone was sincere, but the words from the night before echoed through your brain. Maybe he was too young to be flirting with...

“8 years is not a few. Besides, when I was your age-“ You started.

“Ugh no, don’t say that.” He cut you off again, groaning at your words.

“Say what?” You questioned.

“When I was your age...” He said, mimicking your voice. “You sound 85.”

“Wow, way to flirt, saying I’m 85. No wonder you’re single.” You retaliated jokingly.

“I said you sound 85.” He repeated, emphasising the word ‘sound’. “You look 21.”

“Nice try kiddo.” You replied, ruffling his hair slightly. He grinned, leaning into your touch. You tried to ignore the way your heart sped up at the physical contact.

“Hey Charlie I need you on set, stop flirting with Y/N and let her do her job.” Kenny called, and you dropped your hand quickly, not wanting to get in trouble for being unprofessional.

“I’m not flirting. I’m just being friendly.” Charlie bit back, already standing up.

“Aw too bad, cause I was flirting.” You teased.

“Really?” His face lit up and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Go to set Charlie.” You told him and he grinned, blowing you a kiss before turning to head back to set.

“I’ll be back after my scenes.” He called as he walked away.

“I don’t doubt it.” You called back, shaking your head slightly. This boy would be the end of you.

True to his word Charlie was back at your side the minute he finished filming, and had changed out of his costume and removed his makeup.

“Don’t you have friends to go hang out with?” You questioned. He pouted.

“Are we not friends?” He retorted. You rolled your eyes.

“I mean friends your own age.” You elaborated. He shrugged.

“I like spending time with you.” He said, his smile sincere.

“Okay... Well I’m about to head home.” You told him. He bit his lip.

“Want some company?” He asked. You thought for a second.

“Sure, why not? We can order takeout or something, and watch a movie if you want?” You offered. Charlie grinned.

“That sounds amazing. How did you get to set today?” He asked as you picked up your bag and headed towards the exit of the building.

“I got an uber.” You told him.

“Awesome, I drove.” Charlie grinned, pushing the door open for you. You smiled in thanks and walked outside, Charlie by your side, your hands brushing against each other.

He glanced down at your hands, before grabbing your hand and linking your fingers together. You smiled softly as you reached his car, allowing him to open the door for you. You climbed in and put your seatbelt on as Charlie headed around to the driver’s seat, climbing in and starting the car.

“I assume you’re in the same building as we are?” He questioned as he reversed out of the parking spot.

“Yep.” You smiled. He drove out of the parking lot and you settled into a comfortable silence for the whole drive, only talking once you were parked in the carpark of the apartment complex.

“Do you want me to call and order food?” Charlie asked, and you nodded.

“Wait til we get to my apartment and we can decide on something.” You agreed.

The two of you hopped out of his car, and you smiled as Charlie grabbed onto your hand again, and before you knew it you were unlocking your apartment door and letting the two of you in.

The door shut behind you and suddenly Charlie’s lips were on yours as he pushed you up against the wall. Your eyes flicked shut as you kissed him back, your hands tangling through his hair.

In one quick movement you managed to push off the wall and spin the two of you around so that Charlie’s back was against the wall.

“Hey!” He exclaimed. You grinned, crashing your lips back into his. He tried to push off the wall but you shoved him back, pulling away from the kiss.

“Nope, I’m in charge here.” You told him. He bit his lip.

“Okay.” He said eventually. “I’m all yours.”

You grinned, grabbing onto his shirt.

“We better get started then.”

And with that you dragged him off towards your bedroom.

#charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie x reader #charlie gillespie x older reader #reader insert

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fanfickittycat · 4 years ago

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One of Us

Title: One of Us

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen (anime)

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

Fic Summary: You return to Tokyo where you are reunited with the man who broke your heart a decade ago

Rating: T

A/N: my first Nanami fic!!! I love him so much. Just a simple one-shot about rekindling your love after being apart with a fluffy ending. Yes, the title is an ABBA reference, no I will not be taking any questions on it at this time. If you'd like to read this on AO3 then you can here otherwise the fic is below the cut. Let me know what you thought!!!

I’m lucky that I came back during the spring, you thought to yourself, as you meandered around campus. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and pink petals danced around your ankles with every step. Even the scent infused itself into the air, carrying a bittersweet undertone to it as you reminisced about your time here as a student. The sound of chalk on the board; the feel of the grass against your cheek as you hit the ground during training; the look on Nanami’s face when he rejected you and this world. It had been spring then too.

“You’re here!” trust Gojo to spoil a melancholy moment. You rolled your eyes playfully, accepting the hair ruffling from your upperclassman with weak jabs back at him.

“Gojo, stop” you laughed “we’re not kids anymore.”

“Says who?” he pulled away, adjusting the black blindfold over his eyes “you still look the same.” He teased, patting your head for emphasis. You still came up a whole head shorter than him and then some.

“You don’t” you retorted “you look old. What are you, like 40?”

“What?! You know I’m not” he whined. He was so easy to wind up sometimes. You half listened to him as he complained to you, citing his skin care routine and the regular comments he got about how youthful he looked before nudging him teasingly. The two of you walked back down the path towards the main building, feeling the nostalgia seep into your bones softly.

“You really haven’t changed” you said with a smirk “still vain as ever.”

“And you’re still as sharp tongued as ever.” He sighed, putting an arm around you “still. I’m glad you’re back. I’ve been waiting for an excuse to throw a party.”

“You’re a lightweight, Gojo” you said, remembering the time he had snuck in vodka during the winter of his final year. He had wanted to show off and ended up throwing up after two shots, before he passed out in the same pile of vomit. He had never snuck in alcohol again.

“You’re not, I remember you and Nanami having a drinking contest one time.”

“It wasn’t a drinking contest. We were just having wine and cheese. It was a very civilised affair.”

“You must have done a lot of that kind of thing in Europe.”

“Not really” you shrugged “it’s not really something to do when you’re alone.” You didn’t mean to sound so sad, but it wasn’t easy to hide, especially from a man with Six Eyes. You were glad he didn’t press you on it, instead opting to blabber on about how great his new first year students were, and his unmatched skill as a teacher. Gojo always seemed to walk the line between being insufferable and incredible. Nanami had often winced whenever he heard Gojo start a new tangent, and you would rub his back reassuringly. It became an unspoken gesture between the two of you. When you’d failed at mastering a new cursed technique, Nanami would be there to hand you a tissue for your bloodied nose and rub soothing circles on your back. Maybe that’s why your final moment together was so sad. You’d told him you loved him, and he told you that he wanted nothing to do with sorcery in exchange for a normal, human life. He’d left you crying, and the absence of his palm on your back made you feel colder and more alone than ever.

“…so the official party is at 7 but the real party will start after. Are you listening?”

“Official party at 7. Real party after.” You repeated “I’ll wear something that can suit both.”

You had wanted to ask Gojo if Nanami was going to be there, but you held your tongue instead. You hadn’t heard anything from him after you two had split ways, with him becoming a salary man and you going abroad to conduct research. You already knew that if you asked, you’d be met with disappointment. Still, perhaps it was better this way. You might actually be able to relax tonight and remember what social interaction felt like. You wouldn’t have to worry about what to say if you saw him there, or overthink the black dress you were planning on wearing tonight. You’d heard that even Utahime was going to be there. You owed it to everyone making an effort for you, to be present and gracious.

The nerves were still there of course. You were happy to see the small collection of former classmates and teachers there, and excited to catch up. It was strange to think of how close you all were once and then you’d left and avoided talking to anyone beyond a few words at a time. Now, the bonds between you were a little rusty but still strong. It calmed the butterflies in your stomach to know that everyone still accepted you, though Utahime scolded you for it. Your eyes kept lingering at the door, in anticipation of him entering the room with a curt apology about his lateness but then you’d catch yourself and internally reprimand your actions.

“You’ve always been too tough on yourself” Utahime said, sipping her tea knowingly.

“Sorry” you apologised lamely, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

She huffed at you “stop apologising, it’s not your fault that men are idiots.” She eyed Gojo, who was trying to impersonate Yoshinobu, and sighed deeply. It made you smile.

“Thanks” you wanted to say something more but the lack of social interaction over the many years constricted your words. You didn’t even know what to say, let alone how to physically say it. Utahime didn’t mind however and squeezed your shoulder.

“God, I can’t stand him” she said, pinching the skin between her eyebrows. You turned to see Gojo laughing obnoxiously at something.

“Still single too, I presume” you said.

“You know he could never be tied down and imagine that poor woman” she groaned “it’s best he stays single. Imagine if he procreated.” She shuddered, making you laugh.

Ieri joined the two of you, shaking her head at her co-worker’s antics “I’m glad you’re back” she said to you “being a woman in this line of work is hard enough, and then you have to deal with that.”

You smiled “I’m glad to be back, even if it’s a little hard sometimes.”

“You know” Ieri looked down at her drink that she had spiked “wounds take time to heal and it’s important to cover them, but you also have to take the bandages off at some point and let it breathe.”

“You’re wise as ever Ieri” you said.

“Hmmm I don’t think so” Utahime said, frowning “if she was so ‘wise’ then she’d quit smoking.” It prompted a whole conversation, part jokes, part argument between the two and then Gojo stepped in to see what was happening which led to him being verbally bullied by the two women as you watched on and laughed.

“You’re all being so mean to me considering I planned this party” Gojo said, mock snivelling “and the after party.”

“That’s true” you said, perking Gojo up instantly “thank you for inviting everyone.”

“We’re not done yet” he said, bringing a corner of his blindfold down to wink at you.

The after party was more chaotic than you had envisioned. Despite not drinking anything, Gojo still managed to scream-sing the lyrics to every song into the karaoke microphone, sometimes even trying to elongate certain sounds in an attempt to emulate Mariah Carey. Needless to say, Utahime was so irritated that she agreed to join Ieri outside while she smoked. You wandered over to the bar and pouring a generous amount of wine into your glass, feeling warm and happy for the first time in a long time. Of course, you knew that it was the alcohol primarily, but it had also been so long since you’d had fun. You were going to allow yourself to enjoy it.

“Didn’t you think I was soulful?” Gojo asked, his grin wide and satisfied like the Cheshire cat.

“Very” you said, watching out the corner of his eye as he poured himself a coke triumphantly “I didn’t even know some of those notes existed.”

He shrugged mock casually “sometimes it’s a curse to be so blessed.” You two continued to talk, laughing at the ridiculous things Gojo said as he sat on the bar stool next to you, leaning casually against the bar. He sat up quickly at one point, looking past you with rapt attention.

“What is it, boy?” you jokingly asked and when he didn’t answer quickly enough you turned to look behind you. There, standing cautiously at the door in a jacket and tie was Nanami.

“Finally,” you heard Gojo murmur but when you turned back to confront him, he had disappeared into thin air. You felt afraid to turn, knowing that Nanami had probably seen you. You felt your heart race in your chest. He was here. This wasn’t a dream or your imagination. The wine made your legs feel weak and shaky as you clumsily stood, pressing your hands down your dress to smooth it out. Your palms felt clammy as you did so. Downing the remainder of the wine in your glass was attractive, but you could already feel his presence near you.

“Nanami” you breathed out, swallowing nervously as you looked up at him. You had often thought about what would happen if you met again and you’d played the scenario in so many ways; one where you were cool and calm, another where you cracked a killer one liner; even one where you’d pull him in for a kiss that would ignite the flames of your relationship. Instead, you felt your nerves shoot through your body and you felt like a mess.

“Your hair” you said lamely, reaching a hand up before stopping yourself and letting your fingers curl into your palm in shame “it’s different.”

“Yes” he seemed taken aback by your sudden note on his appearance “I changed it a while ago.”

“It looks nice” you said, feeling warmth flood your cheeks at your pathetic comment “it suits you.” This wasn’t a lie. The shorter cut emphasised the sharpness of his cheekbones, which looked lethal in the dimmed lighting. He was taller too, if only by a little, and broader as well. You hadn’t anticipated that he’d look better after all this time. It made it hard to think coherently.

“Thank you” he said, “you look well too.” Disappointment already tinged in your stomach. He was just as strict with his feelings now as ever before. You both stood there awkwardly for a couple of seconds, wanting to speak and yet not at the same time.

“How’s normal life working out for you?” You asked, hoping your jovial tone would make things less tense.

“Oh. Well, it didn’t” he said, taking a seat on the barstool and pouring himself a glass of wine to join you “I tried to do it, but I couldn’t. Work is shit.”

Your surprised both you and he when you laughed “and what? This is the height of luxury?”

He smiled into his glass “no, it’s shit, as well but at least I’m better at it.” He raised his glass to you to clink “to this sorcery shit.” You smiled too, eagerly charging your glass to meet his. You watched him sip, allowing yourself to really look at him. Your eyes traced over his profile, drinking in the angles of his jawline and the elegant slope of his nose.

“I’m sure Europe was better” he said, making you snap out of your daze “at the very least, the food must have been delicious.”

“Oh, yeah” you said inattentively, thinking about evenings in foreign capitals where you fell asleep over your work with a half empty bowl of ramen next to you.

“It was interesting, and I learned a lot” you said, repeating what you had told everyone “I’m glad I’m home though.” You looked at him to gauge his reaction. His face was impassive as stone as he nodded. Dejected, you swirled the liquid around your glass, unsure of how to proceed.

“You were so adamant about leaving” you found yourself saying, the wine loosening your tongue “I’d never seen you so determined about something before.”

“I thought I knew everything back then” he sighed “I was so sure that I’d turn my back on this and work hard to maintain a normal life with a stable job, and money, and a family to provide for.”

You felt stunned “I didn’t know you wanted a wife and kids.”

He smiled without humour “well, something like that.” You watched wordlessly as he emptied the glass down his throat.

“I guess this line of work makes it hard to have those kinds of things.” You could picture Nanami in your head, in a dark suit and tie as he kissed his wife and child goodbye before going to work. He’d probably be good at it too. Firm but caring as he helped his child with their maths homework or opened a jar for his wife who would cook dinner for him every night. He’d dote on his family too, taking them to the beach and up the mountains or abroad. He’d probably keep a picture of them on his desk at work too. It pained you that he felt he couldn’t have that; let alone that you could never give him that.

He turned to look at you “well that and I knew I couldn’t tie you down like that.”

“Me?” you couldn’t have hidden your shock if you tried.

“You wanted a career” he said plainly “one that involved research into cursed objects and continuing to improve your skills and techniques. I didn’t want to take that away from you.”

“You didn’t even give me a choice” your throat felt hoarse as you grappled with this new truth “you just made that decision for me.” You stood up, feeling woozy on your tipsy legs but determined all the same to get away. You needed air, and the chance to absorb everything you’d heard. All these years you’d assumed he felt nothing for you, and you’d been so embarrassed and upset that you put yourself in self-exile because of it.

“Would you have gone with me if I asked?” he said, following you up the stairs and out of the basement of the bar. The night air was cold and crisp against your hot body.

“Would you really have given up everything because of me?”

“I did give up everything because of you.” You said, turning to clutch the sleeve of his beige blazer, feeling your heart palpitate as your knuckle brushed the skin of his hand. Tears pricked your eyes and you looked down, feeling the rush of emotions you had kept chained away in the shadows rear its head into the light.

“I’m sorry I realised it all too late” he said, and before you could think he had pulled you into a tight embrace. You fought against him at first, wanting to be angry with him for assuming things on your behalf and making you suffer so miserably for so long, but you couldn’t. You gave in, letting your tears blot onto his rich blue shirt. His tie tickled your cheek as he let you press your face into his chest like you used to. His hand automatically began to take small, gentle laps on your back. He whispered his apologies over and over again, finally pressing a tender kiss on the top of your head.

“Nanami” you mumbled, pulling away so you could look up at him. His eyes were piercing as they regarded you. One of his hands remained on your back, whilst the other came up to cup your cheek fondly.

“I love you” he said quietly, pink appearing in his cheeks as he admitted it to you “and I hope it’s not too late to say it, however I’d understand if you didn’t feel the same. I was awful to you.” He opened his mouth to say something else but stopped when you pressed a finger against his soft lips.

“Kento” you said, tasting the way his name sounded for the first time “I love you too.” He took it as permission to lean down, capturing your lips against his in a kiss that you had been dreaming of since you’d met. He was still cautious as always, not wanting to push you too much, but you couldn’t help but enthusiastically pull him closer, standing on the tips of your toes to be closer to him. You shivered when he opened his mouth to take your bottom lip between his own, sucking on the plump skin as you felt a whisper of wind snake around the two of you, depositing fallen petals on your shoulders like confetti.

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Honey Honey! | Oliver Wood x Slytherin!Fem!Reader.

PAIRING: oliver wood x slytherin!fem!reader.

SUMMARY: (Y/N)’s friend takes his plan one step further, determined to get the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and the overthinker slytherin together.

WORD COUNT: 2,032.

PREVIOUS PART: Lay all your love on me.

NEXT PART: When I kissed the teacher.

REQUEST: literally one person asked for a part two and I had to do it. I have in mind another part, and possibly last one, so if anyone is interested let me know!

WARNINGS: I don’t think so.

A/N: Please remember English is not my first language, so there might be some mistakes, you can always correct me and I’ll fix it. And yes, the title is another ABBA song because why not?

I still can’t believe the first part got like 150 notes. Thank you so much!

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Three days after the party in the Ravenclaw Common Room, that same one in which she almost killed one of her best friends, the unexpected happened.

His mouth lifted in a grin, white teeth showing, eyes sparkling with excitement and, at the same time, craziness; Dorian, the one who barely escaped his early death, sat beside them, leaning his body on the big root of a tree near the Black Lake, orange and brown leafs beneath him. The other tree exchanged glances.

The afternoon was about to take an interesting turn. It’s not like he was never happy, but this particular kind of happiness came with blaring red lights, screaming and alerting everyone close enough.

Silently agreeing to ignore the boy’s strange, but not new, behaviour, (Y/N), Isla and Ethan kept working on their assignments. Before any of them could write something on the pieces of parchment, Dorian fakely cleared his throat. None of them looked at him, suppressed smiles on their faces.

(Y/N) had finished writing a sentence for her Charms essay when he tried to catch his friend’s attention again. But now using a different strategy. After the third long sigh that left his mouth, Isla, with lips pressed in a thin line, finally turned her head in his direction.

“Yes, Dorian?,” she said. Her harsh tone rivaling Professor McGonagall’s.

In an impossible way, his grin grew larger, resembling the Cheshire Cat from the classic Alice in Wonderland. Dorian fixed his position, making himself more comfortable against the root, legs stretching (a few inches away from Ethan’s ink bottle), eyes closed and fingers gently hitting each other, taking that typical stance of someone who’s planning something.

“What is it?,” asked Ethan impatiently.

“I come here bearing good news, no, excellent news and you treat me like this?” Always the exaggerated, Dorian feigned a hurt expression, right hand going to his chest and grabbing the part where his heart was placed.

Having enough of his games, (Y/N), who wanted nothing more to finish her paper and take a nap before dinner, decided to step into the conversation. “What excellent news?”

Dorian dropped the wounded act and smiled at her, glaring at the others as if he was saying ‘this is what good friends are supposed to be like’. He changed his posture once more —he really couldn’t stay still—, now sitting closer to them with his legs crossed, hands playing with one of the chocolate sweets Ethan had been trying to transform. The corner of his mouth never lowered.

“Nice to hear you’re interested, my dearest (Y/N), because this concerns you directly.” She regretted ever asking him the minute that answer rolled from his mouth and his dark brown, almost black, eyes shined with mischief. Ethan’s and Isla’s confusion showed through their faces. “I just, like just, saw you know who and he,” Dorian stopped talking when he saw his friend’s disturbed expression. Rolling his eyes —how could they be that dumb?—, he explained. “Not that You-Know-Who, the other one… Ugh, I’m talking about Oliver Wood.”

Their mouths took the shape of an O, realisation finally coming to them.

“He asked me what day you would be free to tutor him, so now, thanks to me, you have a date with Oliver this Saturday morning.”

(Y/N) and the other two stared at him. While Isla and Ethan broke into a fit of thrilled laughs and big smiles, high-fiving Dorian for his “work”, she was trying to control her anger and the words —the majority of them being insults— ready to leave her throat.

Why was he so keen on her and Oliver being together? Why couldn’t they understand that she was not the kind of person who would act on her feelings?

Yes, she had made it obvious that she liked the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, but that didn’t mean she wanted to do something about it. She had always been awkward and, of course, situations with strangers (did she consider him one?) tended to go that way. The girl knew that if something, anything, went wrong with him she would overthink nonstop.

Saying nothing, (Y/N) quickly grabbed her things —a dark blue bag with white dots forming the constellations, the parchment on top of it and the quill on her hand—, stood up and left with a quick step carrying her body, ignoring her friends screaming her name to come back from near the Black Lake’s shore.

Entering the castle, bustling with cheerful students making their way outside to enjoy the warm and sunny afternoon, she decided this was the perfect moment to take that much needed nap, even if she hadn’t finished her assignment yet.

The Slytherin was walking down one of the corridors, this one less transitaded, when she saw the particular crimson fabric of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team’s robes. She lowered her head, hoping it was one of the Chasers or any other member that wasn’t him.

Noticing the person wearing the uniform passed right beside her and didn’t say anything, she sighed in relief.

“(Y/N)?” said a disembodied and sweet voice from behind her. Even if she couldn’t actually see the person calling her name, she knew perfectly who it belonged to.

Bloody hell.

Before turning around to face him, she closed her eyes, preparing herself. She’d never mind his presence, or him calling for her —hell, (Y/N) dreamed of that happening every now and then—, but now was definitely the wrong time for this. She was angry with Dorian for trying to set her up, exhausted from not being able to get used to the routine again and annoyed because of the amount of homework.

Finding his black shoes extremely interesting and intriguing, she murmured a small response.

“Fancy to see you here, I’ve been trying to talk to you since the party but I didn’t want to bother you in class, you always look so focused on the lessons, and with Quidditch practices I couldn’t find you in your free time,” Oliver continued. He had been trying to reach her? Her? “I found Dorian instead and he said you were free to tutor me on Saturday morning. If you can’t or don’t want to or whatever, you don’t have to. I know I should have talked to you first, but I didn’t see you anywhere and I was getting desperate because I can’t lose this opportunity and… and I’m rambling a lot, sorry.” He stopped tapping his thumb against his broomstick’s handle.

All at once, the feeling, more like an intuition, that he could be nervous around her engulfed (Y/N), spreading a warm sensation through her body.

She wanted to say no, even when this was the chance she’d wanted for too long but (Y/N) knew herself. The endless overthinking that she’ll have to endure before, during and after their “study date” —what if she was a horrible tutor?; what if he didn’t understand anything she’d said?; what if she wasn’t good enough?; what if he never wanted to speak to her again after it?; what if he failed and blamed it on her?; what if all this was a big and cruel joke?, would he do that to her, to anyone?—.

She really did want to say no, but how could she when he looked like that? Upper lip biting nervously on the bottom one, his cheeks of a rosy colour, constantly shifting his body’s weight, fingers fidgeting.

“I, um, of course, no problem,” she assured.

Why did she have to be such a people pleaser?

And why did she have to like him so much that when he smiled, relieved because of the answer, her heart stopped for a second and her stomach turned upside down?

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(Y/N) was sure Oliver had never wanted to revise Transformation so early on a Saturday, especially when his team was just a few hours away from playing their first Quidditch match of the season. She wasn’t so thrilled either, weekends were the only days she had to sleep till lunch, her roommates knowing that waking her up before one in the afternoon would lead to a pissed (Y/N) and no one liked that version of herself.

“Look, we can reschedule if you want,” she said after watching him fail once more at conjuring birds from the tip of his wand, “you are worried about the match and that’s making it impossible for you to focus on this.”

The Gryffindor glanced at her through his eyelashes, a frustrated look in his eyes —(Y/N) couldn’t figure out if it was because he was losing his time here with her while he could be training with his team one last time or because the only thing coming out of his wand were yellow feathers—.

Running both hands across his face, he replied, “I-I don’t want you to waste your time, but I suck at Transfiguration and we haven’t even started with Potions, which is worse, and you make it seem so easy because you’re amazing at this. But I’m not and Professor MgGonagall said that if…”.

For someone who had a brave and confident exterior, Oliver Wood did ramble quite a lot.

“I know what MgGonagall said,” (Y/N) interrupted, choosing to ignore the part where he complimented her, “and you are not wasting my time, Oliver. I agreed to help you, remember?” He nodded his head slowly, watching his hands. (Y/N) thought he looked like a kid getting reprimanded. “Now, try one more time.”

And one more time he failed, yellow canary feathers falling down to the floor, joining Oliver’s past attempts at mastering the Bird-Conjuring Charm.

She saw him scratch his forehead with his eyes closed and lips barely visible because of the way he was biting on them.

“You’re not doing the correct hand movement, I think that’s why it isn’t working,” (Y/N) noticed, “look, give me your hand.” She grabbed his right hand, the one holding his wand, delicately, fingers barely touching the skin. Taking his wrist and positioning herself on Oliver’s side, she showed him how to do accurate motion. “And you just say Avis.”

The next time he did the incantation, a loud blast, pretty much like the sound of a gun being fired, resonated throughout the place. Once the smoke dissipated, several yellow birds flew from the tip of his wand to the empty classroom they were practising in. Twittering and chirping filled the room, but as quickly as they did, they became background noise when Oliver let out a loud laugh at his achievement.

He turned around, a big grin on his face and brightness in his eyes, now a completely different person. She smiled at him, his excitement starting to feel contagious.

“See, you don’t have to be so hard on yourself,” (Y/N) murmured. If only she’d take her own advice. “I think you’re good to go and-and do whatever you do before a Quidditch match.”

“Thank you, for agreeing to this.”

She shook her head, the corners of her mouth slightly going up. “No problem.”

Oliver walked towards the door and before he opened it, the boy asked, “will I see you at the match?”

“Maybe.”

“Nice, it’ll be good to see you there,” he’d smiled at her one last time and left the unused classroom.

Biting down the nail on her thumb, (Y/N) let out a silly giggle, one of those that only escape people’s mouth when they are drunk or can’t get that one person out of their minds. Perhaps she was reading into this situation the wrong way, but for just a tiny moment she didn’t care. She enjoyed the warm feeling on her stomach, as if a ton of thestrals had suddenly decided to fly across it, and the erratic pace of her heart every time Oliver would glance at her or say anything remotely kind.

Then the realisation came and with it, tangled like some kind of broken and dark creature, her severely damaged pride. She had to admit to Dorian’s face that he was, in fact, correct and that his ridiculous plan may actually work.

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