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ccbunnv · 2 months

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idk how these ask thingys work, so bare with

i was thinking of a bill and tom x fem!reader who both share an interest with her and take her to a hotel room, kinda based on Reden?

Could u do it with Bill n Tom when they were both 19? tysm <33 🤍🎀

i daydream abt this sometimes >.<!!

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 kaulitz twins x fem! reader smut

"are you sure I should do this?" you ask your friend nervously, playing with the hem of your bebe shirt.

"duh!" your friend replies enthusiastically, "they gave you the room number, what else?!"

"I'm not sure," you sigh, "I'm not a groupie and all that, I..."

"just a night won't deem you as a groupie, y/n," she sighs, pushing you over to the lobby door, "c'mon, it'll be fun!"

well, you won't deny the excitement in your heart. you purse your lips before mumbling, "okay, fine! I'll do it!"

"atta girl!" she cheers, "okay, hold on a minute..."

she reaches into her purse and pulls out a lip gloss, and an atomizer with her favourite perfume. she says softly, "pucker up..."

you do so, and she helps you apply the lip gloss. then, you press your lips together to spread the gloss better. she then sprays the perfume all over you, making you cough.

she looks around you for a little bit, before snapping her fingers and handing you a hair tie. she says, "tie your hair up."

"what? why?" you ask, clearly confused.

"it's more sexy that way!" she giggles, "just do as I say!"

you sigh and do so, pulling your hair back and tying it up. you leave your bangs aside to avoid looking like an egg, clearly you wouldn't want to look like that when you're meeting your idols.

she squeals excitedly and says, "go! tell me how it was, okay?!"

you inhale and exhale, before entering the hotel. the inside is lavish, filled with ceramic pots that look like it could cost you an arm and a leg, decorated with faux flowers.

your feet take you to the reception counter, and with almost zero confidence in your voice, you ask, "hi, um, do you know where room 483 is?"

"hm? oh, yeah. it's to your left, down the hallway and take the elevator to the eleventh floor." the receptionist answers with a smile.

you nod your head as a form of thanks before following her directions to the room. you reach the elevator and press the eleventh floor.

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it takes you a little while, but you soon reach. standing before the oak wood door with the numbers '483' hanging there, menacingly, your heart quickens its beats.

there's light seeping through the gap of the door, so there should be someone inside...hopefully. swallowing your anxiety, you ring the door bell to the room.

"Bill! Geh und hol die Tür! (Bill! go get the door!)" a muffled voice calls out from the other side.

"Du bist näher an der Tür, Idiot! (you're closer to the door, idiot!)" another refutes.

"Ja, aber ich bin gerade erst aus der Dusche gekommen! Ich kann die Tür nicht öffnen, während ich nur ein Handtuch um die Hüfte trage, oder? (Yeah, but I just got out of the shower! I can't open the door with just a towel around my waist, can I?)" the voice scowls.

"Du hattest vor ein paar Monaten kein Problem damit! (You had no problem with it a few months ago!)" the other one grumbles before opening the door with a huff.

upon seeing you, his face drops from an annoyed on to a smirk. he mumbles, "well, well, look what we have here."

his eyes scan you up and down, making you feel a tad bit bashful. his eyes settle on the cleavage that's exposed by your v-neck shirt, and he giggles.

"Tom! Sieh dir das an… (Tom! come look...)" he says aloud.

"Was? ist es ein Groupie? deins oder meins? (What? is it a groupie? yours or mine?)" Tom says, walking over with a lousily worn baggy shirt and a pair of sweatpants. upon seeing you, his face turns into a smirk just like his twin's.

his tongue plays with the cold steel piercing on his bottom lip, his eyes studying your body. he eventually says, "you wanna come in?"

"uh, sure!" you respond, trudging in after Tom. Bill shuts the door and locks it once you enter.

"so, uh..." you look around the room. it's relatively messy, but it's not like you mind it.

"sit, sit." Bill says softly, sitting onto one of the two beds and patting the spot beside him.

"you want something to drink?" Tom asks as you sit next to Bill.

"um...what is there?" you ask apprehensively.

"cola, sprite, the works...there's wine, if you drink." he grins.

"oh, I'll just take a cola..." you say quietly.

he reaches into the minibar refrigerator and brings out a can of cold cola, opening the tab and pouring you a glass.

you take the glass when he hands it to you, and drink it down. the carbonation fizzes in your throat as it grows awkwardly silent.

"so, what's your name?" Tom asks, sitting on his bed.

"it's y/n, uh...y/n l/n." you smile at them.

Bill chuckles, "aren't you cute?"

"don't scare her, Bill." Tom snickers, "I suppose you already know us?"

"um, yeah!" you laugh a little.

"so, y/n, what do you think about our concert today?" Bill asks softly, "was it fun?"

"yeah! it's actually my first concert, I'm glad I got to come..." you respond as he stands and sits next to Tom.

"oh, we're stoked to be the first band concert you attend." Tom says with his signature smile. you can't help but grow shy.

"so, do you have a favourite song?" Bill asks softly.

"I like Reden." you say, shrugging.

"it's a fan favourite isn't it?" Tom chimes, looking over at Bill.

Bill grins and says, "well of course it is."

Tom turns his head back at you and it takes him a while before asking, "do you have a favourite member?"

"me...member?" you repeat.

"yeah. among the four of us, who do you like the most?" Bill explains.

"I guess, um..." you look at your thighs, your hands turning the cold glass of cola in your hands.

"is it Gustav?" Tom asks, and you shake your head no.

"Georg?" Bill follows up, and you respond with a head shake as well.

"hm..." they smirk, "well it's either one of us."

you keep silent, not knowing what to say.

"come on, don't be shy." Bill says softly, walking over to you and tilting your head upwards, "it's okay, I know Tom can deal with a rejection."

"what makes you think you're her favourite, huh?" Tom comments snarkily, sitting next to you and bringing an arm protectively around your waist.

"well it's up for her to decide." Bill grumbles, "who do you like the most?"

"I don't know..." you finally reply after a little while, "I like both of you...?"

this renders them silent, before Bill finally cracks up. as he wipes away his tears of laughter, he says, "we were just playing with you, y/n! it's okay."

Tom sighs and pats your head, while Bill looks around. he then snaps his fingers, "hey, how about we play a game?"

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"uh..." you bite your lower lip as you think of an answer to the question the twins thought up of.

the game went like this: they gave a question and if you couldn't answer, you had to strip a piece of your clothing.

you had taken off your bracelets, your kandi, your socks...almost everything off. now you're left in your bra and panties.

Tom and Bill on the other hand...Tom had his shirt taken off and Bill had both his jacket and shirt off.

"three," Bill starts a countdown, his voice nonchalant.

"two..." Tom continues, staring at you up and down.

"one!" Bill cheers, "take off one thing."

you blush, panicking rather silently on the inside.

"c'mon, don't be a quitter." Bill giggles, sitting upright.

you think of a way to maneuver your way around the consenquences, and you eventually succeed in doing so. you take off the hair tie keeping your hair in a high ponytail, letting it fall onto your shoulder.

"hey! that doesn't count!" Bill huffs.

"it does! it's a piece of my clothing!" you chime playfully.

"hey, how about instead of clothes, it's a kiss instead?" Tom asks, smiling, "everytime you can't answer, you have to give us a kiss."

you narrow your eyes at Tom and he shrugs, smiling. thinking about it, a kiss is better than stripping bare, so you nod in agreement.

"alright then, next question!" Bill says, "y/n, do you have a favourite subject?"

absolutely not. you cannot answer this because truth is, there is not one single subject you like other than after school. you find yourself unable to answer the question.

the countdown begins again, this time much faster than the last. Bill cheers, "you didn't answer! now you have to give one of us a kiss."

"on the cheek?" you ask nervously.

"on the lips." Tom chides.

you bite your lower lip, wondering if you should do it or not. positive side is that, these are your idols and you'd definitely kiss them. negative side is that, you have no kissing experience.

so you decide to stomach your shame and crawl over to Bill. you lean in close and give him a quick peck to his lips, which makes both twins pause in their spots.

they never actually thought you'd do it. after all, you were so shy around them, it was probably a 20% chance of you thinking about kissing them and a 10% chance of actually kissing them.

as you pull away shyly, Bill's hand grips your forearm and he, with a dangerous glint in his eyes, says with a smile, "that can't be all."

he stands and pushes you against his bed, and your stomach churns as you realise what's about to happen. you feel a familiar sensation in your lower abdomen, your body shaking with excitement.

Tom snickers and says, "you don't mind me joining in, right?"

you stammer, "y...you? two of you? I don't think I can..."

"oh, hush." Bill smirks, lying down next to you on his side, "you'll do perfect, I know you will."

he slowly presses the pad of his thumb against your cunt, feeling it seep through the fabric of your panties. he leans down and captures your lips in a soft, comforting kiss.

Tom's hand reaches in and they wrap themselves around your soft, plush thighs, spreading them open to reveal the wetness in between.

"eager." he comments, licking his lips. this draws a blush to your cheeks, your mind twisting and turning with embarrassment as he says so.

you really felt dirty from how easily you were letting them fuck you, but c'mon, who wouldn't?

Bill removes his hand from your pussy, and with a swift tug, he somehow managed to unclip your bra and tear it off your body. he doesn't even hesitate in throwing it on the floor.

the cold air stiffens your sensitized nipples, and without warning, Bill wraps his lips around one of them, his tongue brushing against the bud while his other hand draws circles around your areola.

you whimper softly while you feel Tom tug your panties off. before you know it, he had gotten in between your legs and delved straight into your cunt like a man starved.

his tongue delves into your entrance, his nose nuzzling into your cunny, eliciting a moan from you. he ate you out like he had been depraved for so, so long.

his hands grip your thighs, digging into the flesh and leaving dark red, crescent-shaped marks onto your skin. he pulls away from your entrance, a string of your nectar and his saliva connecting his tongue to your hole.

his eyes stare upwards at you, and your breath hitches. he dips back in between your thighs and wraps his lips around your clit, suckling on it and pressing his tongue against it.

you gasp and reach down, grabbing his dreads that was pulled up into a ponytail...but without his usual cap and headband. meanwhile, Bill had his attention focused entirely on your tits.

he's an ass person, no doubt, and as much as he'd love to fondle that butt of yours, your breasts just looked too good to not be pampered.

his tongue presses against your nipple, while his other hand squeezes the bud and tugs on it, which just makes you confused from the pleasure. it's just your tits, so why the fuck do you feel so good?

the contrast of the cold hotel room and the warmth of his mouth was making you dizzy. plus the fact that Tom was eating you out like an all you can eat buffet just made you feel overstimulated.

your legs trembling as you grip the bedsheets harder, your head tilting backwards and your back arching off the bed was a tell-tale sign that you were about to cum.

Tom moans in satisfaction, sending a vibration of pleasure coursing through your veins. you buck your hips upwards, trying to get more but he settles you down via pulling them back down against the bed.

Bill leaves your nipples alone, grinning as he sees them all puffy and wet with his saliva. his teeth begin to nip at your breast, his hand groping your other breast and squeezing it.

he bites and licks, sucking on your flesh until it left a fresh purple bruise there. he seems so proud of his work that he decides to leave a couple more on your tits.

Tom's tongue finds its way back into your pussy and that was the last straw. you let a string of whines leave your lips as you squirm around in his stern grip, your orgasm washing over you while he drinks up every last drop you could offer.

once you had come down from your high, the twins pull away from you. just when you thought it's over, they prove you wrong. they begin to undress, agonizingly slowly.

you can't handle another minute more, but they seem to enjoy teasing you. they finish with taking off the basics, but you're too impatient for them to take their underwear off.

you quickly scramble to sit upright, facing the tents in their boxers. the saliva accumulating in your mouth is quickly swallowed down while you processed the sheer size of their restricted cocks.

Tom had a toned body, fit with a slim waist, broad shoulders, and a happy trail that lead down to the treasure within his underwear. Bill on the other hand, he was more lean but god, that v-line could kill.

you know for a fact someone would be paying to be in your place for even a second right now. Tom grabs ahold of you and spins you onto your tummy, making sure you're in a comfortable position. you watch tentatively as Bill slides his thumb into the rim of his boxers, his hands pressing against the front while he shimmies the underwear off his hips in an agonisingly slow motion.

you can't help it anymore. you needed it, and badly.

Bill's dick juts out of his boxers, hard and leaking with pre cum. each vein crawls to his tip, glossy with his own arousal. your tongue finds it place on the underside of his shaft, licking upwards kittenishly which elicits an erotic moan from the back of his throat.

you soon feel something hard press against your lower back, in between your ass. it slowly glides up and down, and a soft groan exits from behind you. you crane your head slightly to find Tom's dick already out of his calvin klein, and him teasing himself on your skin.

you swallow thickly, wondering if you could take him in. but you digress and move your attention back onto the leaking cock right in front of your face. you lick your lips to wet it, before propping yourself on your hands and knees.

Bill's hand ventures to your hand and he whispers, "alright, you ready, good girl?"

you nod, excited yet anxious. he prods the tip of his cock against your lips, drawing it along the slit. slowly, he pushes only the tip in, just for a little taste.

you press your tongue against his manhood, licking upwards and pulling away just to suck on it briefly. you look up at him, expecting praise, but the expression on his face is enough for your own warmth to pool into your lower abdomen.

he hisses, his perfectly manicured hand running through your hair before settling on the back of your head. before you had a chance to retaliate, he shoved his dick into your mouth.

the head of his cock hits the back of your throat and it makes you gag, your throat convulsing. he only moans louder, throwing his head back. your moans and pants send vibrations along his veins that simply bring him more pleasure.

slowly, he pulls back and thrusts it back in once more. your tongue lies dormant on the bottom of your mouth while he fucks your face, finding pleasure in seeing your eyes roll back.

but you're quickly brought back to reality when you feel something enter you. you were so wet, Tom didn't need any extra lubrication to simply shove it in.

a moan tears through your throat, which in turn makes Bill grunt in delight. you feel something in your stomach, a hardened tip prodding at your womb whilst it enters and exits as it wills.

the sound of wet skin slapping against eachother is doubled as Tom fucks you from the back, enjoying the image of your ass shake as he thrusts into you roughly.

you can't keep up with the pace, your hands are growing sore, and you're sure you're sinking into the bed. your body feels hot and your heart thunders within your chest. your jaw aches from Bill continuously fucking it with his girthy length...

you've never really taken into account on how big they could be. was it even human at this point?

well, whatever. who cares, right...?

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it's been three hours. condoms litter the floor but the twins have yet to be tired out. your body is sticky with both their and your fluids, and you've lost count at how many times you've cum already.

the bed sheets below are absolutely soaked, but the twins don't even care about that. your hands wrap around Tom's cock and lazily, you stroke him up and down. the gloss of your cum and his mixed together froths at his base, creating a white circle.

you swallow thickly as your hands loses its rhythms from Bill's fervent fucking into your spent pussy. your cunt ached from how much it was being stretched, and you were sure that your insides had already memorised each and every vein of the twins' cocks.

Tom hisses and grasps your head, pulling it back so you can face him. his face holds a devilish grin as he asks, "keep going, pretty girl."

you seal your lips and continue your handjob, but once more, it loses rhythm as Bill hits a spot within you. Tom sighs softly, slowly combing your hair back and reaching it to push back the wet strands that stick to your face.

"again, go on." he says with a smirk.

Bill snickers and you jolt awake when you feel his hand smack against your already red ass. the pain is short-lived, and what follows up is a warm pleasure on your skin.

you continue stroking Tom while Bill fucks you, and your hands grow frantic as you near your own climax. your hips jolt and your insides squeeze Bill, as if milking him for his own cum.

"relax girl...we're on our last condom. don't wanna break it now, hm?" he jeers at you, but you're too fucked out to give a damn.

you whine softly, swaying your hips left and right for him. he only laughs and spanks you once more, and a groan leaves your kiss-bitten, red lips.

Tom tilts his head back, his own groans and grunts growing louder by the minute as he nears his orgasm. his cock twitches in your hands, his chest heaving up and down fervently. his arms flex while he grips the blanket, about to accept his climax.

you're close yourself too, the motion of your hands tell you that much. your spine curves, as if welcoming Bill for a deeper position as if he wasn't already balls-deep inside you already.

your insides squeeze him as much as you can, your thighs tremble as it grows stickier from the juices that leak out of your cunt.

Bill moans softly as he nears his own. each thrust of his hips only grows even more frantic while he fucks deeper into you, as if desperate to get you pregnant.

his hands grip your ass even tighter, his teeth grinding against eachother as his pretty black eyeliner run down his gorgeous, pleasure-filled face. it's almost unfair how hot he is.

with a loud scream, you ride out your final orgasm as Bill's ragged thrusting brings you to a pleasure so intense that your entire vision blackens. white spots slowly appear and it's a short while before you finally regain your senses.

by the time you did, Tom had already came. ropes of his thick cum leaks out of his tip, slowly running down his cock and in between the seams of your fingers. the viscous liquid covers his dick in a sheer gloss.

you feel Bill pulling out with you and he sighs tiredly, pulling the condom off his dick slowly so it doesn't spill everywhere. your legs wobble before you completely fall, but Tom's there to catch you.

he pulls you into his arms and his voice coos gently, "that's a good girl...mhm, it felt good?"

you nod tiredly.

Bill smiles as he ties the condom, and throws it onto the carpeted floor for the maid tomorrow morning to clean. he climbs next to Tom and slowly, he strokes your thighs in hopes of soothing them.

you're exhausted, you can barely even support your head upwards for even a minute. Tom's smile is just like Bill's as he supports your head for you. he kisses your forehead, "just go to sleep, pretty girl."

"don't worry," Bill adds, "we'll be here till you wake."

and with their softspoke words, a sort of warmth courses through you and before you even know it, you've passed out in Tom's arms.

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gudetamaworld · 2 years

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ask me again~

pairing ‣ niki x fem reader ( to avoid confusion, niki and y/n are the maknaes of their friend groups and are the same age)

ft all of enhypen, yeseo (kep1er) & yuna (itzy) ~assume school has started for only a month or two, so certain stuff (like classmates) has only been lightly established

genre ‣ fluff , slight angst

warnings ‣ none!

wc ‣ 4.2k+ (my longest fic yet TT)

a/n ‣ i worked really hard on this one so i rlly hope you guys enjoy! also ty guys sm, meeting niki got more posts than i thought it would, so expect a full storyline soon! thank you guys and have fun reading <3

the sound of electronic music blasting through the room made my head hurt.

"can we leave?" i whined, facing my friends. sunoo looked at me sympathetically, and yuna gave me a look.

"your cool older friends are taking you to your first party, and you want to leave?" yuna shook her head. "remember, we also have to find you a hot first date. i'm tired of seeing you stay at home on the weekends, reading fanfics."

"hey, not fair!" i grumbled.

"what about that guy? he dresses well." sunoo pointed.

"jake? no way, he's in my year. plus i heard he's a playboy. we want someone nice and sweet, that matches y/n's energy." yuna explained.

we were getting closer to the end of the party, and yuna and sunoo's efforts were pitiful.

"screw it. we're trying again at another party next week," yuna groaned. she disappeared into the kitchen for a bit, and i had nowhere to go.

i got a drink and sat on the porch, waiting so yuna could drive me home.

"is this spot taken?" a guy asked, smiling at me.

"no, no. go ahead." i blushed furiously, hoping the darkness would make it less noticable.

"what are you doing out here alone? it's chilly, you might catch a cold." he said, looking at me.

"i'm just waiting for a friend. and it's not the arctic, i'll survive," i joked. still, he put his jacket around my shoulders. i couldn't help but notice he was sitting so close, our thighs were touching.

we talked some more and i found out his name was niki. we were in the same grade (how did i never notice him before?).

i suddenly got a text from sunoo:

you ok? yuna's still in the kitchen, we can leave if u want rn

i quickly texted him back and turned off my phone, not wanting to break my conversation with niki.

"is that your boyfriend?" he asked.

"sunoo? nah, he's like my brother. he was just asking where i was." i explained.

"oh." he said.

we talked for a bit more, until he saw the time.

"i had no idea it was this late. do you live close? i can walk you home."

"my friends are giving me a ride, so it's okay." internally, i screamed.

"oh- um, your jacket. here," i took it off, and i was suddenly aware of how cold i was without it. he noticed, of course.

"keep it for now. you look good in it, too," he said.

"thanks," i mumbled. why was i so awkward?

niki leaned over just a little to kiss me on the forehead. he was so close, i could count the moles on his face.

"i'll see you around, yeah?" niki asked, smiling once more. and then he left.

"earth to y/n? hello?" yuna waved her hand in my face, scaring me.

"ack! yuna, what the hell?" i said.

"you were standing there like a deer in headlights. we're leaving, finally." sunoo said, behind her.

"i-i was?" i asked, dumbfounded.

"who's jacket is that?" yuna frowned, looking at the black jacket draped around me.

"no. don't tell me." sunoo gasped, immediately giggling and teasing me.

"the jacket? y/n spaced out? she was here the rest of the night, with a guy! i knew we hadn't dragged her along for nothing, yuna!" he said, clapping his hands.

"maybe. i dunno. his name was niki." i said, sighing.

yuna gasped.

"niki? the kid that barely shows up to school? no. freaking. way." she said.

"what? you wanted me to find someone, right? well i was able to do it on my own, thank you very much." i said proudly.

"right, but you found niki. there's a difference," yuna sighed.

"what do you mean? he was nice when we talked," i shrugged.

"have you seen his friend group, y/n?" sunoo asked.

"well, no."

"y/n, they will eat you alive," yuna begged.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"jake, the playboy, is like his brother. and there's jay, and heeseung, who take cute girls like you and destroy their hearts!" yuna whined.

"what? no way. niki's not like that. just because you hear things, doesn't mean they're true, yuna," i shook my head.

"fiine. but we're warning you. we just don't want to see you heartbroken over a guy," yuna explained.

"i finally spoke to her!" niki rushed to his hyungs, who were sitting around the couch.

"i still can't get over how goody two shoes she sounds," jay said.

"jay, shut up. so how'd it go with y/n?" heeseung said, smirking at his younger friend.

"she's just as nice and pretty as i thought. her hair smelled good, too," niki said thoughtfully.

"perv!" jake threw a pillow at niki, laughing.

"hey!" niki blushed, thinking of his kiss on your forehead. was it too awkward? too natural? could y/n suspect that he had been crushing on her for a month, from afar?

"did you get her number, at least?" jake asked.

"well, no. but she has my jacket, so i'll have to see her some time or another," niki said proudly.

"this means you'll be showing up to school more often, right?" jungwon asked. he was the responsible one in the friend group, and was growing increasingly concerned by niki's frequent absences.

"i guess." niki shrugged, wanting to avoid this topic.

"you can't do this forever, you know. you have to graduate before comitting to your dream- at least show up enough to get your degree. i can't have you spending the rest of highschool in a studio." jungwon frowned.

"what are you, my dad?" niki joked.

"he's right, you know." heeseung spoke softly.

"okay, fine. maybe i will," niki said. how did the mood turn upside down?

"psst! did you do the weekend homework, y/n?" i felt a tap on my shoulder from behind. i turned around to see yeseo looking urgently.

"yeah, i-" i stifled a gasp. a couple rows behind yeseo was niki, from the night before.

"uh, yeah, i did. here, take a look if you need." i passed the paper to yeseo, slowly turning back around. even when facing the board, i could feel his eyes staring at the back of my head. what was happening? school hadn't started long enough for me to notice all my classmates yet, much less would i notice someone who hid in the back corner. was niki always in math class with me?

brrrring! the bell rang, and it was lunch time. i quickly caught up to niki before he could slip out of class.

"niki- remember me? y/n? the party from the weekend?" i smiled awkwardly at him.

"of course!" he smiled brightly.

"your jacket is in my locker somewhere. wanna walk with me to get it? i asked nervously.

"yeah, lets go!" he said.

seriously, i was oblivious to some things, but there could have been no way i missed niki's presence at school. even when we walked through the halls, his giant self towered over the students. that's how tall he was.

"how come i haven't seen you at school often?" i asked him.

"oh, well, i have busy extracurriculars, and i'm in this training thing. no biggie, just causes me to miss school sometimes." he explained lightly.

"oh. well, here we are." i opened my locker to reveal his jacket. i reached in to grab it and give it to him.

"thanks!"

"yeah, no prob. thanks for letting me borrow it."

"of course! also, i almost forgot. can i get your number?" he touched the back of his neck and looked away, while handing me his phone. this shyness wasn't something i could have guessed was in him. i typed it in and we said our goodbyes, and i made my way to the cafeteria.

"niki is in math with me and yeseo." i dropped my backpack and lunch onto the table i shared with yeseo and sunoo.

"what?" yuna and sunoo said, simultaniusly.

"of course! you didn't notice, y/n? he shows up like, once a week, but he's been in our class for a bit." yeseo casually said.

and then i explained the whole party thing to yeseo, with yuna and sunoo filling in.

"so that explains why he was staring at you the whole time." yeseo spoke.

"well, yeah," i said, blushing.

"so? do you like him?" yeseo asked.

"i don't know yet! maybe? he's nice though, like really nice."

sunoo nodded, softening up.

"i know jungwon, who's in his friend group. niki sounds okay, actually." sunoo shrugged. "but there is jake, who yuna mentioned at the party. he's good friends with niki, and we all know the rumors about how he likes to lead girls on." sunoo frowned.

"niki wouldn't play me like that. haven't i told you guys, how sweet he is?" i explained.

"well, i think he's cute. kind of scary and intimidating, 'cause all he wears is black, but he'd be good for you y/n," yeseo said.

"another full marks. good job, y/n." i heard my teacher say, handing me back my math test.

before class ended, mr. lee called me over to his desk. i noticed niki was there, too.

"y/n over here has been doing exceptionally well in math recently."

"thank you, sir." i said quietly.

"would you mind tutoring for this student, y/n?" mr.lee pointed to niki, standing quietly and playing with his hands.

he proceeded to explain to me the extra credit points, involved, timing, and all of that boring stuff. this time, niki didn't smile at me, not once.

around evening i decided to text him.

y/n: so tutoring, huh?

he responded almost immediately.

niki: yeah y/n: my place at 6? niki: k

was this really the same niki from before? he was being weirdly dry in our texts.

"well, you wanted to get close to her, right?" heeseung said sympathetically.

"but not like this! besides, nationals is coming up. will i even have time for tutoring?" niki groaned.

6 oclock came, and niki was running late. he had stayed in the practice studio for longer than expected.

"aeri, i gotta go."

"10 more minutes. we gotta get this move perfect, if we wanna win," the girl aeri said.

"alright," niki said.

i paced around, suddenly a nervous wreck. did i give niki the right address? did he forget it was today, or should i remind him that he's late? i ended up deciding against it, not wanting to show that i was bothered. if he wasn't going to show up, that would be him and mr. lee's problem, not mine.

minutes later, i heard the doorbell.

i opened the door to see niki sweating like he just ran a marathon.

"you're late."

"i know, i'm sorry, i got caught up with something."

"it's fine. we'll study in my room, so bring your stuff." i tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, but niki looked genuinely sorry, so i didn't want to press matters.

the tutoring went surprisingly well, although it seemed niki always had something else on his mind. there was no doubt he was a smart kid. his absences from school obviously resulted in his bad grades in math, not because he was dumb.

these tutoring sessions started to happen more and more often. and niki only showed up late a couple times afterwards, but we got closer, and i found out why.

niki was training to be a professional dancer once highschool was over. he had been dancing his whole life. all the late night practices in the studio, missing school, and even nationals, it was for his dream.

niki yawned.

"practice today was four hours. can we just hang out, y/n? let's pick this up the next tutoring sesion." niki flopped on my bed. i laughed, seeing how small my bed looked all of a sudden, compared to him.

"okay, fine." i wanted to be more understanding, since i knew nationals was coming up for niki. like he read my thoughts, he said,

"y/n. come watch me perform at nationals." his eyes were half closed, and i was worried he would fall asleep.

i was taken aback. dance was something of a secret to the people around niki. people like yuna just thought niki was bad news, skipping school for fun, but it wasn't like that. that's why i had begun to understand that dance was a sensitive topic for niki. getting an invite from him was something i couldn't have expected.

"if you want me to, i'll totally come."

"of course i do, y/n," niki whispered. we were so close i could hear his breathing.

was now the time, niki thought? to tell y/n how he felt, and had felt even before they met at the party?

"y/n, i have to tell you something."

"yeah?"

niki took a deep breath.

"yn, i-" and suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"mooom," i whined, seeing my mother come through the door.

"niki! oh my goodness! y/n told me all about you, i didn't know you were here tonight!" my mom waved to niki, bringing a plate of apples.

"here. you two can share the snack while you study," she said.

"actually, it's okay ms. y/l/n, i was about to head out."

"oh! i see. well, if you haven't eaten dinner yet, we have leftovers, feel free to have y/n give you some to take home."

"thank you so much."

niki started packing his things. i was worried, had i said something wrong? then niki started reaching into his backpack, digging for something. he pulled out two pieces of crumpled paper and handed it to me.

his ears were bright red.

"these are tickets. bring a friend, like sunoo, or someone. nationals is next week. come cheer me on," he said all this very fast, like he was trying to get over it.

i didn't know how to answer, so i stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek to say yes. i quickly looked away, so he wouldn't notice how red my face was.

"and what were you gonna say to me earlier, niki?" i asked.

"oh, i dunno. i forgot," he mumbled shyly.

"that's okay. ask me again, when it comes to your mind," i said

"this is a good idea, right?" i asked sunoo.

"sure." sunoo munched on a popsicle as we sat on the bus, on the way to niki's dance academy.

niki had been at the studio all week preparing for nationals. nationals was in one day, and i wanted to surprise him by bringing him some ice cream before the big day. i brought sunoo along for emotional support.

sunoo and i got off the bus and arrived.

"wow. your boyfriend must be good at dancing," sunoo said, looking at the huge studio building.

"he's not my boyfriend!" i blushed (although maybe i wanted him to be).

"sure, that's why he's so nice to you for no reason." sunoo rolled his eyes.

i looked at the studio company, and it was huge. like a professional entertainment company.

we entered, and there was a lady at the front desk.

"excuse me, what studio room is riki nishimura in?" i asked.

"sorry, no visitors allowed," she said in a monotone voice.

i looked at sunoo pleadingly, what do i do?

"actually, she's niki's girlfriend. it'll just be a quick second, she has to deliver something." sunoo said, pointing at me.

"oh. in that case, you have fifteen minutes. you're lucky, the dancers have a tight schedule today but they're on break right now," she explained.

i got my visitors badge and sunoo gave me a thumbs up. i shook my head at him.

"was lying the right move for this?" i whispered at sunoo.

"pshhh! it was hardly a lie. plus it's for the greater good. and don't be nervous! you've known niki for a while now. i'll be here, waiting for you."

"okay," i said, still getting a bad feeling from it all.

i made my way through the huge halls. i now understood why niki had taken his dancing so seriously at the academy. it looked like an expensive company, training the elite of the elite.

i found the room, and i could see niki through the tinted window. i didn't push open the door yet, because i saw that he was alone in the room with a girl. they were talking about something i couldn't hear.

they seemed to be talking in hushed voices, but i couldn't see the girl's face. but niki's face was serious and concentrated, looking at the girl.

and then niki hugged her, and stroked her hair. i didn't want to see the rest so i backed away and left.

"so? was he tooootally surprised?" sunoo looked at me excitedly, as i walked out of the hall. then he noticed that the icecream was still in my hand. i hadn't given it to niki, and it was starting to melt.

"oh dear," sunoo mumbled.

i could feel tears welling up as i explained to sunoo what i saw.

"that thing i agreed, about visiting niki being a good idea? i take that back," sunoo said.

"thanks, sun," i laughed halfheardetly. "yuna was right. niki is bad news," i choked.

"but you liked him so much! yuna's a drama queen, okay? well, i am too, but think about it before you jump to conclusions. i know jungwon, and i just don't think jungwon and his friends are the type of people to do this. yes, even jake."

"sunoo, i dunno." i looked down at my hands.

"i'm sure niki cares about you, either way. he opened up to you, and even asked you to see him perform. jungwon told me that he and his friends, jay, sunghoon, and all the others, have to beg niki to bring them to nationals every year. don't just drop niki like that, y/n," sunoo said.

"i don't know. it looks like he dropped me first," i whispered.

From niki:

ur coming right? y/n? hellooooo? ticket reception is starting soon i don't see u yet y/n?

i looked at his messages, head still blurry from yesterday. could niki really be this evil, stringing me along, probably like he was doing to the other girl at his studio? sure, we weren't dating, but we were friends. and do friends kiss each other once or twice? was i crazy to think we were more than that?

and suddenly i got a text from sunoo:

sunoo: im at your door y/n: WTAF?? sunoo: im driving u to see niki perform y/n: KIM SUNOO.

i threw on my bag and rushed out the door to meet sunoo.

"you're kidding. even after what he did to me, you're still taking us to see him perform?" i folded my shoulders at sunoo, who was waiting for me in his car.

"listen, i talked to jungwon. i'm-we're sure you got it wrong. i don't know what you saw, but we know niki likes you, like, really likes you. plus niki's kind of freaking out that you're not there right now. jungwon told me," sunoo explained.

"jungwon said this, jungwon said that. have you ever thought that niki, never once, tried explaining these things to me? why do i have to hear it secondhand through two other people? how unfair is that?" i said, tears forming again.

"i know, i know, but let's just go and cheer him on for now. you agreed to it, think about how confused he is if you don't show up. talk to him in person when we're there, yeah?" sunoo glared at me knowingly. "and if you really didn't want to see him, why did you bring your bag out, like you're ready to leave?"

i climbed into his car without saying anything, because i knew he was right.

"you're lucky he hasn't performed yet." sunoo said, finally.

niki's friends, jungwon, jake and heeseung greeted us at the entrance.

"y/n! nice to meet you. niki goes on in five," heeseung said.

"hi! jay and sunghoon have your spots saved inside, go ahead," jake said excitedly.

"thanks guys," i smiled.

niki's friends seemed nice and supportive. i would have to tell yuna this some other time.

"niki! you were amazing!!!" jake said, clapping niki on the back.

"our golden maknae! congrats on first place!" jay said, hugging niki.

"thanks guys, thanks for coming," niki said, smiling ear to ear.

"where's y/n?" niki asked sunoo.

"she was here a second ago," sunoo frowned. "wait no. i think she left right after you performed."

it didn't take long before niki ran out the parking lot, hoping to find y/n.

i heard niki call me before he ran over.

"y/n! you saw me right? i won!" niki grinned.

"i did, congrats."

and suddenly niki saw the expression on my face when i looked at him.

"did i do something wrong? was i worse than you thought i'd be?" niki joked.

"no. you were perfect," i said. even when i was mad at him, i couldn't lie. niki's performance was amazing. "i guess all that practicing yesterday at your academy payed off."

"thanks, it- wait. how did you know i was there the whole day yesterday?"

i said nothing.

"y/n, did you come visit me yesterday?" and suddenly niki's expression changed, like he knew, he knew who and what i was talking about and his confusion vanished.

"is this about aeri? oh god. let me explain. it's not what you think, really, it-"

i cut niki off.

"you don't owe me an explanation, okay?" i forced a smile to niki, but i could hear my own heart shattering. would i regret what i was about to say?

"i'm proud of you today. i really am. but i don't think you need me anymore, so you don't have to come over for math, and ever have to offer me your jacket again, and be nice to me when it's not in your heart. a true weight lifted off your shoulders, right?" i laughed harshly, unaware that this made niki's heart break.

and then i stepped away.

From niki:

y/n

please

before you block me let me explain

aeri, the girl you must have seen, is just a friend i've known since i've joined the academy

i see her as my sister

it was the day before nationals and she was stressed, its her last year at the studio and she really really wanted to win her category. she was crying and breaking down and i happened to be there for her as a friend

delivered 2 hrs ago

y/n?

my eyes were puffy from crying. i had clicked my phone off since i talked to niki. suddenly i heard soft tapping at my window. i wiped my tears to get a better view.

it was niki.

reluctantly, i opened the window so he could climb in.

"niki, are you crazy? it's 12 pm, my parents will kill me." i whisper-shouted.

"y/n, i'm sorry, i had to. did you get my message?" he asked me, looking at me pleadingly.

"what message?"

niki reached to my desk and grabbed my phone, handing it to me. i opened it to see missed texts and calls. mainly from sunoo, yeseo and yuna, wanting to comfort me, and texts from niki. i opened it and read it slowly.

"y/n." niki looked at me.

"i'm sorry," i whispered. sunoo was right. how could i have jumped to conclusions?

"it's okay, i know how it looked," niki replied softly. "but i have to tell you something."

"yes?" i wiped my tears that had formed again, this time out of guilt.

"i like you. i've liked you even before we met at that party, i noticed you in math from the start of the year, it's always been you and i'm so grateful i suck at math because it was an excuse to get close to you. i like you, a lot, y/n," niki finally said.

"i like you too." i felt relieved to finally admit it. "i like your charm and your secret softness, and that's why i freaked out yesterday, because i thought i got it all wrong and you never felt that way and i was wasting your time."

"hanging out with you is never a waste of my time," niki said.

we talked for longer, until i noticed the time and he had to leave.

"y/n, i have to ask you now."

"hmm?" i asked, tired from the long day.

niki grabbed my hand and held it.

"earlier i was going to tell you something. you told me to ask you again, and i'm doing it now. y/n, will you go out with me?"

fin <3

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hi hi:) so im going to start and try to shift to sdv, and i was wondering about anything i should script? just anything necessarily cool bcause i heard u were shifting there too <3 my s/o there is Alex btw if that helps! ty lovely :)

wow ha hey guys long time no see haha i’m still alive i swear

i kinda lost inspo for writing imagines (i might try and get back into it, but as of right now i’m kinda uninspired:() but i saw this and i rlly wanted to answer it cuz shifting and spirituality has such a nice place in my heart <333

for me, i like to script surnames for all the characters HAHAH cuz it’s weird to me for them to just have first names especially if ur marrying someone and wanna change ur last name (for me, it’s Alex Mullner , Elliot Taylor, etc mine r kinda basic but obvi u can spice it up!!!)

i like to assign face claims to the villagers cuz it helps me visualize better, but again u don’t have to. i like artbreeder and pinterest for this part

speaking of pinterest, i really like making boards for different things like visuals, outfits, farm house inspo, etc u know

i like to script appearances and cool backstories LMAOO like my mom was from the Gotoro Empire (i don’t remember if this is canon but the fun thing is you can make your own rules in your reality) and so i have a strip of green hair cuz why not ?!!? personally i think it’s fun to add backstories

for me again i like to make it so the kids grow up and actually do something besides just running around and being little shits and that i can have more than two cuz we gonna get that free farm help u feel me?!!?

also Jas and Vincent grow up and so does everyone else duh

Hm i also add my animals don’t die

i gave myself a profession as the town veterinarian cuz it’s what i study IRL and who keeps Marnie’s animals and Alex’s dog healthy? That’s right no one so i had to step up obvi

I pair some of the towns people together for drama (Marnie and Gus?!!? gasp fuck u lewis)

i script who my friends are and who my S/O is and like details about how they act and stuff? like i prevent them from changing my wallpaper cuz fuck off i don’t want planes in my bedroom Harvey

if i remember any more i’ll make an edit! but um yeah please ask me about this!!!!!!!!! i love talking about it oh em gee

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hey for the warrior cats headcanon post what do u think abt ashfur 😊

hiii ty for asking <3

sexuality headcanon: straight lol

gender/pronouns headcanon: i can only see him as a cis guy, but a cis guy who uses he/they

rate them out of ten: 8.5/10! i do really like him and his drama, he’s fun to hate and i like the plots surrounding him.

favorite thing about them: the absolute drama of it all. like, he’s such an incel but he has the dramatic flair to make him compelling, which is the opposite of bumblestripe, who’s a typical “nice guy” but has none of the charisma

least favorite thing about them: i wish they had explored his connection to his siblings/his jealousy of them more. i see that a lot in fan interpretations and i really like it!

why i first started liking/disliking them: so i read po3 before the other books as a kid, so i was predisposed to hate him since i never saw him grow up/his “romance” with squilf. but all of the amazing maps and amvs and everything…. mr brightside was FORMATIVE

do i relate/project onto/kin them? not at all

favorite quote/moment: his bit about his heart bleeding onto the stones and no one can see… so fucking emo. and the fire scene as a whole ofc

my fav ship: scourge x ashfur 4 lyfe

my fav platonic friendship: i really like his friendship with his siblings… i wish we had more of it. i also like the idea of him and spiderleg being friends, two men’s rights activist redditors

a ship i hate: squirrelash for obvious reasons lol

do i prefer canon or fanon? um. i dislike a lot of what canon does with him (putting him in starclan bc he loved too much) but i also dislike a lot of what fanon does with him, esp the people out there who are still woobifying him. so i suppose i’m a fan of my personal interpretation :)

random headcanon: he gets seasonal allergies during newleaf and has a weak immune system in general. he spends a lot of time being sniffly and a bit miserable.

what color do i picture them as: grey! he’s a blue spotted tabby with very low white

cat breed headcanon: i don’t like doing breed headcanons for most warriors. i can see him having a little oriental or devon rex in him though. curly furred ash is really nice.

unpopular opinion: i don’t think his character before his “snap” was really that much of a great/interesting guy. he was just another bg cat… male version of ferncloud really, everything you want him to angst about, she can also do, but the fandom was spending way too much time being misogynistic to deal with that lol

things i associate with them: thunderstorms, ash trees, orange, broken hearts, eye bags, emo hair, eyeshadow, black nail polish

song i associate with them: gossamer by fashion jackson and oh yeah? you gonna cry by lovejoy

favorite MAP/PMV/AMV with them: DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD A QUESTION THIS IS???? i think i have to say mr. brightside… but there’s so many good ones

#ask #wc #mewfeuillez

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lowkey (jjk) | 02.

⦿ boo’d up in the daytime

⦿ mackin’ & hangin’ in the nighttime

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summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.

pairing: popular!reader x nerd!jjk

genre: college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.2k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content/mature language, kissy-kissy koo, mentions of a boner, mention of sex and cum, seokjin’s still toxic

note: posting this chapter a little early since it’s butter weekend, plus the last part of liquid courage should be up sat/sun. still sticking to my schedule in my faq though, srry loves! i’ll do my best to update as soon as i can. 💗

tags: @taegularities @jimidol @miinoongi @bluesharksandfish @ggukkieland @unicornbabylover @thebeebi @preciouschimine @ladyartemesia @moonchild1 @jikookiekosmos @marcoazz2 @kootaes @wearenot7withu @codeinebelle @bigbootyjoonie @thisartemisnevermisses @maichiverse @ppeachyttae @fairysunooo @secretlycrazyhummingbird @yukiehyukie

"I heard you were in an accident last night, babe. Are you okay? I'm so sorry I got mad at you yesterday." Seokjin comes towards you, cupping your face to look at every inch, every detail. You move away from his hold, backing up to give yourself some space.

"Seokjin, I told you to stop calling me that. Jesus. I'm fine. Don't need you to check up on me."

"Are you really gonna keep that up? I said I was sorry."

"Okay, and? I heard you."

"Really, that's it? Y/N, why are you being like this? What's the real reason?" He follows after you as you make your way to the library. To say Seokjin was persistent is an understatement— he was persistent for the wrong reasons. Like, keeping you close so he had you to fall on when things went wrong with another chick, his safety net.

"Because this is done, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. I'm tired of you doing this so, please. Just go." You slightly turn towards him as you climb up the stairs.

"I wanna work this out with you. Don't push me away. Let me help." You don't respond. He watches as you adjust your bag strap and wave at Jungkook. Seokjin chuckles and grabs your wrist gently, making Jungkook suddenly hop on defense as he balls his fists. Like he could do shit. Seokjin would probably wreck his ass with those broad shoulders.

Still. He hated how much of an asshole he was to you.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Seokjin laughs his rare, deep laugh that he uses when he's caught off guard. "You're hanging out with nerds, now?"

"And if I was, that would be none of your business." You snatch your arm away while glaring at him. You shake your head and continue walking towards Jungkook, relieved Seokjin finally left you alone today. Probably off to tell Namjoon, Yoongi and his friends how much of a bitch you've been and that you actually left him to hang out with a nerd.

Sunmi knows you're being tutored. However if that wasn't the case, she would question you, but she never take their side on shit. She remained loyal to you, and always supported you through whatever. That's why she's remained your bestfriend until this day. The senior chicks Seokjin and them hung around with though? Questionable. As long as Sunmi was by your side and you by hers, you both didn't care much for getting close to them.

"Hey, sorry you had to see that." You say as you sigh and set your bag down alongside of you on the long table.

"It's alright." Jungkook replies softly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Thanks." You give him a tiny, tightlipped smile. "So, should we get right into tutoring, or should we talk about the details of our deal? I have all afternoon." Luckily, it was quite loud in the loud section of the library. No one cared much to listen in to your secret deal with Jungkook, nor did anyone care because it was Jungkook.

"I do too. I guess, whatever works for you?"

"Let's get this tutoring over with first then iron out the rest." He nods.

"Sure." He pulls out his notebook. "Tell me, what are you struggling with?"

"Everything." He does a small head tilt.

"I doubt that. I'm sure you understand some things."

"No, you don't understand Jungkook. I'm legit drowning. I don't know what I'm doing wrong or where I'm lacking." Jungkook simply looks at you, lips pressed together before he nods. You're not lacking anywhere, he thinks. You're really not. The subject is just shitty and the spawn of the devil.

"That's okay. Well, can I go over some basics? Throw in some tips?"

"Yes, please. Lead the way. I need you." You chuckled, but it makes the heat rush to his cheeks. He hopes you don't catch the rosy tint creeping up on them, so he instantly grabs at the whiteboard near your table and starts to go over the very beginning, the very basics of this semester's OChem class. Maybe a bit from last semester, but last semester wasn't entirely that bad compared to this one.

He didn't expect you to be all that engaged for some reason, but he should have known you'd ask questions left and right, taking the black whiteboard marker from his hand to practice what you've learned with him watching and guiding you from your side. You were always focused, always so determined. You were incredibly smart. Incredibly beautiful.

Honestly, Jungkook go on for days.

The both of you hadn't realized it was nearing close to 5PM and neither of you had really eaten much since lunch. You sit, feeling pretty good about your first session with Jungkook. You feel a little bad having kept him for so long over OChem, realizing you still had things to iron out with him.

[sunmi] 4:34pm: hey babe, not gonna be leaving for a bit. i forgot i had to work on this psych project with jennie. you okay with leaving around 6/7?

"Crap."

"What's the matter?" Jungkook glances at you as you continue to stare at your phone and scroll away.

"Sunmi isn't leaving until later. I'll probably be stuck here for a little longer after you leave." You put your phone down, now resting your chin against your palm, nails slightly digging into your cheek.

"I-I can give you a ride, if you'd like? Plus, we still need to talk.. about stuff." He shyly says.

"Jungkook, that's too much to ask for."

"It's really not a big deal. How far do you live from campus?"

"Maybe a 10 minute drive, the next exit off the freeway." He shrugs.

"I'm going in that direction too."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. We can just talk on the way home."

"Would you be willing to stop by for dinner? We can talk then. Maybe it can be considered our 'first date.'" You joke with a small giggle.

"Oh, sure. Yeah." He gives off a tiny, nervous laugh. "Where did you have in mind?"

"Can we get.. hm—" You hum. "Fire Wings? Down the street?" He almost feels intoxicated watching how your eyes gleam under the light, how they brighten and widen when you mention food. You were cute, and you didn't even know it.

"Only if you tell me what flavors you get." He tries to get smart, which makes you laugh. He made you laugh.

"Is this judgment day? Gonna see if you should call quits on our deal before it even starts?"

"Maybe." He goes along with it.

"Okay. Garlic Parmesan and Dragon." You pack up your things before shooting him a look.

"Okay, solid flavors." He nods. "I guess we can continue on."

"You're funny." You giggle as you both throw your bags onto your backs. You stay in your position until Jungkook comes to your side so you can walk by him. You don't know much about him, but he has a soft demeanor and he makes you feel comfortable. You had only seen him a couple of times across campus, not really noticing him much in class either. You feel a little bad knowing you didn't even try being that he sat behind you, but better late than never I guess? Maybe there was a reason for all of this happening. The way he tutored you today was insane, too— he was super smart, but broke it down perfectly, was patient. He was patient.

No wonder Dr. K loved his ass.

"What about you?" You picked up the conversation.

"I usually go for a dry rub and Garlic Parmesan."

"I haven't tried any dry rubs."

"You can try one of mine later."

"Okay." You suddenly remember to shoot Sunmi a text before she comes looking for you everywhere on campus. Jungkook stays silent beside you, allowing you to do your thing without being too overbearing or nosy.

But, he honestly can't help but glance a few times.

[y/n] 5:11pm: sorry just saw this, hitching a ride with my tutor. don't worry about me! ty ily, have fun working on your project.

[sunmi] 5:13pm: tutor, as in jeon jungkook?

[y/n] 5:15pm: yeah, he offered.

[sunmi] 5:16pm: okay, that was nice of him. if he tries anything tho i'll beat his ass. text me when u get home?

[y/n] 5:17pm: don't worry about him, he won't lol i will.

[sunmi] 5:18pm: kk love u b

"Sorry." You say, tucking your phone into your pocket. "Had to text Sunmi."

"That's okay. You two are really close, right?"

"Yeah, since high school."

"Cool." At this point, Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok are coming out of the café at the same you two are passing.

"What about you, where are your friends?"

"Um." He sighs, trying to avoid his friends obnoxiously waving and calling him from the distance. You glance over from behind his figure, chuckling a little bit. "That's them."

"Cute. You all are really close, too?"

"Ya, I've known Jimin the longest though." You smile and wave at them, causing them to gasp and whisper amongst each other with huge smiles on their faces.

"I'll need to meet them if we're gonna do this thing for real. Do they know?"

"Yeah kinda."

"That's okay. We should probably work on keeping it between us though." He nods.

"Okay, but. Can we save meeting them for later? They're a bit.. much." You smile.

"Sure."

"D-do I have to meet Sunmi?" You nod.

"If you wanna make this believable, yeah."

"She's kinda scary."

"Jungkook, she's not gonna bite your head off. She just has that look, but I promise she's sweet." That look, that resting bitch face. Really, you could be biased because it's Sunmi. She really only had issues if she felt disrespected. Other than that, she meant well. Same with you— you've been accused of being intimidating and having the same look but you don't mean any harm by it.

"Okay." Jungkook unlocks his black 2016 Honda Civic and pops his bag in the trunk. You do the same, while Jungkook goes to open the passenger door for you.

"Thanks." You smile sweetly at him. He climbs into his seat, hitting the button to start the car and sighs. The music in the background starts to play, and it sounds mellow, soothing— like it came straight out of a fairytale. His eyes widen as he rushes to lower the volume before shyly looking at you.

"Sorry."

"What, no. Don't be. What is this?"

"A Final Fantasy lofi mix." He begins to drive off as you turn the volume back up.

"It's nice. Pretty relaxing."

"Ya, it's nice to listen to after a long day." He pushes his glasses up at the light.

"Do you have family here?" He nods.

"I do. My mom and dad live about an hour away. I'm the only child. What about you?"

"Same. They're probably 30 minutes up north."

"Do you live alone?"

"Yeah, I live in a studio. It's actually my coworker's. She bought the space to rent it out. She lets me rent it for pretty cheap though."

"That's nice."

"You?"

"I live with Jimin. Our parents are close."

"What about your other friends?"

"Hoseok is dorming, and Taehyung would rather live back home with his family and commute. He's close to them. He'll crash at ours or Hoseok's from time to time."

"Are you close to your family?" He nods as he turns into the plaza lot.

"I suppose, yes. I'm just really quiet overall, so they think it's hard to read me sometimes." He parks and you watch as he shuts the car off with the same button. "You?"

"Yeah, I'm really close to my mom. Dad, a little questionable."

"Why, if I may ask?" He comes to open your door again, causing you to give him a small smile.

"He, um. Just got into some stuff." He watches as your body tenses while you fiddle with your fingers waiting in line.

"It's okay, don't think about it. I won't ask again."

"It's okay, Jungkook. Really. Maybe another time?" You look up at him and he nods. He stands way taller than you, almost at Seokjin's height, if not the same. He likes to wear baggy, dark clothing and doesn't do much to fix or style his hair.

He's simple, but in a good way.

You both order your food with Jungkook going first so he can grab a table afterwards. Before he could pay though, you offer to cover him for dinner as your way of thanking him for driving you home. You make your way over to the table he snags, Jungkook silently sitting at the high table with his legs pressed together and his hands clasped tightly on his lap.

"You okay?"

"Ya, why?"

"You look tense."

"Sorry. It's not everyday I have dinner with Y/N." You smile.

"Stop, relax." You watch as he slightly eases up. "So, this deal." He nods. "A month?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"We have to convince people it's real or else people will know something weird is going on." You look at his hand, now resting on the table. "You're gonna have to hold my hand and kiss me, you know?" He swallows the lump in his throat. Shit, he thinks. Don't know if I can actually pull this off?

A kiss?! Fuck.

"Y-yeah."

"When was your last relationship, Jungkook?"

"8th grade." Your eyes widen.

"O-oh, now I see."

"What's that supposed to mean? It's terrible, I know but I—"

"No, no, no. You're good. It's totally okay, it doesn't matter. I'll just have to teach you to make it look realistic and not.. awkward." You perk up again. "Not saying that you are though, okay."

"I know."

"So, are you.."

"Am I..?" He cocks hid head to the side in confusion.

"Like.."

"Just ask Y/N."

"Are you a virgin?"

"I don't know." You furrow your brows.

"Huh?"

"Look, this is gonna sound really embarrassing and I don't know if I'm even ready to tell my fake girlfriend about it."

"Just say it. We have to know things about each other." He sighs.

"I— ugh." He groans. "I did it with my girlfriend at the time. Or I guess my ex because we had broken up and this was sometime during freshmen year in high school and she came onto me out of nowhere at a mutual friend's pool party. But it was weird because we were just hormonal kids and I was just curious so I slipped myself into her only to slip back out right after because—" He's rambling, but you're doing your best to keep up.

"Because?"

"I-I, ugh. Y/N." He shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"Jungkook." You lean a bit to try and catch eye contact.

"I came right away." He says just as the worker puts down your food and takes the number from your table.

"Ohhhhhhh." You say as you nod slowly. "Okay."

"You can just run now." His head hangs low as he slowly slides his chicken over in front of him, causing you to chuckle.

"I'm not going anywhere. It's okay. Stop that."

"It's pathetic."

"No. Besides, I know you'll get better overall, and you'll find someone who will rock with you till the end. We'll work on this."

"Thanks." He says, feeling comfortable around you. You were quick to reassure him and smile at him, he felt himself melting in his seat. Yeah, you were too good for Seokjin.

"You'll have to come to parties with me. Club events. Events in general. It won't look right if I'm always going without you."

"Okay. Can I bring my friends?"

"Sure." He nods. "What do you do in your free time?"

"Play video games and listen to music. Read comics, manga. Build lego sets with the guys."

"Cute." You smile.

"You?"

"Hang out with Sunmi, or just watch movies on my own at my place. Read. Eat by myself. Explore by myself. I value my alone time."

"It's nice." Jungkook's familiar with it. Even if he had his friends around, he truly liked being in his own peace when allowed. "What about outside of the public eye?"

"Hm?" You hum.

"Do we hang out?"

"Yeah we can." You nod.

"Cool." He smiles.

"Is my car gonna be a lot of work for you?"

"Don't worry about it, it'll be good soon. Just might take a bit cause I need some parts to make it look brand new again."

"I really can't thank you enough." He shrugs.

"Only trying to help my girlfriend out." He boldly says, causing you to laugh.

"Confidence is peeking through already, are you sure you need me?" You joke. The rest of the evening, you continue to talk to Jungkook about pretty surface level shit— what you like, dislike, overall experience in high school and college so far. It was a nice, harmless conversation, one where you were starting to see how warmhearted Jungkook really was. How real and laid back.

None of the shit in Seokjin's group. It was refreshing, a breath of fresh air.

Once dinner had finally finished, Jungkook was on his way to drop you off. He had parked in an empty guest spot, offering to walk you up just to be sure. At the door, he took a peek at how clean your studio was, mainly soft colors of white and cream taking over, with plants scattered around your living room area. The hallway in was sandwiched between your kitchen area and another wall, Jungkook assuming your bed was on the opposite side of it. He awkwardly stands at the door, afraid of overstepping.

"Well, goodnight Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Hey, wait." You smile and come close to him. He swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling dry when he feels your breasts press against his chest. "First lesson— give me a kiss."

"Right now?"

"Jeon Jungkook, we're doing this tomorrow. People are gonna have to see this at least once while we're together." He nods and presses a quick kiss against your cheek. "Not bad, but a little longer?" He complies and presses another kiss, leaving his pillowy lips against your cheek for a little longer before pulling away. "Perfect. Now here." You point at your lips before crossing your arms.

"Y/N, I—"

"Don't be afraid, just do it. I won't kick you in the balls or anything."

"It's not that. I just don't think I'm a great at this stuff."

"Okay." You tippytoe and gently grab his jaw while you lean towards his face. "Just relax, okay? Don't think too much of it." He stays silent, doe eyes constantly on you as you continue to inch forward.

Sparks. Just sparks everywhere for Jungkook.

He feels your soft lips against his and he relaxes, moreso because he feels like he's lost all senses being this close to you. Taking in your scent. Kissing you.

"There." He stands still, still trying to process the kiss. "Not bad. We'll get better over time, but at least that looks believable. Just—" You put his hands down as they were about to fall onto your hips during the kiss, but they fell short. "Let it happen and hold me, okay?" You smile. "Night Jungkook."

"N-night." He stutters as he watches you close the door. "Fuck." He whispers to himself when he realizes he's now sporting a boner. "Jungkook, what the fuck is this?!" He continues to whisper to himself as he waddles down your hallway.

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leossmoonn · 3 years

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Lucky [Stefan Salvatore]

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pairing - stefan salvatore x fem, human!reader

type - fluff, light smut

note / request “okay i have one, how about stefan gets super drink and is making super suggestive jokes on the reader and is flirting w her and she has to take care of him?” since stefan is a vampire i figured the side affects of being drunk would be different for him. he’s not so much like tired and can’t-walk-straight drunk, he’s more i’m-very-horny-and-annoying type of drunk lol. also i apologise if this isn’t very good. i was really excited to write this but it didn’t come together like i hoped. anyways, enjoy!

summary - you take care of your boyfriend, stefan, when he gets drunk at a party

warnings / includes - language, mention of alcohol and anxiety, vomiting, very suggestive and flirty content, lots of kissing and making out, stefan being a cranky and cheeky little shit lol. this takes place after klaus has stefan become the rippahhh

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*gif isn’t mine*

When Caroline called you, you didn’t think anything of it. You just thought that she was calling to try and convince you to come to the party at The Grill for the fifth time. When she started shouting at you about Stefan was when you started to get worried.

“What did you say, Care?” You asked. It was hard to hear her over the music in the background.

“One second!” Caroline exclaimed.

You waited a few moments before Caroline spoke again. There was no sound in the background this time.

“Sorry, I had to go outside,” she apologised. “It’s alright. Um, what’d you say about Stefan?” You asked.

“He’s drunk and he needs you to come and pick him up,” she explained.

“Oh,” you frowned. “Well, why can’t you drive him home?” “Trust me, we’ve tried, but…. but he only wants you.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that was spreading across your face. “Oh, really?”

“Well, duh. You’re his girlfriend,” Caroline chuckled.

“Right, right,” you nodded. You got up from your kitchen table, shutting your textbooks and putting them away. “Well, I’ll be over soon.” “Okay, thank you. Also, brace yourself for when you see him. Drunk Stefan is fun, crazy Stefan,” Caroline warned.

You chuckled and went to put your shoes on. “I bet he’s not that bad.”

“Oh, you’ll be surprised. Anyways, I’ll see you soon,” Caroline said.

“See ya,” you hung up the call. You set your phone dying, tying your sneakers. You grabbed your jacket and car keys, about to make your way to your car, but your mom stopped you.

“You going to the party?” She asked. “Um, not exactly,” you started. “Stefan needs to be picked up.”

“Oh, why? Is he okay?” Your mom crossed her arms over her chest.

“Yeah, he’s just had a little too much to drink,” you explained.

“Hm, alright. Well, if you need any help, call me. I know how drunk, horny teenage boys can be,” she chuckled.

“He’s not like that, Mom,” you shook your head. “I know, I know, but you never know,” she tsked.

You gave her a small smile, “I’ll see you later.”

“Text me if you’re staying over at his place!” She reminded.

You nodded in reply and opened the garage door, stepping out and heading to your car. You drove to The Grill, your anxiety spiking as you thought of what Caroline meant. You had known Stefan for almost three years and had been dating him for five months, but you had never seen him drunk. Sure, you’ve seen him tipsy because all Damon and he did for fun was drink, but he always kept his ground. You hoped Caroline was just overreacting.

You parked in the parking lot of The Grill, hopping out of your car and entering the restaurant. You were met with eardrum-rupturing music and the scent of sweat and alcohol. You smiled and greeted a few friendly faces before looking for Stefan. As you walked through the ground, a hand grabbed your forearm. This caused you to jump and spin around your heel, holding up your fist in defense.

“Whoa, calm down. It’s just me,” Jeremy chuckled.

“Oh,” you chuckled and put your fist down, relaxing your body. “Sorry, you just never know.”

“No worries. I take it you’re here for Stefan?” Jeremy asked. “You are correct, Jer,” you nodded.

“He’s playing pool,” he said, leading you over to the back of the room where the rest of your friends were.

You furrowed your brows as Stefan looked pretty normal and relaxed. He actually looked like he was having fun for once. Just as you began to think Caroline was exaggerating, Stefan then drank three shots at once and jumped on top of the pool table.

“O-Oh,” you gasped, your eyes widening in surprise.

“Yep,” Jeremy sighed. He then went in front of you, giving you an encouraging, sarcastic smile. “Have fun!” Jeremy then fled the scene, walking over to a table of girls.

You rolled your eyes and looked back at Stefan, sucking in a breath as you saw Damon and Caroline struggling to get him off the table. You decided that you should go up and help them.

“Oh, thank God!” Caroline exclaimed as you walked over.

“Hey,” you smiled at them. You looked up at Stefan, giving him a soft, caring smile. “Hey, you.”

Stefan looked down, grinning from ear-to-ear once he saw you. “Y/n! You’re here!” He jumped down from the pool table, engulfing you in a tight hug.

You let out an ‘oof’ as you were pulled flush against him. You wrapped your arms round him nonetheless and hugged him back, burying your face into his neck. Your eyes fluttered close as you breathed in his scent. It masked the smell of the sweaty, intoxicated teens that surrounded you two. Stefan pulled away after a few moments, his eyes meeting yours.

“You look so pretty,” he muttered, his hands coming up to cup each sides of your face.

You smiled, “Thank you. Now, c’mon, I’m here to take you home.”

His head started to shake furiously. “No, no. Let’s stay. Let’s party. Let’s have fun.” As he said the last few words, one of his hands went from your face to your waist. He gripped your side, pulling you impossibly closer. As his hand stayed cupping your cheek, his head dove down to your neck where he started to kiss the area under your ear.

You gasped softly, your eyes fluttering close as him kissing your neck made your skin tingle. You put your hands on his chest, though, pushing him back slightly. You looked him straight in the eyes, letting him know that you didn’t come to play.

“We can have fun at home.”

“No, we’re just gonna go to bed,” he whined. “And would that be so bad?” You chuckled.

“Yes because you look so fuckable right now,” he growled. He hooked his fingers in your belt loops, pulling you close to him once again. Your hips met and you gasped as you felt his hard on through his jeans press just next to your core.

“Stefan,” you protested. He looked up at you with big, green, innocent eyes. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”

Heat rose up your neck and you felt like the whole room was watching you. You definitely knew all your friends were.

“We’re in public. We can’t do this,” you shook your head.

“Let’s go somewhere more private then,” he muttered.

Before you could speak, he took you in his arms and sped you out of the restaurant. Your back hit your car once you stopped.

“Sorry, did hurt you?” Stefan asked, concerned eyes looking over you.

“Not, but-” you started, but Stefan cut you ooff by kissing you.

You melted into him, kissing him back with the same amount of need and passion. Your hands went up to his hair, entangling your fingers in his soft locks. Meanwhile, Stefan’s hands roamed your body. His left hand went down to your ass as his right slid under your top, running the pads of his fingers across your skin. He gripped your ass as his fingers went up higher to your bra.

“U-Oh, Stefan,” you gasped in-between kisses.

“I missed you tonight,” he mumbled against your lips.

“I missed you, too, but you’re drunk. We can’t do this. Especially not against my car,” you sighed, pulling back from him once again.

He frowned, “But you’re so pretty. I just want to kiss all over your beautiful body.”

You let out a breathy laugh, trying to slow your racing heart. All the sweet talk and kissing made you very flustered. “Thank you, Stefan. I appreciate it, I really do, but you’re drunk.”

“I can smell your arousal though,” he stated, his fingers coming down your bra to your legs. He ran his fingers over the front of your jeans, pressing down just ever-so-slightly.

“A-Ah!” You squealed. Stefan gave you a satisfied smirk as he pressed down further. More wetness pooled between your legs as he was pressing down on your clit.

“See? Now, tell me you don’t want to do anything.”

You looked him in the eyes, your pupils dilated and full of lust. It took everything in you to shake your head. Because as good as it felt to have his hands on you, you knew that having drunk sex with him was not the best idea.

“I do, but,” you said sternly, “Not right now.”

Stefan hands fell to his side immediately. He stepped away from you, “Then what do you want to do right now?”

“Get you home and in bed,” you stated, reaching for your keys that was in your pocket.

“But that’s so boring! Can we at least, like, make out?” “Nope,” you shook your head.

“When did you ever get so mean,” he pouted. You rolled your eyes with a smile, “I am not mean. I’m being responsible.” “Being responsible is boring!” He objected. “That’s not what sober Stefan would say,” you remarked, turning to open the door.

“Yeah, sober me is boring.”

“And it’s my favourite you,” you smiled, opening the car door. Before Stefan would say anything, you shoved him inside.

“Rough, huh?” Stefan gave you a cheeky smile.

You gave him a long eye roll, shutting the door and walking over to the driver’s side. You stepped in and started your car, ignoring Stefan’s burning stare.

“Why are you ignoring me?” “Because I know you’re gonna try to butter me up and convince me to have sex in this car,” you explained.

Stefan scoffed, “Pfft, what! I would never ever do that.”

“Sure you wouldn’t, lover boy,” you retorted as you started up the car.

Stefan set his hand on your thigh as you started driving. You didn’t move it as this was something he did every car ride whether you were driving or he was, but once he started to inch his fingers up your leg was when you knew you had to say something.

“Stefan,” you wanted. “Yes, honey?” Stefan asked innocently, stopping his hand immediately.

You rolled your eyes with a small smile. You could not believe the games he was playing.

“Nothing,” you muttered, paying attention to the road as you turned into the gates of Stefan’s house.

Stefan grinned as he knew that you would let him get away with anything. As long as it wasn’t actual sex, of course. You both knew a little teasing never hurt anybody, and you both definitely knew you liked it, too. You parked at the entrance, getting out and walking to Stefan’s side. You opened the door, holding your arm out like chivalrous men did on dates.

“Here you are, m’lady,” you grinned. Stefan’s rolled his eyes, “Ha. Ha. Very funny.”

“Oh, I know.”

You held his hand as you walked to his door, unlocking it and stepping inside.

“I’m going to get some water for you and me, go upstairs and get changed,” you directed. “Yes, ma’am,” he smirked, slapping your ass as you walked by him.

You turned to him, scoffing and giving him a glare. He winked at you and made his way to the stairs. You shook your head with a flustered smile, going to the kitchen and getting a few water bottles. You got out your phone and texted your mom that you were staying the night. You then climbed up the stairs, entering his room and getting even more flustered once you saw him in his bed, the only clothing on him was grey sweats.

“Like what you see?” Stefan teased, putting his hands under his head so his biceps were flexed.

“Very much,” you nodded, walking over to him and setting the water bottles down on the nightstand that was next to his bed.

Stefan put his hand on your waist, pulling you to sit on the bed. You complied and sat down next to his legs, putting your hands on his chest and tracing patterns over his abs.

“You’re so beautiful,” Stefan marvelled at you. His hands went up to your cheek, his thumb running over your cheekbone. You smiled and nuzzled into his hand, looking at him through your lashes.

“And you seem to be a lot more sober now,” you commented.

“Yeah, well, vampires sober up fast,” he shrugged. “Oh, is that so?” You asked

“Yep,” he grinned proudly. “So you don’t have a headache or anything?” You wondered.

His smile faltered and he averted his gaze from you. You chuckled, “Thought so.” You grabbed a water bottle, opening it and putting it up to his lips.

“Here, drink this. I’ll get you some Tylenol,” you said, beginning to sit up.

“I’ll be fine,” he waved his headache off. “Stefan,” you frowned, “I know you’re immune to sickness and death and whatnot, but that doesn’t mean you’re immune to headaches.”

“I’m serious, I’ll be fine. Stop worrying so-” He stopped speaking, closing his mouth immediately. He made a sour face, his eyes widening.

“About to throw up?” You guessed. He nodded his head furiously, putting his hand up to cover his mouth.

“Let’s get you to the bathroom,” you pulled him up, walking him across the hall to the bathroom. You both dropped to your knees and Stefan immediately started to vomit.

You cringed, but rubbed his back nonetheless. “There you go. Get it all out.” Your hand went up to his hair and you twirled his hero hair in-between your fingers. You put your forehead against his temple, kissing his cheek to comfort him.

After a few minutes of him throwing his guts up, he threw his head back and groaned. “I’m so sorry you had to see that.”

“Don’t apologise. It’s all part of being drunk,” you kissed him on the cheek again. You then got up, pulling him up with you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” You hummed, walking him to the sink.

“Yeah, okay,” he nodded.

You looked up at him, running your fingers through his hair. Throwing up had taken a lot of his energy, and now he was all worn-out. He went to grab his toothbrush, but missed by a few millimeters.

“Why don’t I do it for you,” you stated more than suggested.

“No, no. You’ve done enough tonight, take a break,” he shook his head.

You smiled, “It’s okay. I like taking care of you. It’s kind of my job as your girlfriend, after all.”

He smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess.”

You nodded and hummed in reply, turning him around so his back was against the sink. You took his toothbrush and and squirted toothpaste on it, stepping in front of Stefan and holding it up.

“Open wide,” you sang. Stefan followed your orders and your stuck the toothbrush in his mouth, beginning to circle over the left side of his mouth.

Stefan’s arm went around your waist, pulling you closer to him lazily. You smiled as your hips met his. You leaned into him, switching the sides of his mouth that you were brushing after a minute.

“Alright, time to spit,” you ordered.

Stefan turned around, spitting the out the foamy toothpaste. He hung his head low to get some water to swish in his mouth to get the remaining toothpaste out. He sat back up and you put his toothbrush back on the sink. You grabbed a towel and wet it to wipe off the excess toothpaste that was on the corners of Stefan’s mouth.

You straightened back up and went in front of Stefan, running the towel over his lips. You moved slowly, your eyes roaming his face. He looked so handsome, even when he was sweaty and slightly disoriented from just throwing up. Your eyes wandered up to his, his green eyes stared at yours back. The deep, unwavering eye contact both made you two flustered and nervous. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach while the tips of Stefan’s ears turned pink.

You lowered the towel, placing it back onto the sink counter. Your eyes never left Stefan’s as you did so. Shivers ran up your spine as Stefan’s hand snaked up to the small of your back. He pulled your chest closer to his, leaving little to no room between your lips and his.

“I thought you were all tired and tame,” you muttered, your eyes flickering down to his lips and back up to his eyes.

“I’m never tired and definitely never tame when I’m around you,” he whispered, leaning in.

You hummed in reply, fluttering your eyes close as you leaned up to kiss him. You wrapped your hands around his neck, taking a fist full of his hair and twirling it. You kissed him slowly and gently, each of you taking your time to savour the feeling and taste of the kiss.

You pulled away after a few moments, setting your forehead against his. You licked your lips, staring into Stefan’s green eyes.

“Let’s get you into bed,” you whispered.

Stefan shook his head, a coy smile playing on his lips. Before you could scold and protest, he lifted you up from your waist and ran over to the bed. He threw you down, climbing on top of you.

“Stefan!” You giggled. “What?” He asked.

“We have to go to bed,” you said. “We are in bed,” he gestured to the pillows.

You rolled your eyes, “Stop being a wise ass. You’re still drunk, whether you want to admit it or not.”

“I’m half-drunk,” he shrugged. “Really? That’s the best you could do?” You snorted.

“You know me, anything to be able to have sex with you,” he grinned.

“Mhm, well, nothing can sway me and you know it.” Stefan looked into your eyes, studying you for a little. He knew that no matter how much kissing, touching, sweet-talking he did, you wouldn’t give in. He decided to give up and cuddle, which was honestly what he needed after a long, tiring night. He got off of you, laying on his back.

“Seems like you’re learning,” you remarked.

“Well, I know that if I’m good, I’ll get a reward later,” he quipped.

You chuckled, turning around so now your face was met with his. You propped yourself on your elbow, putting a hand on his chest.

“You’re lucky, you know?” You said.

“Yeah,” he sighed with a smile, “I know.” “Yeah, well, so am I,” you smiled, moving closer to him. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and laid back down on your back.

Stefan rolled over and he laid his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your middle. You smiled contently and ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.

“Thanks for taking care of me,” Stefan mumbled.

“No problem. I love you,” you said.

“I love you, too,” he sighed, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

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backandimbamon · 3 years

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Plzz write Bamon + their baby :)

i’ve never written about this!!! ty for the prompt this was so fun to think about (: <33 ask + u shall receive!!

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Sometimes, Damon can’t believe it.

Life is a very funny thing, both haha funny and strange funny, and it’s moments like these where he sits and reflects on the doors that he’s opened, the doors he’s closed, the ones where he’s stayed a while, kicked off his shoes, grabbed some wine, and never ever left.

Bonnie is meeting him for movies and popcorn, their typical Sunday routine, only this is no ordinary Sunday because Friday, he broke up with Elena. Bonnie is supposedly emotional support though he keeps it to himself that he doesn’t need it. He will milk every ounce of affection he can out of his bestie if it means she’ll stay a while longer.

Just like that, everything that he fought hard for he decides to let go because despite the incredible sex and history Elena and Damon have… things still aren’t…right. With every obstacle out of the way, the house quieter, just the two in each other’s presence, it is loud that they will probably never mesh well.

Plus, even a few years after Stefan’s death, Damon notices the room in her heart for him shrinks in size and maybe it’s the fact that the only common ground they have now is Bonnie Bennett- everyone else is either dead or annoying enough that Damon refuses to discuss them, (Caroline, Matt, Jeremy,) they can’t talk about Stefan since his absence still hurts too much. And while Elena is a tad exhausted by only chatting about “his little witch,” Damon can go on and on for days.

Like word vomit, he’s all Bonnie this and Bonnie that in discussions to the point where he’s inwardly cringing at himself but he just can’t stop.

“You know she was my best friend first,” Elena says to him one day after he fusses about Bonnie not answering her phone within the first three rings. There’s a strange look in her expression that perturbs Damon- of course he knows that. Of course.

“Yeah, yeah, but I could’ve been dying over here. I could’ve already been dead. You know she doesn’t have anything to live for if I’m not around,” he jokes snidely.

Elena is folding clothes in the laundry room, she doesn’t laugh or look at him, just continues bending dried garments into a convenient, placeable stack.

Tough crowd.

….

“You ever thought about… I don’t know…? Dating?” Alaric says this, a glass of golden whiskey to his mouth before he knocks it back down his throat and the only thing that’s left is the large, sparkling ice cube. When he slaps the glass down, the ice klinks characteristically. It’s been perhaps a month or two since Damon and Elena’s split.

“Me and Judgey? Are you insane? That’s my-“

“Best friend. Yeah. Everyone’s aware.”

Damon’s brows knot up in confusion, and his eyes hold an expression of disbelief.

“It’s Bonnie,” He says, blue eyes twinkling with an almost believable mirth like he thinks it’s a joke that Alaric would even ask.

“It is.” He confirms.

A minute passes of Damon rubbing the back of his neck, Ric staring aimlessly at his empty glass before he speaks up again.

“So you haven’t… you know…”

“What?” Damon makes a hand gesture of the obviously forbidden word before shaking his head vehemently. “Of course not.”

“Oh, I know that. I was going to ask if you’ve ever…thought about it?”

Bonnie? With her legs wrapped around his waist as he makes every inch of his dick disappear into her hot and gushy anatomy? So deep inside her that their hips touch?

He clears his throat.

“Of course not.” Damon repeats.

….

It’s a momentary lapse of judgement-the kiss- and when she doesn’t reciprocate or move at all, really, the awkwardness is a brick that sinks in the bottom of his stomach.

Leaf green eyes and a beating heart too panicky to be calm but she just brushes it all away like eraser marks on a timed essay.

Damon never imagines rejection to be so simple that he can just pretend that it never happened. He takes the exit and sits back in friend zone where he’s always belonged.

Things are kinda sorta normal for a week.

….

“Truth or dare?” Bonnie suggests that they play it and on queue, Damon throws out sexual innuendo in an insert-line-here-fashion. She cringes, rolls her eyes, tries not to laugh.

Normal.

But then she dares him to kiss her again and things are so far from normal that somehow they end up in bed together, completely naked, and completely wild.

And God, Bonnie begs, pleads, when she’s under Damon but when she gets on top, it’s him that’s asking for permission.

“Fuck, Bon,” he mumbles before leaving a long stream of cursive inside of her.

Their eyes are crystallized, perhaps it’s the moonlight.

….

He shouldn’t feel this betrayed when he hears it, the second heartbeat, but something inside of him snaps.

“Found another best friend?” Damon asks, they haven’t had sex since that wonderful, miraculous night a little over one month ago but the sexual tension between them is as taut as a rubber-band.

She laughs, not noticing the pain in his tone. “With what time?”

It’s a solid question. He’s had Bonnie to himself practically every evening, her stuff is vicariously thrown around the house; she’s in all the rooms at once.

But there’s undeniably an extra heartbeat, he hears it with each pause, each breath she takes, the incessant thump.

“Um,” Damon’s tumbler slips out of his grasp and crashes to the floor.

Bonnie backs away from the mess.

“Um?”

….

Pregnant Bonnie is his favorite Bonnie, from her cravings, to her glow, to her new abundance of cleavage. The two of them can’t stop thinking how this could be, how their lives keep getting stranger and stranger, how nature keeps being redefined, and the rules keep bending and breaking.

Her new favorite things are chocolate chip cookies with salty chips baked in, chocolate-and honey-covered strawberries, spicy sausages, pickle juice.

His hands find their new home in rubbing Bon’s baby bump until she drifts off into a nap.

When her breathing gets heavier indicating she’s in a deep sleep he says into her hair, “You should marry me.”

And he means it.

….

Luna Bennett-Salvatore arrives with soft brown skin and Heterochromia iridum: one ice blue eye and one leaf green one.

Damon nicknames her Bam since Bonnie decides to scrap his name suggestion altogether.

“Bamon! It’s our names combined,”

“No.”

“But what if-“

“No.”

And Luna aka Bam grows very fast. She smiles a lot. Babbles a lot. To Bonnie’s dismay, she says “dada” first.

“Look at Daddy’s Girl,” he says, holding his princess high in the air. “You know what, Bam, I better not say that too loud. Mommy was Daddy’s Girl before you.”

“Oh my God,” Bonnie mumbles, hiding her smile.

She likes to fall asleep with her little arms hugging Bonnie’s neck, the side of her face pressed against hers.

“Don’t be jealous,” Bonnie says when Damon crosses his arms.

“Jealous?” He tsks. “I can do that too,” He bundles Bonnie and Luna up in his arms. “you should marry me,” he says into her hair.

And he means it.

#bamon #bamon fanfic #bamon fanfiction #Bamon prompt #prompt #mine #my writing #tvd ff #bamonff

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laurentspup · 3 years

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Hey um….imma need you to pls continue that fic concept you had about Damen being a single father and that baby thinking Laurent is Jokaste and they spend the day at the theme park and then Damen asks him out on a date at the end of the day—-ITS SO GOOD

I beg ye 😭🙏🏼🍑♥️

oohh anon i am planning to write that fic in the future!! hopefully during thanksgiving break because i have a week off my school and job T-T so i wanna take a crack at thus fic bcs it’s running in my mind right now calling me mama like the toddler with laurent hehe c:

here’s a few more bullet points about it tho!!!

- the toddler ((i’m thinking right now might change still)) is a baby girl and i might have used “he” in the original post bcs i change my mind all the time and i just decided that i want the idea of damen tying his daughter’s hair in pigtails or braids, wearing princess dresses with her, and having tea parties with her so yeah she’s a girl for now. he would still definitely do this with his son if his son wanted but imagine damen as a girl dad!!

- also please imagine laurent and damen and the baby waiting in the princess line because this theme park has princess lines and honestly it’s disneyland. they’re at disneyland

- damen and laurent and the toddler with MATCHING MICKEY EARS T-T

- laurent is the sweetest, kindest, greatest man in this fic. no past abuse nothing!! he was loved and pampered by hennike and auguste and aleron like he deserved. and he got to grow up sweet and bookish and still witty and bitchy c:

- with that said, he definitely judged damen tho for being negligent with his child, but when he saw the untied shoelaces and this dad with two bags running after his child all worried, he couldn’t help but think oh no he’s not negligent he’s just a stressed single dad

- one of the replies said bcs damen has untied shoelaces, he faceplants in front of laurent AND I DEFINITELY AGREE WITH THAT HE SHOULD FALL FOR LAURENT LITERALLY THAT IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE TROPES so thank you for the person who replied with that idea!!!!

- damen brought a stroller but his baby girl hates riding it, so he parked it somewhere and he’s lugging around a backpack and a baby bag. and bcs laurent sees this, he insists to carry the toddler the whole day they’re together because the toddler won’t let him go anyway and refuses to come back to damen haha. still, damen keeps telling laurent if he’s tired just let the baby walk or ride in the stroller or let him carry her but laurent is 100% a-ok with carrying the baby bcs he’s a softie and the baby doesnt wanna let him go even after they explained laurent is not her mom, she still LOVES HIM!!!!

- and not just the baby, even auguste’s three children (plus nicaise he’s alive too!!!) LOVES laurent who’s the cool and fun uncle but they make fun of him for hating the adrenaline inducing rides. but still they enjoy his company and this is a fic where everybody loves laurent i am making it law.

- lil side not about jokast and damen’s relationship: the baby misses jokaste very much but she’s been gone for a month for her work which includes traveling a lot. she and damen are friends still and the reason damen has full custody is bcs jokaste doesn’t want that responsibility yet and loves her job too much and all the opportunities and damen’s like, go live your dreams. my dream is this baby now. so u know?????? T-T

- okay back to the theme park, the whole day damen and laurent and baby ride the chill rides like teacup (half chill, laurent hates it so does the baby but damen is laughing the whole time. baby pukes on damen tho, not laurent. laurent laughs then.)

- then they ride the boat rides with the sceneries like storybook land. and laurent is pointing the cute little houses to the baby girl and telling all sorts of stories and damen is staring at them and taking pictures w/ laurent’s permission and the whole time damen is just thinking “wow i want to marry this man even tho i just met him”

- OF COURSE THERE IS A PARADE AND FIREWORKS!!!!! since damen and laurent and baby have already exhausted all the twelve rides they’re allowed in, they find a good spot and wait there for four hours because that’s how it is in disneyland if you want a good spot gotta reserve it early. that’s when damen and laurent Have A Conversation tho and Fall for each other HARDER !!! all the while laurent is putting the baby to sleep T-T

- damen, even tho it is unsafe and stupid, leaves the baby with laurent to grab them food. and he knows it’s crazy to just leave his baby with this man he’s only met today but like... he’s given laurent all his heart and trust already he knows his baby is safe with him. okay and also bcs theyre in his line of sight when he bought the food bcs you know i still want him to be rational lol

- anyway auguste and family join them later during the parade and gets introduced to damen and he gives laurent the Look because DAMEN IS LAURENT’S TYPE TOO OKAY and laurent is like shut up i am here for the baby but is he really hmm

- so the parade and fireworks start AND WHEN I TELL YOU THE WHOLE TIME DAMEN IS JUST WATCHING LAURENT AND HIS DAUGHTER INSTEAD OF THE SPECTACULAR SHOW BECAUSE FOR DAMEN THEY ARE THE VIEW !!!!!!!!!

- and that whole time the mulan scene is in damen’s mind you know the “do you want to stay for dinner/do you want to stay forever” yeah he’s fallen Bad

- the fireworks end, auguste and fam and laurent actually invite damen for dinner first and they all eat together. and the tired baby girl sleeps in laurent’s arms so it was easy for damen to take her back so they can go home with less tears. and this is when damen gets laurent’s number and asks him to a dinner. again. in the future.

- and laurent agrees.

- this might be a two part series or three but this is all i have for now aaaahhhh

hope you like this. and i know maybe if i just started the draft now i wouldve been done already but LOL

#asks #single dad damen au #Captive Prince #lamen #modern lamen #modern lamen au #damen #laurent #damen x laurent #laurent x damen

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limitlessgojo · 3 years

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Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch 10)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous Chapter: Wait For Me

Next Chapter: Kyoto-Tokyo Goodwill Event

Tags: Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

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We are halfway through the story~ I never planned for this to be over 40k😅 but I've added some integral scenes in the later chapters. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 10: Invisible Ties

You couldn't sleep at all the few nights that followed. Mai and the others noticed your fatigue. They worriedly asked about you and let you cuddle into them and nap when you had some free time.

Miwa even let's you stay with her in her room at times, and it does help for a bit, but you don't want to bother them. And something was telling you it wasn't just regular fatigue.

You sometimes zone out in class and could barely stay awake during physical training. Eventually, you consulted Utahime about your possible insomnia.

You had a feeling it was tied to your feeling of unrest over your soulmate bond. It didn't help that your soulmark was stinging and all your heart wanted was to be with Noritoshi. There was a strong sense of unease over this bond.

You pulled down your sleeve to reveal the mark on your wrist flashing madly like a broken stoplight. You groaned and shoved your face into your pillow.

You've taken to wrapping a black velvet ribbon on it during the day, to not attract attention. If this light flashing keeps up, you might have to use a thicker fabric.

◇◇◇

Noritoshi was feeling the same uneasiness you did. He tried to shake it off and act as natural as he could around you, but even he was still shook at how quickly your negative emotions transmitted over the bond.

He was in his room and it was past 11. He tried to get to sleep, but found that he couldn’t so he tried studying. He was actually distracted for once, looking over his desk at the soulmate record and diaries of Hotaru and found himself reading them.

◇◇◇

On the other hand, you were restless in your room.

"I shouldn't bother Noritoshi senpai but..." You glanced over at your clock. 12:06am. Just past midnight, he was surely asleep. And yet you found yourself grabbing your pillow and blankets, and quietly making your way to his dorm room.

It was as if your body was moving under the command of your red strings. Pulling you back to the man who was responsible for messing you up like this.

You stood outside for a good 5 minutes, contemplating on whether or not you should knock. You haven't had a proper sleep in nights and it is starting to show in your studies.

Finally, you decided to quietly knock a few times. A beat passed and there was no response. You were about to walk away when the door opened. He was awake to your surprise.

He was in his dark navy Kimono, hair wrappings undone. Some strands of his hair fell over his eyes. At that moment, you thought to yourself that he was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“Can I help you y/n?” He was staring at your pillows and blankets.

Ah right. All of the sudden you feel so small and dumb for coming all the way here for no good reason. “Ah, Noritoshi senpai. Um, good evening.” You scrambled for words.

“I, uhm, I’m sorry I can’t really sleep- Ah what I mean to say is that I haven’t been sleeping well lately and I was wondering if I-” a cold gust of air blew past you and you shivered.

Noritoshi’s eyes widened at this and he pulled you into his room and closed the door behind you. He was so close, your face turned bright red. Way too close for comfort.

He seemed to get the hint and took a step back from you. “So you want to stay the night with me, is that what you’re getting at?”

You stayed still before slowly nodding, then looked up to see his reaction. His face was like stone, nothing was giving anything away. He didn’t look so happy to see you in your opinion.

“I’m sorry to disturb you…. I was gonna…. ask… if I ….. could … sleep …. on … your floor…, “ your voice was getting smaller and softer with each word, heart clenching painfully. Your fists tightly scrunched up in your blankets.

Suddenly he leaned down close to bring his face to yours and raised his hand. You flinched and closed your eyes tightly, expecting a “no.”

He cupped your cheeks gently and touched the bags of your eyes with his fingers. “You’ve been looking so exhausted lately, I was actually going to bring it up to you, but I wasn’t able to catch you earlier today. Just share the bed with me.”

You blinked. What. Did you hear that right?

You looked at him with wide eyes. His face was red too. “Is this okay with you? I really don’t want to overstep my boundaries… Last time….” you opened your mouth then realized you didn’t come here to dump all the shit that’s troubling your mind onto Noritoshi.

‘I’m sure he also has it hard on his end’. “Ah, never mind. Thank you so much senpai.” you smiled up at him.

Noritoshi’s chest hurts to see you fake a smile towards him. Time and time again, he’s loved watching how expressive and honest you are with your emotions.

He’s seen your genuine smiles more often than not. Seeing you like this just felt wrong.

“Tell me.” He said.

“Ah- it’s really nothing, I know you’ve been dealing with so much on your end, you’re also stressed, I’m just thankful that you’re letting me stay here in your room-” you were rambling without realizing it.

“Tell me. Don’t hold back. I can feel your unease through the soulmate bond.” he said sternly.

Noritoshi was starting to understand that you both had to work through the negative emotions each one feels together. That’s the reason for the soulmate bond. Ignoring it would be like dragging yourselves through mud.

You got the gist of his line of thought, having the same realization at the same time. You spoke cautiously so as not to offend him, "This has been bothering me. Last time in your room, it just felt like you were treating me as an outsider and it hurt. Like I thought that we were more than that, but maybe it's just me. Also, you once said I didn't know who you are. So I just…. Wanted to understand you better..."

Noritoshi’s eyes softened, and he just couldn’t resist you anymore. He pulled you towards his bed and set down your blankets and pillows. Then turned back to you, “Can I hug you?”

“Of course.” It was fun to see him blush and awkwardly hold his arms out towards you. You stepped into his space, grabbed one arm to throw around your shoulder, and the other around your waist. As he didn’t seem to know where to hold you.

"I do admit I have my secrets and I’m not ready to tell you about them yet. For that I apologize, you have to wait a bit longer until I’m more comfortable with you. But you're not an outsider to me my dear. You could never be. I also believe that we are more than friends, like I said before. I need you to trust me a little more. And I’ll do the same with you, I’ll trust you a bit more. I want it all and this soulbond, as long as it's you."

Your eyes widened and sparkled upon hearing his words. Your bond finally settled into something of a quiet hum underneath your veins. You hugged him tighter, which he smiled at.

"I'm sorry, I should have explained to you how I felt senpai." You whispered sadly. But he just hushed you and held your hand. "It's okay, next time we can do better. Let’s start anew shall we?"

You spoke out a soft yes in response. It was honestly still a disjointed relationship. Like you’re both just two parts of a whole trying to find their way to each other.

"Let's face the truth. This is really an unconventional relationship. We can't really abide by the normal fall in love then confess situation can we?" You said.

"Why can't we?" Noritoshi asked, looking a bit surprised. "It's unconventional and gives us a fair share of problems, that's true. But we can still fall in love and confess the normal way. With time." He added.

You just hummed and nodded.

You pulled back from him, “Anywayss, Why are you still awake at this hour anyways senpai? It's bedtime.”

“Reading the diary of a man who was my past life.” Your eyes widened at that. “Let’s read a bit of it together, then we can sleep?” You nodded.

He set up the pillows so both of you could lean side by side in bed while reading the diary entries. The story was not a nice one. Hotaru eloping with his lover, on the run from their families, curses and curse users. Constantly taking odd jobs to get money, and hiding in old inns. It sounded so exhausting.

You found yourself looking over at Noritoshi every now and then, wanting to lean closer, your eyelids getting heavier.

He turned to you then looked at the clock. 12:47am.

No classes tomorrow, since it's the weekend but you looked terribly sleepy. So he closed the book, set it aside. Closed the lights before climbing in beside you.

You stretched out like a cat before tucking yourself under the sheets. "Sleep time??"

He smiled at you. "Yeah." He laid down beside you, and you were both lying on your sides, facing each other.

"Good night darling." He whispered. Your face heated up but you thanked the darkness that he couldn't see your blush at the pet name.

"Good night Nori- ah senpai." You whispered back.

He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Drop the Senpai, just call me Noritoshi."

"Okay…. Noritoshi."

"Mmmm."

2 minutes passed, but you're both still staring at each other.

"Noritoshi."

"What is it?"

"Nothing much… Just saying your name feels nice. Can we hold hands while we sleep?"

He chuckled and reached to clasp both your hands in his. Your mark has long stopped flashing wildly. It's now a warm dark red glow.

You smiled at your marks.

"Can I kiss you? Properly?" He asked hesitantly.

Oh. You would like that very much. Your heart is literally in your throat, beating so furiously Noritoshi could probably feel it.

You could feel some of his stronger emotions through the bond. He really wants to hold you in his arms, you realized. You never felt so bare with another person before. He could probably feel your emotions too, so no point in hiding it.

As you nodded, he slowly crawled over you, caging you in with his arms. Slow, he was too slow.

You grabbed the front of his Kimono and pulled his lips down to yours. His eyes widened, but soon closed shut as he finally finally got to taste you. He was careful not to crush you as he pressed you into the sheets for a deeper kiss.

You both found yourselves running your hands over the other's body. His tongue entered your mouth and played with yours. Dangerous. Your hands tugging at his hair. It was getting dangerous.

Noritoshi quickly pulled back, chest heaving against yours, and tucked you under his chin. His heartbeat was beating furiously before quickly calming down.

"Darling I'm-" how could he tell you that he wants you right now. This wasn’t good, he had to hold himself back. He kissed you on the forehead.

"Shhhh, I'm right here." he whispered sweet nothings into your ears as you whined out at the loss of his lips on yours. "Time for bed as you said. Good night." He kissed you once more on the cheek.

You pouted and looked up to see him cuddle you with such a soft expression. So you relented, "Okay. Good night Noritoshi." And fell into a deep sleep in his arms.

◇◇◇

"Nnnghhh…."

"Mmnghhh…."

…. You opened your eyes to see Noritoshi groaning above you. It's like 3am, in the middle of the night, and you accidentally shoved your knee in his gut.

He was still asleep, but he could feel the pain. You hurriedly retracted your knee, reaching over to pat him on the back. Then moving to stroke him gently on the head.

As he finally settled back into sleep, you subconsciously moved forward to tuck your head under his neck. He is feverishly warm and comfortable. It’s gonna be hard going to bed without him.

And as you fell back into a deep sleep in his arms, Noritoshi, still asleep, wrapped his arms tighter around you and then continued dozing off.

◇◇◇

You felt yourself wake up with the best night’s sleep you’ve had in years. And that was saying something.

Noritoshi was still sleeping. He looked like he was having a rather nice dream. You traced the outline of his features with your fingers until his eyes snapped open.

You jumped back, shrieking and almost falling off the edge of the bed. But Noritoshi had fast reflexes, hand reaching out to grab your waist and pull you close to him. Your face smacked into his chest.

"Morning." His voice was so deep and raspy, you shivered at the sound. His eyes darkened.

"Morning senpai." You whispered, feeling so small.

"Do you make it a habit to play with other people’s faces while they’re asleep?" He whispered.

Goosebumps prickled along your skin as he stroked your arms slowly. "Ahh, I didn’t know you were awake, I’m sorry." You blushed.

Both of your stomachs were kind enough to growl and save your sorry ass. Noritoshi laughed at this.

"My darling needs some breakfast. I'll have the Kamo household prepare and deliver some for us." He said as he reached for his phone.

"Noritoshi, you don't have to, I don't want to be a bother really." You tugged at his sleeves.

“I already said you're never a bother to me haven't I?” He slumped over you as he typed out a text.

You groaned from underneath, "You're heavy Noritoshi."

"That's to stop you from leaving my room without breakfast." He deadpanned.

Blood Bound: Table of Contents

#jjk x reader #jjk scenarios #kamo noritoshi x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #red strings of fate #blood bound

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bokutobaes · 3 years

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inarizaki boys when you have a bad day

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆-with: atsumu, suna, kita

☆-!warnings!: swearing, parental issues, parents fighting, (there’s nothing physically violent), illness like the flu

☆-a/n: yall these are longgg LOL sorry

☆- author: lu <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ atsumu:

-his baby had a bad day :((

-just kidding he didn’t notice at first I’m so sorry nzjsjjsj

-your lockers are nearby so he’s usually waiting for you there first thing in the morning

-you woke up today with a headache and you were just really tired from studying last night :/

-you wanted to suck it up because it was your own fault for leaving the studying until the night before the test you had

-anyways, you were walking up to your locker lowkey trying to avoid eye contact with him

-“hi tsumu :)” u fricken liar with that fake smile

-“morning babe!” atsumu pulled u in for a back hug “i have to get to class kinda early for a test review so i’ll see you at lunch”

-and with that he was pecking your cheek and leaving

-“okay.. kind of good” you thought.. you didn’t wanna worry him or anything so you headed to you first class, math

-hell literally broke loose.. you forgot your pencil case and had to ask like 4 people until you got one which was embarrassing

-AND THEN the teacher called on you for an answer that you didn’t know like the universe

was against you or something

-“uhh... ummm i don’t know..” headass😩

-the class after that was slightly less dehumanizing but it was also japanese class.. the class you had a test in that you just barely studied for

-you did the test and lost braincells, blood sweat and tears LOL

-“okay class these will be graded by lunchtime so please come by to collect your scores before your next class”

-ogey :/ anyways u went to ur next class and before u knew it, it was lunch time.

-a text from atsumu made your phone vibrate while on your way to get your test scores

-“hey babe im actually gonna eat lunch with samu we’re practicing a bit at lunch”

-oh :) ok :) that’s fine :) not like u :) desperately:) need a hug :) right now :)

-“oh okay babe” you text back

-whatever u don’t need him independent queen

-that’s your mindset.. until you get those test scores

-it’s a literal fail .. did not pass the test.. ok..

-“y/n san, these test scores were not your usual best. I’m slightly disappointed, if there’s anything going on please let me know”

-“thank you sensei. i’ll do better next time.

-at this point you were just tying not to cry so you took your test and shouldered your bag and walked to a bench outside for some fresh air.

-right.. you didn’t bring lunch today

-so now you were hungry, tired, defeated, disappointed and lonely :,(

-the last class of your day went by quickly probably because you were zoned out the whole time

-the end of the day came and you were at your locker when your guardian texted you

-“Y/n, you had that test today right? I’m expecting to see the grade when your back home. Didn’t have time to make food tonight so find something to eat on your way home.”

-oh that test ? lol hahaha the one that you failed?! yeah that one haha lol lollll

-so with that, you started your walk home

-“y/n!!”

-fuck. atsumu.

-if you saw him now you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold in your tears and you really didn’t want to cry

-so your solution? pretend you didn’t hear him and walk faster lmfaokdhdh

-but atsumu, being.. well atsumu, decided to just full speed sprint towards you to put his shoulder around you

-“i literally know you heard me. i missed you today sorry about lun- why are you crying ?!!?”

-“bad day” you choked out before a shuddering gasp wracked your chest

-atsumu didn’t say anything he just wrapped you in a tight hug, petting you hair while you cried into his chest

-“its okay babe.. “ :(

-“you wanna come over? we can get food and cuddle”

-you nodded your head taking a shaky breath

-his hand reached out and wiped your tears, brushed your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead like it was natural to him.

-and so you walked together hand in hand to atsumu’s house where you ate samu’s leftover onigiri and vented to atsumu about the day while you cuddled

-he also gave you a hoodie :,)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ suna:

-“living is a chore :|” you thought as the alarm rang through your room ruining your peaceful sleep

-it was raining outside and your mind went back to last night, the screaming match your parents had

-normally you’d be used to it but it felt like they were starting to take the anger they had for each other out on you now

-you tried not to but you started thinking about all the things your mom had yelled to you through the closed door of your bedroom

-“your just like your father. you’re selfish, lazy and all you do is run around with that little boyfriend of yours! what about your family?! you think your better then us? why don’t you move out then since your so good at being independent?!”

-everything she said was always completely blown out of proportion, she lied all the time. it’s exhausting for you

-you started getting ready for school, you wanted to see suna and your friends and laugh and just forget last night even happened

-when you got to school suna was there at your locker scrolling lazily through his phone

-you smiled, genuinely as he looked up and greeted you with a smirk

-“nice hair.”

-“wha-“ you started and then smacked his arm when you realized that your baby hairs were out of sorts “shutup” you scowled

-“good morning” suna hugged you

-“good morning”

-now you were off to class, it always went by too fast, you thought. school was always done in the blink of an eye

-“what’re you doing at lunch?” your friend tapped your shoulder and whispered to you

-“mmm nothing probably why?”

-“let’s eat on the roof today! yui told me there’s gonna be a rainbow cuz it stopped raining.”

-“okay” you smiled

-now at lunch with your friends you ate the bento you had packed before. the rainbow was there and it was beautiful

-you were having fun just laughing with your friends and texting suna while he sent terrible photos of atsumu. things were good, you had forgotten about your mom

-until the end of the day came and you had to go back home

-as usual suna was at his locker waiting so that you could walk home together

-after crossing the street you and suna were at a bike path, trees surrounding the fences

-it was a comfortable silence until...

-“what’s wrong?”

-suna asking took you by surprise, you didn’t think you were acting any different. were you?

-“what are you talking about”

-“you look sad, you did this morning too but then you were fine the rest of the day so I didn’t say anything. but, you look sad again now”

-“oh..”

-so suna just saw right through you

-“ um.. i’m okay.. it’s just ..” you laughed dryly “i don’t really want to go home”

-“did something happen?”

-“yeah.. my parents were fighting, it turned into this whole thing.” you felt a lump in your throat start to form “i don’t really wanna talk about it”

-“okay. you should just come over then, right?”

-“can i?”

-“you literally don’t even have to ask me anymore y/n” suna grabbed your hand and led the way

-when you got there suna hopped on his couch and started putting on something from netflix

-“my parents aren’t home, my sister has a dance thing today” he grabbed a blanket and you sat down, putting your head in his lap

-suna put on a comedy show, of course he would

-he played with your hair while you watched and after an episode or two, he asked

-“do you want to talk about it now?”

-and so you did, you told him what happened last night and what your mom said. your plan was to not cry but that failed miserably

-suna listened intently, he told you the truth, he said that what she said wasn’t true, he told you you could sleepover whenever you needed to.

-kissed you and wrapped you back in the blanket

-“i love you, you know that right? always.”

-he always knew what to say and you loved him for that

-“i love you too, suna”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ kita:

-kita knew, first thing he noticed when he saw you that you weren’t okay

-you woke up with a terrible headache, aching body and stomachache

-so this is it? this is hell? ok.

-but the test.. you had a test today. fortunately you had actually studied for weeks because you knew it was important

-mentally? you were ready for that test. physically? you had the spanish influenza

-so you weighed the options and decided you would go to school, take the test and then come back home after.

-the problem with that was that kita would in fact lecture you on all the reasons you should not have come to school

-he was right of course, but you still decided that you would need to avoid him for today

-spoiler alert it did not work

-your test was your third class of the day so you only had to get through 2 classes and you’d leave at lunch perfectly avoiding kita

-this was what you thought while you were at your locker until you closed it and walked directly into kitas chest

-“wow”

-“good morning y/n-chan”

-“morning kita! i have to go or I’ll be late!”

-you ran😭 and you almost got away too but kita grabbed your arm and pulled you to one side of the hallway

-he felt your forehead and both cheeks

-“you have a fever y/n”

-“no I don’t I’m just hot from walking to school”

-he said 😐

-you signed and rested your head on his chest letting your arms dangle

-“why did you come? you look sick”

-“thanks. I have a test.”

-“how do you feel?”

-you told him your symptoms but also that you were leaving right after the test and you could pull through

-he really didn’t want you to overwork yourself but he knew you were set on taking the test

-so he let you go and he made you promise to text him between classes and let him know if you felt any worse

-and off you went

-honestly, you were fine up until halfway through your second class.. then you started feeling really cold and tired even kind of nauseous

-then in the third class your test was put onto your desk and before you knew it your teacher was saying “begin”

-okay. you can do this you thought to yourself. the test was easy enough with how much you studied, you thought about every answer and you tried to finish quick

-but then it was like time cut itself in half and the bell for lunch was ringing

-you weren’t even done the test yet

-“y/n you can stay in here until your done but i expect you to have it finished soon”

-one question left

-you don’t even remember what you ended up putting before you were up and giving the paper to your teacher

-kita was right there when you left the classroom

-“hey ..hey.. y/n”

-you could barely hear him you just flopped into his arms

-“okay I’m taking you home.. “

-“but..”

-“shh let’s go”

-you don’t remember getting there but then you were in your bed smothered in pillows and blankets

-kita came in

-“what time is it?”

-he looked at his phone “half past 4”

-“4?!” you jolted up “did you even go back to school?” “kita?!”

-he smiled at you “no but it’s okay y/n it was only one day. i wanted to take care of you

-you noticed he had a steaming cup of something in his hands

-“what’s that” you asked

-“its tea, but it’s special tea :)”

-“what do you mean” you laughed

-“my grandma showed me how to make it, it’s gonna make you feel a lot better”

-he’s so cute...

-“kita... you didn’t have to do all this”

-“i wanted to” he sits beside you and hands you the tea

-literally tasted like heaven

-“mmmmm oh my god”

-kita laughed and kissed you on the cheek before joining you in the bed

-you cuddled and watched movies on your laptop until you fell asleep, comfortable in your boyfriends arms

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Nothing Changed But Everything’s Different | Sirius Black x Reader

Warning: slowburn angst, mentions of slight violence, alcohol, no happy ending

Time/Era: Marauder Era, Ages 18-21

Word Count: 10.1k

Summary: Sirius found someone who made him believe in love at first sight.

Request: Okay! :) Well in that case can I have an ANGST Sirius x Reader? Where they’ve been together for a few years (it’s post-hogwarts only a couple years) but the relationship is starting to sour and crumble. Sirius being Sirius is flirting with other girls and just neglecting y/n. They argue a lot and everyone can see that it’s deteriorating. It gets to a point where he just flat doesn’t acknowledge her even though they live together, long and ANGSTY pls 🥺 :) U decide the ending! :) Ty, much love!

A/N: I worked really, really hard on this so I hope you enjoy :) Let me know what you think :)

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“She’s absolutely gorgeous, Prongs!” A young Sirius Black twirled around the dorm room and fell onto his bed with a dreamy sigh. “She’s witty and smart mouthed, but she’s so sweet and nice at the same time. She listens to the Weird Sisters and Queen and she’s a total badass.”

“Y/N L/N?” James scoffs, bending over a sketch he was working on. It appeared to be an intricate building of some sort, complete with four stories and geometric windows.

“Yes, Y/N L/N! I think it’s love at first sight, Prongsy. I’m going to marry that girl one day.” Sirius laid one of his ankles against the post of his bed. The leather of his boot made a loud squeaking noise, and James cringed.

“Have you ever even talked to Y/N L/N?” James smiled smugly and smudged ink across the side of his hand.

“Have you ever had an actual conversation with Lily Evans?” Sirius countered, making James sputter. James looked diagonally towards Sirius and moved his head so their corresponding bedposts weren’t in the way.

“I have! This morning, for example! We talked about the morning toast for a full 3 minutes!” His glasses began to fog as his cheeks warm. Sirius laughed heartily and threw the pillow that was under his head square at James’ face. With a deep ‘oof,’ James looks back towards Sirius, glasses now crooked. “Fine, don’t believe me! You’re just angry Evans is finally starting to fall for my charm.”

“Ah yes, my bad. I forgot sweat and body odor was irresistible to girls.”

“Lily isn’t a girl.” James reached his slender fingers to level his glasses. “She’s a woman.”

Sirius was sent into hysterics; chest heaving, loud laughter, tearful, hysterics. James rolled his eyes and threw the pillow back at Sirius. But, in all of its glory, the cushion hit Sirius’ bedpost and sent feathers flying through the air. Sirius busts out in even more laughter, falling to the floor with a big, dramatic thud.

“What’s going on here?” Remus asks, entering the room and setting his bag onto his bed. “Why is Pads on the floor?”

“JP assaulted me!”

“I DID NOT YOU THREW FIRST!!!”

Remus chuckled under his breath and unbuckled his bag to retrieve his homework. “And what exactly caused this alleged assault? Did Sirius call you Prancer again?”

A bark sounding laugh came from Sirius and James scowled.

“No, we were just talking about his newfound obsession with Y/N L/N and he took an unwarranted dig at mine and Lily’s relationship.”

Remus snorted and set his work on his desk. “What relationship?” Sirius let out another “HA” and pulled himself back onto his mattress. “And isn’t Y/N L/N the one who called your hair greasy, Pads?”

“Well, yes, but I like a woman with a bit of attitude,” Sirius sighed dreamily. His left pointer finger, ring and all, came to twirl a chunk of his hair. “I think I want an autumn wedding.”

“You’re not getting married to her, mate. You don’t even know her.” James came to Remus’ bed and started poking around his bag. “Are you putting on the scar ointment Pomfrey gave you still, Moons? Hey! Stop picking at that one, you’re going to make it worse!” He slapped Remus’ hand away from his face and Remus rolled his eyes.

“Who are you? My mother?”

“I am too going to marry her, James! Just watch me!”

Peter opened the door solemnly, a grumpy look plastered on his face. James turns nervously towards him before slapping him on the back.

“What happened, Pete? I thought you were supposed to be on a date?”

“I was, but she stood me up. Again.” Peter responds, making a beeline for the window seat. Conveniently, it was located next to his bed, so he haphazardly tossed his school bag onto the mattress. He grabs hold of one of the pillows before hugging it to his chest and burying his head into it. Sirius and James share a look before Sirius speaks up.

“Awh, you’ll get ‘em next time. Don’t worry too much about it. It’s her loss, really.”

“No, it was my loss. It was Abagail Cavin, mate. It was definitely my loss.” Peter’s voice was muffled as he muttered into the soft fabric.

“Who’s Abagail Cavin?” Sirius asks, looking towards Remus for an answer. He shrugs.

“I think that’s the ginger girl who always hangs around Y/N L/N? A year or two below us,” James thought aloud. “She’s friends with Lily too, I’ve seen them studying together.”

Remus snorts. “Of course you have.”

“I don’t know if I’m sad or angry.” The mousy boy admits, throwing the pillow in his lap at the wall. It hit one of Sirius’ Queen posters, making the frame fall to the floor with a loud crash. James is quick to swoop in and redirect Peter’s attention in fear of him escalating.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay, there’s no need to get mad at Abagail. Um, how about we go get some sweets from the kitchens, yeah? Maybe that’ll make you feel better.”

Peter tightened his jaw, staring at the now shattered frame on the ground. After a moment of silence from all the boys, Peter nodded and the pair exited the room.

“Y/N L/N,” Sirius spoke in his signature flirty voice. He tried to match her walking pace, but she seemed to be in a rush.

“Sirius Black, what can I do for you?” Y/N answered, her school uniform skirt swaying as she walked. She was on her way to meet Abagail in the library so the two could study together, and she was already 5 minutes late.

“I was wondering if you would -excuse me, sorry- if you would like to go to the next Quidditch match with me?” Y/N seemed to swerve in and out of the crowded hallway like a car in heavy traffic. “Supposed to be a good game, you know.”

“Me? Go with you? While you cheer your little boyfriend on? Thanks for offering, but I have to decline.”

“Come on, you always go anyway! It could be fun!” Sirius finally matched Y/N’s fast gait. “And maybe we could grab some hot butterbeer or cider after.”

Y/N sighed, suddenly stopping at the entrance of the library. She faced Sirius boldly and grabbed his upper arms with her hands.

“Listen, it’s really flattering that you want me to go with you, and I have to admit, you’re super cute. But, you don’t exactly have the best track record with girls and I don’t want to be just a checkmark on your list of girls to shag.”

While any person would be wounded by Y/N’s blunt assumptions, Sirius grins. “That’s where you’re wrong, love. I don’t really have a track record with girls, unless you count the week I dated Marlene McKinnon the October of our 2nd year. It’s our 7th year and I’ve had one kind-of girlfriend.”

Sirius watched as Y/N’s facial expression changed. Taking this as an invitation to keep going, he rubs his hands together and continues. “And if you’re talking about shagging, I’ve shagged maybe three girls who were not on some kind of to-fuck list, thank you very much.” Sirius suddenly leans in so he could whisper. “I’m just flirty. And based on the look on your face, the flirting is working.”

“Y/N!” Abagail’s voice made Y/N drop her hands and Sirius smirk. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, we’re just chit chatting,” Sirius answers for Y/N. “But, I do have a question for you, Ab.”

Abagail’s face scrunched in response. “Don’t call me that. What’s your question?”

“Why’d you stand up my mate Peter?” Sirius now stood with his feet shoulders width apart, arms crossed over his chest and his hair pulled to one side. Y/N couldn’t help but admire how well Sirius’ uniform pants fit.

“What do you mean, stand him up? We talked about hanging out, but we never made actual plans. Honestly, I don’t really think I want to make any official plans. Some of the things he says are kinda scary.” Y/N looks sympathetically towards her friend.

“I told you to just ignore him, babes.”

“I know, I know. I really think he’s a nice guy deep down though.”

Sirius looked puzzled, “What harmless, little Peter Pettigrew says scares you?”

Abagail nods frantically, “He came and sat with Lily and me when we were studying in the library last week. He went on a rant about how he can’t wait to become an Auror just to see,” The girl lifted her fingers to so air quotes. “How far he can take it.”

“That doesn’t sound like Peter at all,” Sirius’ eyebrows knit in confusion.

“Well, it was. And Y/N and I have a lot of studying to do. So, if you’ll excuse us.” Abagail gently tugged at Y/N’s arm.

“Wait! So, is it a date, Y/N?” Sirius called after the girls. Y/N turned over her shoulder and beamed.

“Common room before the match. I don’t like to be kept waiting, Black!”

“You don’t like to be kept waiting… but you think it’s perfectly okay to leave me all alone in the common room? That’s not very kind, Y/N.” Sirius watched Y/N descend the stairs to the girls dormitory. He was wearing his Gryffindor sweater and ripped black jeans, his hair tied messily in a bun. A long, striped scarf dangled lazily on his shoulders and draped down his frame to his mid thigh.

“I said before the match and if I’m not mistaken, it’s before the match.” Y/N tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Are those for me?”

Sirius quickly stood, holding out a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers. “Heh, yeah. I thought it was fitting because it’s the middle of October and we’re going to a Quidditch match. The leaves are orange and there’s so many colors and the sunflowers have the same kind of color pallet-”

“Sirius, they’re lovely. Thank you.” Y/N cut off the blabbering boy. She took the flowers happily and observed their pretty petals. Sirius was right; the rich golden color matched the fallen leaves that littered the Hogwarts grounds. Y/N held up a waiting finger to Sirius so she could go leave her flowers in her dorm.

“It’s pretty cold out, love, do you want to grab a jacket?” Sirius said when she returned.

“It’s all in the name of fashion, my dear,” Y/N pulls a piece of hair behind her ear and nods towards the portrait hole. “Shall we?”

Y/N sat in the crowd with her legs crossed; her shoulders were slumped forwards and her hands stayed sandwiched in between her thighs. Gryffindor was absolutely destroying Ravenclaw with the impressive score of 80-10.

“The snitch is right by Potter’s head!” Y/N screeched, bumping Sirius’ shoulder with her own.

“Where?! I don’t see it!”

“To the right! Meadowes needs to catch it before Lockhart sees it!” Y/N shivers in spite of herself, bringing her hands to her mouth in order to warm them. Sirius snickers and loops his scarf around her shoulders.

“Hopefully that doesn’t ruin your outfit, love.” Sirius winks and turns back to the game.

The scarf was soft and toasty, and smelt exactly like Sirius. The satisfying mix of leather, butterbeer, pine and smoke engulfed her senses and made her dizzy. Y/N wrapped it around her arms and snuggled deeper into the soft knit.

“Meadowes spots the snitch!” Remus announces over the intercom. The entire statum seemed to erupt into chaos; cheers and boos echoing off of every surface within 500 feet.

Y/N had always had a soft spot for Remus; they weren’t friends, but something about him was so warm and inviting. He in no way seemed like the type to announce a Quidditch match, but it appears that when you’re friends with James Potter long enough, anything could happen.

Dorcas zooms past the Gryffindor student section in her pursuit for the snitch. The entire group, Lily and Marlene especially, scream out loud words of encouragement. Y/N could have sworn she could see a faint smile appear across Dorcas’ features.

“Potter scores! 10 points to Gryffindor! 90-10! Ravenclaw could still win if Lockhart catches the snitch!”

“Come on, come on,” Sirius mumbles under his breath. No matter how much he liked to deny it, Sirius got really into Quidditch. He couldn’t play for shit, but he knew the mechanics of the game like the back of his hand.

“Meadowes catches the snitch! Gryffindor wins!!” The entire crowd goes ballistic. Kids hug, and some kiss, before storming the field to congratulate their team. James stays on his broom, doing small loops in the air in the hopes of impressing a certain redhead.

Sirius wraps his strong arms around his date, pulling her to her feet and lifting her into the air. “We won, Y/N! We won!!”

Y/N snakes her arms around Sirius in return, a similar happiness bubbling in her chest.

“What’d ya say about grabbing some hot cider from the kitchens to celebrate?” Sirius questions, noticing they’re the last students at their seats.

Y/N nods, a soft smile gracing her face. “Yes, please. I’m fucking freezing.”

“It would be easier if you just levitated the boxes in, love.” Y/N watched as Sirius struggled to carry boxes into the living room of their new flat. She giggled, admiring her boyfriend’s flexed biceps and strong hands. The prominent veins in his hands and forearms were bulging, making the manual labor a show for his very happy girlfriend.

“I feel like that’s bad luck,” Sirius explained, placing the cardboard onto the floor. “I want to do this right. If I don’t we could be cursed.”

“Whatever you say, babe. But, just so you know, that box goes into the kitchen.” With a flirty wink and smile, Y/N walked into their bedroom to unpack some of their boxes.

Their new flat wasn’t overly exciting; it was a one bedroom, one bath flat above a small bakery in the center of London. It was a tiny space, as you’d expect two barely-twenty-year-olds to own, but it would soon be their home. Y/N was just excited the flat had a kitchenette and a small living space.

The best part, in Y/N’s opinion at least, was the fact that the smell of freshly baked bread filled their flat at the beginning of each day. The elderly bakery owners, Jullian and Caspar, had given the young couple a good price on the flat. According to them, they were waiting for the perfect couple to rent from them. What that meant, Y/N didn’t know, but it made her feel special all the same.

Y/N looked out of their window to the hustle and bustle on the sidewalk below. The shop was a small, hole in the wall bakery called Dream Puffs, that was oddly popular for its location. And Y/N was quick to understand why. Almost everything they made, especially the sour dough bread and cream puffs, were to die for. Jillian had presented Sirius and her a large loaf of the bread and a dozen cream puffs as a welcome present, most of which had been eaten already. Y/N wished she had known of Dream Puffs and the wonderful owners before, but she supposed she still had a lot to discover in London.

The one downside was the only way to get into their apartment was by going through the bakery. It’s not the worst thing in the world, but when you’re in a rush or having a bad day, having to face random people isn’t the most ideal situation. Jullian and Caspar were nice enough to close the bakery early for the couple’s move in.

“I thought you were supposed to be unpacking?” Sirius poked his head into their bedroom with sweat dripping down his brow.

“Oh right, sorry,” Y/N lazily flicked her wand and their clothing sprang to life.

“Bad luck, Y/N!” He entered the room and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, laid his chin on her shoulder and looked out the window. The busy streets and buildings were muted by the glass, which made Y/N feel as if they were watching ants in an ant farm.

“I doubt we’ll get bad luck from levitating a few shirts, darling,” Y/N brought one of his hands to her mouth, gently kissing his knuckles before returning it to her waist. “I can’t believe this place is ours,”

“Well, technically it’s Jillian’s and Caspars, but yes.” Sirius chuckles directly into Y/N’s ear and kisses her shoulder. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Are you asking me to marry you?”

“Yes and no. Not now, obviously, but eventually. We’re going to be together forever anyway, so why should we rush?”

Y/N sighed happily, feeling very loved.

“Do you think Abagail will ever talk to me again?” Peter asked, laying his head against the armrest of the couch. “I heard she's working at the book shop in Diagon Alley.”

Y/N snorted, laying her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder and enjoying the sound of the record playing in the corner of the room. Sirius and Y/N were hosting a dinner party for their friends in celebration of James getting accepted into the Auror academy. The nine of them -Sirius, Y/N, James, Lily, Peter, Remus, Marlene, Dorcas, and Mary- were all piled in Sirius and Y/N’s small living room, tipsy and full of warm food.

“That happened almost two years ago, Pete. Let it go,” Y/N hummed, Sirius’ gentle hand rubbing her back and lulling her to sleep. She could feel the vibrations of Sirius’ laughter through his leather jacket.

“Yeah, so? I’m not allowed to like someone that long?” Peter’s voice was harsher than he anticipated, making Sirius send a glare his way.

“She means stop moping around and pining after a girl who doesn’t want you. There’s a world of opportunity and thousands of girls just waiting to date you if you open your eyes to it.” Sirius’ tone was barely lighter than Peter’s.

“Well I don’t want thousands of girls, Padfoot. I want Abagail. Not everyone can hit it on their first try.”

“Hit it on their first try?” Y/N was now wide awake. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean,” Peter sat up, looking Y/N straight in the eyes. “You fucked Sirius on the first date.”

“Woah, woah, woah, alright that’s enough. Wormy, Pads, Y/N, let’s all just take a deep breath and calm down for a moment.” James was quick on his feet to defuse the potentially harmful situation. He knew how Peter could get, and he didn’t want to see it escalate to that point.

“Did you just slut shame me for having sex with my own boyfriend? Do you even have the authority to do that, Mr. Unused-Condom?” Y/N was now standing with James, starting to walk towards Peter. Peter stumbled to his feet and stared into Y/N’s eyes.

“He wasn’t your boyfriend then, Miss Drop-My-Panties-for-a-Knut.”

Sirius was quick to act, anger boiling inside of him. His knuckles balled into a fist and he threw a nasty punch square into Peter’s jaw. “No one insults my girl, Peter. I thought you knew better than that.” Sirius’ voice was like nothing Y/N had ever heard; it was cold and icy, yet fiery hot and full of hell-bending anger.

Peter looked up and slugged Sirius right in the nose, making it gush blood. Remus grabs Sirius’ arms and binds them behind his back, trusting James to do the same to Peter.

Y/N shrieked, having never seen Sirius or Peter get physical with anyone, let alone each other. Marlene grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the boys.

“What have we talked about, you two?” James demanded, the vein on his neck bulging.

“I’m not going to sit around and let him harass my girlfriend, JP! He’s a fucking asshole and he knows it!” Sirius struggled against his binds, but Remus was much stronger than him.

“I’m not the one dating a slut!”

“Get the fuck out of my flat!” Sirius screams making the room shake. Peter wiggles from James’ grip and grabs his wand before disapperating out of the room.

Remus releases Sirius and he stomps out of the flat and down the stairs, most likely to go smoke a cigarette. James quickly follows after a glance towards Lily.

“What did James mean when he said ‘what have we talked about,’ Remus?” Y/N asks, her soft voice a stark contrast from Sirius’ shouting. Remus runs a big hand down his face and plops onto the couch.

“I wasn’t supposed to let you girls know,” He scoffs, shaking his head. “Sirius and Peter have been at each other’s throats for the past few years. Recently, it started getting physical. James always tries to defuse the situation, but it doesn’t work a ton.” Remus meets Y/N’s gaze and smiles sadly. “That boy would do absolutely anything for you, I hope you know that.”

Sirius laid in bed with his arms wound tightly around Y/N’s waist. It was near 5 am and the light was just barely peeking through the window of their bedroom. The morning bread must have just been put in the oven, as the smell of fresh bread was slowly starting to overtake the flat. A long sliver of silver light slashed against the wall before fading delicately into the white paint. Sirius sighed contently and looked down at his girl.

Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly agape; Sirius observed how Y/N’s eyes moved under her eyelids while wondering what she was dreaming about. He hoped she dreamt of him, as his dreams were constantly riddled with her. Every aspect of her danced around his dreams: her lovely smile, her laugh, her scent, her gait, and everything that made Y/N Y/N. Sirius’ own lips parted a miniscule amount as he brought the back of his fingers to brush her cheek. He couldn’t help but notice how soft her skin was under his touch. She was so peaceful in this moment, and if she was to be disturbed, the world would crack.

But all good things come to an end, and Y/N opened her eyes. Her features were riddled with the grogginess of sleep as she batted her eyes to focus her vision.

“Darling? Is everything alright?” Her voice was honey in his ears.

“Perfect, my love. Go back to sleep.”

“What time is it?” Y/N began to wiggle from his strong grip, but Sirius tightened his hold on her waist.

The man shot a spare glance at the old coo-coo clock that hung in the corner. “Quarter to five”

“Then may I ask why you’re awake?”

Sirius sighed, pressing an opened mouth kiss on her forehead. “Couldn’t sleep, the nightmares are still awry.”

“What was it this time? Your mom?” Y/N was now wide awake and propped up onto her elbow.

“No, the last Order mission, actually,” Sirius gently brushed a clump of hair out of her eyes. “But it’s okay, I’m alright. I have you here with me.”

Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched and her mouth pierced. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, my darling. I just want to lay here with my beautiful girl in my arms.”

“I’ve never been to this bar before,” Y/N giggles as Sirius opens the door to the small building. The outside’s appearance was rather unappealing; cracked, exposed brick that has moss growing out of it, a leaky gutter system, a splintering wooden door and a faded open sign. Y/N looked up towards the LED sign that spelled out the bar’s name. Silver Sickle Bar and Eatery illuminated in the wet pavement, but multiple letters were unlit, making it read Silver Ickle and Eat.

“Me either, one of my clients works here and said she’d give me free drinks.” Sirius winked before following Y/N inside.

The place was small and drafty, but oddly cozy. It had the same exposed brick as the outside, but this time, they were bright red and covered in picture frames. A few wooden tables were scattered across the floor opposite the bar, and various older men sat with beers in their hands.

“Oh, Sirius! My love, you came!” A very angelic girl from behind bar squeals, quickly exciting the bar and throwing her arms around Sirius. Her hurried speed made Y/N step away from the pair to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. Sirius chuckles heartily, wrapping his arms around her small frame, seeming to forget Y/N was there.

“Vanessa! Nice to see you again,” He exhaled. A sinking feeling settled in the bottom of Y/N’s stomach. “How is your tattoo healing?”

Vanessa pulls her shirt down to show Sirius the skin in between her breasts. On her skin sat a magical tattoo of a Hongorian Horntail dragon, which looked towards Sirius and blew a big breath of fire his way. The art was gorgeous, very obviously Sirius’ work, which only made Y/N’s stomach sink further into her feet. The red, lacy, v neck bra Vanessa was wearing brought out the ink in the tattoo perfectly, and the shape of the cut displayed not only her breasts, but the dragon beautifully.

Y/N knew that many of Sirius’ clients were girls; she wasn’t stupid. He was a newly licensed tattoo artist at the biggest magical tattoo parlor in all of London. Not to mention, Sirius was an incredibly talented artist, which meant his appointment list was extremely difficult to get on. The charming attitude and good looks only added to the appeal of his artistry.

“Who’s this?” Vanessa turned her gaze from Sirius’ to look directly at Y/N. Her long, black hair fell over her shoulder like a waterfall and her porcelain skin glowed under the dim lighting.

“Oh! Right,” Sirius stuttered, shooting a grin in Y/N’s direction. “This is my gorgeous girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N this is Vanessa, I did her dragon tattoo last week.”

Y/N forced herself to send a polite smile towards the girl who was just all over her boyfriend. Vanessa sent an equally fake smile and began to walk back to the bar.

“And what can I get started for you, handsome?” She giggled, standing in front of the large wall of liquor. Y/N felt as if she was back at Hogwarts with all the girls throwing themselves at Sirius.

“Old fashioned,” Sirius responded, taking place on one of the wooden stools. “And for the lady, tequila on the rocks with lime.”

Vanessa sends Y/N an icy look before giggling sweetly. “Coming right up.”

Y/N sends a worried glance towards Sirius, but he just responds by squeezing her thigh and kissing her temple.

“So, do you have any tattoos? Since you’re so good at your job, I would assume you do, yes?” Vanessa asks, pouring Sirius’s drink and sliding it towards him.

“Quite a few,” He catches the glass before it flies off the bar. “Most of them are covered by my shirt though.”

It was true, Sirius’ torso and shoulders were littered with tattoos: A large lion across his right shoulder onto his bicep, stag antlers across his shoulder blades, a moon on the lower left side of his stomach, rat paw marks under the moon, and constellations riddling his collarbones.

The bartender tilts her head to the side cheekily. “Can I see them?”

Sirius chuckles in a very happy, flattered way. “I don’t think that’s quite necessary here,”

“But I can already see this one…” Vanessa reached her arm across the bar and traced the bottom of the lion’s mane with her long, slender fingers. The tattoo seemed to move with her movements. “Can’t I see the rest?”

Y/N coughs, slapping her hand against the bar. The vibration of Y/N’s sudden movement caused Sirius’ drink to wobble inside the glass. “I think I ordered a tequila not a random chick flirting with my boyfriend.”

“Of course, how foolish of me.” Vanessa sent a scowl Y/N’s way and turned her back to fetch the bottle of alcohol. Sirius matched Vanessa’s expression.

Once the flirt finished making Y/N’s drink, she slid it over to her. Y/N took a sip, only to find it was awfully made and very watered down.

“Sirius, babe, I have a headache, can we go home?”

“You didn’t have a headache a minute ago?” Sirius raises an eyebrow.

“I know, I just feel a migraine coming on. I really need to take my migraine potion before it gets bad. Please?”

Sirius sighs and nods, throwing an arm around her shoulders and kissing her temple. “Of course, babygirl.”

The pair stand from their stools but Vanessa stops them. “That’ll be 2 galleons for the tequila.”

“You said you’d give me free drinks?” Sirius placed a comforting hand on Y/N’s lower back, rubbing small circles over her shirt.

“Yeah, for you. The tequila wasn’t for you.”

“Yeah, fine, whatever.” Sirius reached into his pocket and pulled out two galleons, slamming them onto the bar.

“Can I bet on seeing you again?” A loud giggle comes from her mouth as the couple exited the building. “Maybe you can show me your tattoos.”

“I don’t know, Lily! She was all over him and he didn’t stop it.” Y/N bit into an apple and traced the Potters’ tablecloth. It was a month after Sirius and Y/N had visited The Silver Sickle, and Y/N couldn’t keep her anxieties to herself.

“Have you tried talking to him about it?” Lily responded, kneading a big glob of pie crust at the counter. Potter Cottage was much larger than Sirius and Y/N’s flat above Dream Puffs. Earlier that month, Lily had announced she was pregnant, so James decided it was time to upgrade from their small flat to a house fit to raise a family.

“Yes, but each time I try to bring her up he gets defensive and assures me that it was nothing, that he was trying to get free drinks.”

Lily stared down at her dough intensely before grabbing her rolling pin. “Well, I wouldn’t let him get away with it. Maybe try to ask him again tonight? Just sit down and have a real, hearts on the table conversation about your feelings and whatnot. It’s important to do that.”

“Yeah, that’s the thing. He’s been staying at work late this entire week. Apparently, one of his clients is getting a full back tattoo and it’s taking multiple sessions to finish. This is his biggest job to date, I don’t want to ruin it for him.”

“How late is late?” The mom-to-be laid the pie crust into her pan and began to trim the excess off of the edges.

“Nine, sometimes ten. He comes home exhausted.”

“Hm, okay. I’d still try to speak with him if you can. How’s your work going? St. Mungos treating you well?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely. My supervisor said that I’m one of the best beginning level healers he’s seen since Pomfrey worked in my ward,” Y/N took another bite of her apple. “I might get transferred to the branch in France for a week coming up, though. There was a big gas explosion and they have over 200 burn victims. My supervisor said it would be a good experience for me.”

“Oh, I read about that in The Prophet! Those poor people,” Lily filled the crust with apple pie filling. “I’m sure they need all the help they can get.”

“Oh, I know. I haven’t learned much about burn solvents yet, so it’ll be interesting to learn on the job.”

“Are you going this week? What a shame, it’s your birthday on Saturday.”

“Oh, no, the earliest I would be leaving is a fortnight from now. I’m kind of a last resort since I don’t have much experience or training yet.” Y/N stood and threw her apple core into the bin. “How’s JP doing at the Academy? He’s in his second year by now, right?”

“Oh, he’s doing lovely. The Order is grateful for his efforts and have been sending him on more missions than before.” Lily sighs. “It’s rather nerve wracking, isn't it? You’re lucky Sirius doesn’t get called on many.”

Y/N laughed a bit uncomfortably. “Yeah, I suppose they prefer actual Aurors to go on the calls. But when he does go, those are the worst nights. I can’t imagine having to go through that on a daily basis.”

“It’s really hard,” Lily’s voice cracks and she begins to cry. “I’m sorry, it’s the hormones.”

“Don’t apologize, Lils. I know how scary it can be. At least he's with Wormtail most of the time, yeah? They’re at the academy together and all.”

Lily takes a deep breath to control her crying. “Yes, I suppose you’re right. Thank god for Wormy.”

“Hello there, pretty lady. I heard there’s a 21st birthday party to be thrown?” James said happily as Y/N opened the door of the flat. Lily and Remus tailed him ever so slightly, all three wearing large grins and holding brightly wrapped packages.

“Birthday party? You guys don’t-”

James waved his hand dismissively. “We’re already here, so you’re kind of stuck with us. Peter should be here eventually.” The three push their way into the living room.

“The nice elderly woman downstairs asked me to bring you this,” Remus held out a cupcake with bright red frosting. Y/N took it happily and walked to the kitchen to set it on the counter.

“Thank you, Moony. But, really, you guys didn’t have to. Sirius isn’t even here.” Y/N felt self conscious around her friends. She was wearing an old tee shirt from her early teens, a beloved Scooby-Doo tee with a rip in the left armpit, and black yoga pants. It was safe to say Y/N was more than ready to spend her birthday alone.

“What do you mean, not here?” Remus was standing in the corner of the living room, flipping through Sirius and Y/N’s record collection. They had so many at this point that the couple was unsure which record belonged to who.

“I don’t know, he left early this morning saying he got called into work. Something about an angry customer.” Y/N felt small under the group’s gaze. “I wasn’t really paying attention, I was half asleep.”

Y/N watched as Lily and James shared a look. “I didn’t think the shop was open on Saturdays, but I guess they are.” Y/N’s shoulders lowered visibly, making Lily backtrack. “It’s the pregnancy brain, Y/N. I’ve been mixing things up for the past week and a half.”

“Right, right. Of course. Um, how’s that going, by the way?” She crossed her arms across her stomach uncomfortably.

“Oh, it’s going wonderful! We actually have something to give you, if that’s okay.”

“Wait!” James cut in. “We should wait for Wormy to get here!”

Lily hit his chest with the back of her hand. “Oh, come off it. You know how late he is to everything! Let’s do it now.” The couple led Y/N to the couch and sat on either side of her, both wearing matching shit-eating grins. Remus remained leaning against the wall, ready to flip the record when the time came. James placed a medium-sized purple box on her lap.

Y/N carefully undid the wrapping paper, prompting James to let out a loud groan.

“Any day now, woman!”

Y/N giggled. “Hey! It’s my birthday! Be nice to me!”

“I am being nice to you, Y/N! I gave you a present, didn’t I?”

Y/N bumped her shoulder with his and reached into the box. Her fingertips met with the soft fabric of a tee shirt. Upon pulling the garment out completely, she observed that the words World’s Best Godmother was printed across the front. Immediately, Y/N dropped the shirt and covered her mouth with her hand.

“Is that a yes?” Lily asked, her eyes tearing again.

“Yes! Oh my god!” Y/N’s own tears trailed down her cheeks as she hugged both tightly. “Me? Godmother?”

“I can’t think of anyone more worthy,” Remus remarked as he watched the heartwarming scene unfold in front of him. Y/N was so overwhelmed with joy that she had almost forgotten that Sirius was absent. Almost.

The party went along swimmingly from there on out; Peter had arrived shortly after Y/N unboxed Remus’ gift, a new cauldron and potion ingredients, and another gift from the Potters, a pair of gorgeous black combat boots. The mousey-boy shuffled over to Y/N and handed her a small gift bag.

“Oh? Thanks, Pete.” Y/N awkwardly pulled out the contents of the bag. “Oh, good, a gift card to Silver Sickle Bar and Eatery.” She tried to sound thankful towards the man in front of her, but the disdain was still evident in her voice.

“Sirius said it was his favorite bar, so I thought you’d like it. Maybe we can grab some lunch there, obviously my treat,” He lazily gestures to the card in her hand. “We haven’t really hung out for a while. I figured it would be nice. If you don’t like it I can get you something diff-”

Y/N cut him off with a hug, “Thank you, Peter, this was really thoughtful. Would next week work?”

“Wednesday?” He wraps his arms around Y/N’s frame for a moment before letting go.

“Wednesday works perfectly.”

The four continued to hang out well into the night; laughing, chatting, drinking, listening to music, and playing board games. As the party dragged on, Y/N couldn’t help but grow worried about Sirius’ whereabouts. Her worries were harshly pushed aside, though, when Lily suggested they play poker.

“Ugh, I fold.” Peter slams his cards down onto the coffee table and laid back onto the carpet in defeat. Y/N smirked at Remus, her only opponent, and gestured for him to show her his cards.

“Straight, beat that,” Remus says confidently. James and Peter “oooh” childishly and looked towards Y/N. It was very apparent that all of them, besides Lily, were very buzzed.

Y/N smirked and shook her head, “You play a hard bargain, Lupin. So good that I applaud you. But,” Y/N laid her hand on the table: four of a kind. “You’re just not good enough.”

The room laughs as Y/N pulls the large pile of galleons, sickles, knuts and Lily’s wedding ring towards her. Y/N slips it onto her own ring finger and holds her hand as if to admire it.

“Oh, Lily, dear, don’t you just adore my new ring? Look at how it glistens in the light!”

The redhead rolls her eyes and snatches it off of Y/N’s finger. “I’ll just be taking that,” She puts it back on.

“It will forever be known to be my legal property, Evans. Don’t forget it!”

“Does that mean I’m married to both of you now?” James smiles a dopey grin and looks back and forth between the two women. Y/N pretends to gag.

“On second thought, I surrender my rights to your ring.”

The group continued their laughter until the front door of the flat swung open. A very drunk Sirius Black stumbled in the door, dumbfounded as to why all of his friends were in his house.

“Why are you guys here?” Sirius slurred, pulling up the shoulder of his leather jacket. He bumped the record player in the process, making Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac skip.

“It’s Y/N’s birthday, Sirius,” Remus responded, his soft voice contrasting to his previously upbeat tone. Sirius slouched against the wall and slid down it until he hit the floor.

“Y/N’s birthday...Y/N’s birthday...Oh! Y/N’s birthday! Was that today?”

James was quick to jump into action. Propelling himself off of the couch, he took Sirius into his arms and brought him to a standing position. Sirius, of course, whined the entire way up, claiming that the floor wanted him to sit there. James responded with a small hum before peeling Sirius’ jacket off of his body and throwing it onto the kitchen counter. As Y/N watched, she couldn’t help but notice a bright pink smear on Sirius’ neck.

“Yes, it’s today, you big goof. Where have you been?”

Sirius went into a big flurry of words as James brought him towards the bedroom. Y/N thought she heard ‘And you should have seen her!’ amidst all the jumbled words, but she pied that off as her anxious imagination running awry. Lily’s hand found her back and she rubbed soothing circles on Y/N’s shoulder blades.

“He forgot,” Y/N said to no one in particular. “I can’t believe he actually forgot.”

“I’m sure he didn’t forget,” Lily soothed Y/N, rubbing circles into her shoulder blades. “He probably got carried away at happy hour, you know how he gets.”

“Happy hour on Y/N’s birthday though?” Peter shook his head. Something about his tone didn’t sit well with Y/N. Lily shot a glare his way.

The party did not last much longer; Remus said he had an interview with Dumbledore about a TA position at Hogwarts, Lily was tired, and Peter said that he was going on a mission tomorrow and needed rest. Y/N bid her friends farewell with large hugs and thank you’s.

It’s safe to say that Y/N slept on the couch that night.

Y/N awoke to sunlight in her eyes and a crick in her neck. The living room window wasn’t guarded with curtains, so even at the early hour of 4:30 AM, the room was illuminated with soft oranges, reds, and pinks. Y/N sat up and reached her hands above her head to stretch her back. She looks towards the bedroom door, listening for the soft snores of her boyfriend. Her neck screamed in agony, but she still stood and padded over to open the door.

Y/N twisted the doorknob with care, trying to be as silent as humanly possible. She needed to see Sirius, not have a conversation with him. Alas, in all his glory, Sirius lied on his stomach with his mouth hung open and drool oozing onto the pillow. The girl admired how he looked as he slept; the sharp jaw, the perfect skin, the messy hair, the peaceful look gracing his features. He still wore his skinny jeans from the day previous, but at some point during the night, he discarded his white dress shirt. Y/N’s gaze darted around the floor until it landed on the crumpled fabric.

Y/N glanced back at Sirius, admiring the artwork that filled his back. She remembered the day he got it; James cried when he first saw the gorgeous antlers. The low light highlighted the dark brown ink and seemed to make his skin appear airbrushed. Y/N smiled in spite of herself.

Closing the door softly, Y/N walks into their small kitchen to prepare some tea in order to calm her nerves. The apartment was rather messy from the ‘party’ and Y/N had to dig through endless dirty dishes to find a mug clean enough to use. Y/N finally found one, a lavender mug that Marlene had given her for her 17th birthday, and set it on the counter while she filled the kettle.

The kitchen wasn’t as dirty as Y/N previously thought. Sure, the sink was overflowing with dishes, but the kitchen itself was rather clean. And besides Sirius’ leather jacket, the counter was clear. The floor, though, was slightly sticky. Y/N sighs and flicks her wand; almost silently, the dishes start cleaning themselves.

Y/N reaches for Sirius’ jacket, only to have a squishy substance fall onto her feet. She jumps back in surprise and disgust of the weird texture. But, the real panic sets in when she notices a big red spot on not only the floor but the leather jacket. Upon further investigation, Y/N realizes it’s the frosting from the cupcake Remus had given her. Sirius was very protective of this jacket and if he saw this, Y/N would be a dead man. So, she did the only reasonable thing she could think of: scrub the material with a wet paper towel.

Thankfully, the frosting came off easily and didn’t stain the material. The only real obstacle was the sweet scent of the frosting lingering on the garment. Sirius had an insane sense of smell, so if he picked up even the slightest trail of sugar, Y/N would be busted. She delicately lifted the material to her nose.

The musky scent of Sirius filled her nose as normal; leather, smoke, cologne, and spearmint. Y/N grinned at the familiar scent until she noticed a strong rose perfume almost ingrained into the leather. Y/N’s perfume smelled of vanilla.

Y/N held her breath as she opened the door of the Silver Sickle, she was in no mood to see Vanessa again. All the same, Y/N put effort into her appearance just in case. She let out her breath when she noticed an old man behind the bar and Peter sitting in the corner.

“Hey,” Y/N said breathlessly as she pulled out one of the wooden chairs and sat down. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel a little nervous meeting Peter alone; the two seemed to rekindle their friendship after he and Sirius fought. He promised that he was just drunk and not thinking, and Y/N not wanting to cause childish conflict within their friend group, had accepted his apology.

“Hey!” He squeaked. “I didn’t know if you wanted to day drink or not, so I just ordered you a water to start off with.”

Y/N laughed awkwardly. “Thanks, Wormy.” She took a long sip from her straw, trying to slow her nervous heart. “So, uh, how’s the academy? James said you are taking more and more missions with the order.”

Peter nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, it’s great! Being an Auror is really fun, you really get to show people who’s boss, ya know?”

“Um, I guess?”

“I think they’re gonna kick me out, though. I haven’t done the best job at catching who I’m pursuing.” Peter raises his eyebrows and cocks his head to the side.

“Oh? Why not?” Y/N glanced over the menu, only half listening to what her companion was saying.

“I just like to play with them a ‘lil, like a cat and mouse. Except this time, I’m not the mouse.”

Y/N looks at a delicious looking chicken sandwich on the menu and hums in response.

“So, how are you and Sirius doing? It seemed pretty rough last week.” Peter takes a chunk of ice from his drink and starts chewing it. “If you want to talk about it, I guess.”

This brings Y/N out of her sandwich-filled thoughts. “I don’t know, to be quite honest. We haven’t spoken much and I barely see him. He leaves early in the morning...comes home late at night…” Peter nods as if he was a therapist listening to a client. “I don’t want to assume the worst but he’s making it rather difficult.”

“I wasn’t going to tell you this, because it isn’t really my business, but…” He comps down on the ice cube. “I was coming home from a mission a few nights ago and I saw him with a girl. I’m not quite sure what they were doing but it sure as hell didn’t look platonic.”

Y/N felt her entire world shatter into her lap. “What?”

“Yeah, I don’t know. She was really short with long black hair and a skimpy cocktail dress. They were walking into that club off of Coventry Street. I almost beat the fuck out of him right then and there, but there were bouncers.”

Y/N bit her trembling lip and folded her hands in her lap. Rifling through her purse, she slammed the gift card down and stood.

“Thanks for the lunch date, Peter, but I don’t feel well. I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”

“Was it something I said?!” Peter yelled at Y/N’s retreating back as she left the bar.

“Are you going somewhere?” Sirius asked, gesturing to Y/N’s packed suitcases by the door.

“Yup, I’m going to France for a week to aid burn victims,” Y/N finished brushing her teeth before packing her toothbrush. “Didn’t think you’d care.”

“Well, I do. You could have told me.” He leaned up against the wall and crossed his arms.

“I would have if I actually saw you.” Y/N wasn’t in the mood to argue; she had about an hour before she had to leave, and she planned on using that time to relax with a cup of herbal tea.

“What’s that supposed to mean? You see me plenty.”

“Yeah, when you’re sleeping or showering. There’s not exactly time to chat when you leave early in the morning and come home well past midnight.” Y/N walked into the kitchen and cut a slice of bread. “Oh, by the way, Caspar brought up some sourdough, if you actually want any.”

“Don’t change the subject like you always do, Y/N. I work hard to support us, you know that.”

“I work hard too. And I get home before 11 every night. I’m not exactly sure how being a healer gets you home earlier than a tattoo artist, but whatever.” Y/N buttered her now toasted sourdough.

“Sometimes a piece takes a long time, that’s not my fault! I’ve been getting big jobs recently! You should be happy for me!”

Y/N let out a harsh laugh as she poured water into the kettle. “Do you really think I’m that fucking stupid, Sirius? Really?”

“What do you mean? I think you’re rather smart.” Sirius followed Y/N into the kitchen and was leaning against the counter.

“Yeah? Then why have you been lying to me for the past, I don’t know, two months?”

“You can’t keep accusing me of things, Y/N. It’s not fucking fair!” Sirius stared holes into Y/N’s back. “For fucks sake! Look at me when I talk to you!”

Y/N whipped around, her hair fanning around her face as she spun. “You know what’s not fucking fair? Letting a girl feel you upright in front of me. Lying about going into work. Forgetting my birthday and coming home from who knows where drunk as fuck with lipstick smeared all over your neck. Coming home drenched in another girl’s perfume. Taking your fucking side chick to a strip bar while I’m sat at home wondering if you’re fucking dead because we’re in the middle of a fucking war! You don’t know the first thing about fucking unfair!”

“You’re not going to France, Y/N.” His jaw was clenched and his eyes held nothing but fire. The tone of his voice was like nothing she had ever heard before, at least not directed at her. He usually reserved it for people who yelled nasty things at her from the street, or when someone bad mouthed James. It felt foreign to hear him use it with her. Maybe she didn’t know him as well as she thought she did. “You’re not fucking going, and that’s final.”

“What are you? My fucking mother? I’m going because I’m actually doing something good for the world, unlike your cheating ass.” Y/N pushed her way past her boyfriend and towards her luggage.

“Don’t walk away from me!” Sirius followed her strides. He stopped and took a deep breath before continuing. “Y/N, darling, we need to talk about this-” His tone was notably softer than before as if he was trying to glue together shards of glass.

“Talk about what, Sirius?! How you cheated on me and won’t even deny it? How you betrayed me in the worst way fucking possible? I’m not going to let you manipulate me into putting my career on the line to work out some issue you caused.”

“What, so now I’m not important? You’re a fucking hypocrite!”

“And how exactly am I a hypocrite, Sirius? You treat me like shit and whine that I’m done putting up with it? Gonna go cry to James about how you are so upset I wouldn’t hear you out after you cheat on me? Well, go the fuck ahead because James actually has a healthy relationship with a baby on the way. He won’t sympathize with you.” Y/N grabbed the handle of her suitcase and lifted her wand. “I’ll be back in a week and once we’ve had some time to cool off, we’ll talk about this like adults. I’ll see you soon.”

Just as Y/N apperated out of the room, the kettle whistled and Sirius noticed Y/N left her half-eaten toast on the counter.

It was near two in the morning when Y/N returned home from France the following week. The home was cold, dark, and vacant, and the entire appearance of the small flat had changed. In a week, Sirius had managed to completely trash the house. Even the smell of freshly baked goods was replaced with the sour smell of firewhisky and sex.

Y/N ventured into the kitchen first, where she observed the large stack of dishes in the sink. Everything from to-go packages to their fine china (normal glass plates from the thrift) were stacked as high as the eye can see. Some were starting to mold and produce the most horrid smell. The stove housed the kettle where Y/N had left it, but this time it was cold and empty. Another pot that contained crusty spaghetti sat next to the kettle, and Y/N cringed at the thought of scrapping it out. She moved to the counter where her toast, now stale, sat. Y/N picked it up between two fingers and threw it into the bin.

She carried on into the living room next. The couch cushions were tossed about the room and the small fur throw was draped across the back of the couch. The record player in the corner still held the Fleetwood Mac record Moony had chosen on her birthday as if it were a time capsule; Y/N couldn't help but reminisce about how happy she was with her friends that evening. Maybe that proved that she could be happy without Sirius in her life, or maybe it served as a constant reminder that he was woven into every aspect of it.

Again, the room was covered with food wrappers and alcohol bottles. Y/N feared the liquid that remained in the bottles would leak and stain the carpet, so before moving on to the bedroom, she set each one upright.

The bedroom was what Y/N feared the most; without her presence in the home, Sirius could have been intimate with an infinite amount of girls in her own bed. She shivered at the thought but pushed on and reached towards the icy doorknob.

The room was the cleanest out of the entire flat, just various clothes scattered around the floor and a messy bed. Y/N wanted nothing more but to curl up under her warm covers and press her face into the chest of the man she loved most, but that was an impossible task. He didn’t love her anymore and that was something she had to deal with, she just wished she had savored the last time he held her.

As Y/N explored further into the room, her feet found an article of clothing that neither Sirius nor Y/N owned. Bending at the hips to pick it up, Y/N held a red, lacy v neck bra in between her fingertips. Y/N fingered the material with teary eyes. Another step forward and her feet came into contact with the matching bottoms. Y/N laid the set out neatly on the bed and wallowed; it must have looked stunning on her.

Y/N walked to the desk, where an ink well was left open and a half-written letter laid face up on the surface. She capped the ink with a wet chuckle.

“You need to cap your ink, Sirius. If you don’t it’ll dry out. I won’t be there forever to do it for you.” Y/N said aloud, wiping her running nose. She picked up the letter against her better judgment and began to read.

Prongs,

I know you’re mad at me, but please just hear me out. Vanessa is gorgeous, mate. She’s sweet and nice, but at the same time she's so witty and smart-mouthed. She even listens to Queen and the Weird Sisters!

She made me believe in love at first sight, JP.

I’m going to marry her one day, mark my words!

The ink began to run as Y/N read and cried, making small blotches of black contrast against the stark white paper. Y/N placed it onto the table and gripped the edge to steady herself. Never in her 21 years on earth had she ever felt such pain, such sorrow. Her pains were usually cushioned by Sirius’ arms and sweet slurred language in the middle of the night, or by her friends’ loud cackles. But this time, this time was different; she was alone, completely and utterly alone.

Y/N looked to the wall in order to ground herself; a small sliver of silver moonlight slashed against the wall, illuminating the otherwise dark room. Y/N traced the line with her eyes until she landed on the wooden coo-coo clock.

The clock was one of Sirius’ most prized possessions; it was a gift from his Uncle Alphard that he received when he ran away from the Black family. Alphard was one of the few Sirius still kept in contact with, and he was a big role model to Sirius when he grew up. Debatably, Alphard was the one who taught Sirius how to be a man.

The present seemed lame on the surface, but that clock was one of Sirius’ favorite things when he was a child. Sirius had told stories of the long afternoons he would spend in front of the clock, waiting for the small, yellow bird to pop out of the top while Walburga and Orion fought in the background. Y/N respected Alphard with all of her being, but she wanted nothing more than to smash that godforsaken clock. She wanted to destroy everything that made Sirius happy, she wanted him to be under the same pain he was putting her through.

Y/N knew what she had to do at that very moment: she had to get out of London and move far, far away. So far away that no one would ever find her. So, she grabbed the extra suitcases in the flat and began to pack her things.

Starting at the record corner, she picked every single one of her belongings and shoved them into her suitcase. Y/N had to shrink a few of her belongings, such as the couch, in order to fit, but in a little less than an hour, every hint of Y/N was packed away in three large suitcases.

Y/N gave one last look at the apartment before apparating to Paris, where she knew she could start a better, more meaningful life. Maybe, she could even find a fresh bakery to supply her with warm loaves of sourdough bread.

When Sirius returned to the flat the following morning, the only remaining aspects of Y/N were a striped scarf and two galleons folded neatly on the bed next to Vanessa’s lingerie.

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loverofallthingssmart · 3 years

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👀 new wip?? please tell me about it

KSDJHG HI ANON

its not so much a wip as an idea rattling through my brain while trying to read my textbook

because i am well....me i will tell you HOW this wip came to be which is literally i was listening to this playlist titled "desi wlw enemies to lovers vibes we're manifesting for me" and i thought... omg... i should TOTALLY write about that

and so i have literally 0 words and only basic tropes and not even a plot of literally malayali wlw being dumb because god i want rep so bad

ANYWAY actually involving the wip here's what i have so far (ignore the caps, its apparently a new thing i do like only when im in my notes app so like):

tentative names: roopa and ???? (fun story i saw this ask and was like oh shit i have to have at least one name for identification purposes and i LITERALLY thought of roopa but like??? i like it?? a lot so its staying for now <3)

TO BE TITLED

QUEENDOMS

TWO GIRLS IN PALAKKAD (ANCIENT PALAKKAD??? SOME VERY CLEARLY KERALA TYPE VILLAGE???) eesha just say u want malayali wlw rep and leave

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO STRANGERS TO ENEMIES TO LOVERS

DUAL POV LIKE DUH… mayhaps in kalyani pov…only cause i love her the most <3 idk

roopa is close to the queen and sees orphan child and befriends her but then one day orphan child is gone (bc she’s sent to other queen but they don’t know that)

NIGHTMARE SCENE (SPECIFICALLY ONE HAS A BAD DREAM AND THE OTHER GOES TO CHECK BUT THEN SHE GETS PINNED DOWN BC THE KNE SLEEPING IS STILL OUT OF IT AND SHE FINALLY WAKES UP AND SEES IT LIKE THE TENSION….IMMACULATE)

OHHHH ESPECIALLY THEYRE LIKE CAMPING OUT UNDER THE STARS OKAY OKAY

BOTH ASSASSINS FOR THE SAME TARGET: A KINGDOM TRYING TO OVERTAKE BOTH QUEENS

FORCED PROXIMITY

PRETEND TO BE LOVERS FOR THE MISSION?

BOTH DONT WANT TO BE IN LOVE BC NO MATTER HOW IRRATIONAL THEY HOLD A TORCH FOR THE GIRL THEY USED TO RUN AROUND WITH

HASHTAG CONFLICT OVER THEIR FEELINGS BETWEEN CHILDHOOD FRIEND AND ENEMY WHEN THEYRE THE SAME FUCKING PERSON!!!!! im going to MILKKKK this so bad ohmygod this is what ml prepared me for

what if…..the queens planned this????……..🥴😏🤯🤫😋🤨

ONE LOVES MANGOES AND ROOPA LOVES ORANGES

jealousy scene where one of them is like hmm it’s a shame we have to kill the king he’s lowkey hot (this is NOT unrealistic bc this is MY thought process) and roopa is like PSSSSHHHHH NO HES NOT HES SOO UNSKILLED IM SURE IM BETTER THAN HIM IN LIKE SOO MANY WAYS (roopas mind: girl wtf why r u acting like a fool)

awkward coming out scene i think…middle of an argument roopa mentions like “go back to ur boy” or smth and this is like the 8263rd time it’s happened so the other snaps and screams “OHMYGOD LITERALLY SHUT UP im into girls” and roopa goes “oh.” and suddenly the one who came out is like out of juice to scream more so she’s like “yeah.” and then then roopa is like um uh “me too” bc she feels bad and it’s just EMBARRASSING that would be everything i think (this is going to be one of my fave scenes i just know it)

BRING KALYANI BACK TO BE BESTIES W ONE OF THEM LIKE THE ONE CLOSE FO THE QUEEN

KALYANI STILL HAS PLANT POWERS?? everyone is bestowed a gift smth like “the queen said everyone has one.” never reveal what hers is until the end?????? idk an idea maybe

THE OTHER GIRL SAYS “SAY IT AGAIN IT SOUNDED GOOD” AFTER ROOPA THREATENS HER LIFE (FIRST MEETING??) i heart flirty brown girls <3

and that’s all i have rn anon!!! hope u liked it bc i haven’t planned this one but i am EXCITEDDD and ty for showing an interest in my wip 🥺 the smile that came on my face when i saw this was WAHH mwah! <3

#eesha's ocs #eeshas take on romance as if she knows how to write #desi wlw enemies to lovers radhika whoever u are #thank you for your godtier playlist #but yeah 😚 that’s it <3 #ask me anything #anonymous

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yukippe · 3 years

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wonder what she thinks of me

for @yuekiweek day 3: reunions | word count: 2.3k | read on ao3

“you need to buy your books suki!!” sokka lectures through the phone. last year suki didn’t buy the books for any of her classes and she was fine. she isn’t actually planning on buying books this year either, except now sokka’s roped her into coming to his book club and she can’t lie and say she doesn’t like to watch sokka rant about something dumb while enjoying the baked goods that sokka will have convinced his gran gran and his parents to make for them.

unfortunatley, this means suki has to brave the bookstore during some fancy author signing to try to buy the book sokka’s demanded everyone read for next week. he’s still talking through the phone, though suki’s mostly tuned him out. she’s normally much better at listening to sokka’s rants, but the bookstore is packed with awkward high school students and suki would rather not, at the moment. she slips around a table of overpriced waterbottles and planners and weaves past a random grandpiano over to one of the computers with the bookstore directory. “sokka,” suki asks as she almost trips over a four year old holding a picture book. “why did you have to send me to this bookstore at this time?”

there’s a huff on the other end of the line and suki sighs deeply, “suki, please you should be thankful! they’re running a special discount if you buy a tote bag to go with the book this weekend!!” well. okay, maybe suki collects tote bags and sokka is probably being a good friend. but suki hasn’t been to this store before, having not bothered with buying her textbooks last year and getting anything for fun as an ebook. but sokka believes in the experience of a physical copy or whatever, so tote bags and author signings it is.

suki puts her phone between her shoulder and ear as she sets her fingers onto the keyboard of the computer directory, “hey, what’s the name of the book again?”

“have you listened to anything i’ve ever said to you?” sokka asks her. suki can picture him in their apartment at his desk, doing something fancy with math as he coaches her through a bookstore, pinching the bridge of his nose out of frustration. suki doesn’t actually need him to tell her the name of the book, she just likes to rile him up sometimes. she types in the title. suki thanks him for his help, asks him if hes found his glasses yet (the same glasses she hid before she left) and hangs up with a smirk.

adaptation by malinda lo. there, young adult section. it’s supposedly sci fi thriller and sokka, though he lacks taste in most things, has always had solid book taste. suki looks around for the sign to section she needs and spots it, tucked behind a tech display and next to the little cafe. suki walks over, eager to grab her book and get out of the shop. she walks through the shelves searching for the author’s with the last name l. malinda lo. there, suki reaches out to pluck the book of the shelf, when the back of her hand brushes against someone else.

suki steps back, book in hand, to look at the girl next to her. she has brown hair in a pretty updo and really cute heart shaped beaded earrings. she looks familiar, but suki isn’t sure where she recognizes her from.

“hi,” the other girl says, her voice sounds like a princess. all bells and whistling wind.

“uh,” suki coughs, smiling crookedly and titling her head. “hi!”

the other girl giggles at her, but her smile is warm and suki finds herself settling. “i’m yue - so adaptation? what made you interested in it?”

“oh, my friend is hosting a book club and this is this months pick,” suki tells her. maybe she should have done a little more research on the book before she’d shown up. she hadn’t really pictured a bookstore as the spot to meet a cute girl.

“oh!” yue says, surprised. “i have the same one assigned for my book club. do you want to grab something to drink and let me tell you about it?”

“sure,” suki says, her smile growing even wider. “that sounds great”

yue winks at her as she grabs the same book of the shelf, “perfect, there’s this bubble tea place a block a way i want to show you.” yue turns on her heel, her hair falling onto her back as yue bounces in her steps. suki checks to make sure her flannel is neat and her docs are tied before hurrying after yue.

the two of them wait in line one behind the other at the register and yue flips through the display before the register of pins and pens and bookmarks. a rainbow lion turtle eraser set catches suki’s eye and she lifts it up to her face to look at it closer. it’s the type of thing aang would like, so suki puts it on top of her book when she gets to the register. after she picks out the simplest canvas tote bad (most of them have obnoxious book puns katara would make fun of her for months about) and pays, suki finds yue waiting by the door peeling a sticker off of a sticker sheet suki remembers seeing on the display.

“so,’ yue asks. “where do you want your sticker?”

suki blinks, “what?”

yue waves the - oh it’s a hello kitty sticker with fairy wings. suki blinks at it, “um. cute?” she gets a smile for her efforts and then yue leans in and grabs her wrist, turning suki’s hand around and carefully placing the sticker onto the back of suki’s right hand.

“so,” yue says, after failing once more to steal a drink of suki’s boba. her mouth is screwed up in a light pout, but it feels teasing. “do you go to ba sing se u?”

only a little while later, they are wandering to nowhere in particular, still holding hands. yue keeps trying to steal a sip of suki’s drink even though when suki ordered yue had made a face at the idea of coffee boba. yue’s own drink is sweet like her. strawberry, reportedly to match yue’s nails which are done up in a neat mimic of the fruit.

suki nods, squeezing yue’s hand and lifting her drink over her head, too high up for yue to reach, though that doesn’t stop yue from playfully batting at it. neither of them caring about what passerby might think as they wobble on the sidewalk smiling at each other full of silliness. “yeah, i’m majoring in gender and women's studies with a minor in literature and art.”

yue lights up, the way she’s done every time suki’s shared a fact with her. suki’s face feels flushed, yue makes her feel like she’s on her first date ever. “oh wow!” yue says. “i’m majoring in four nations politics with a minor in theology and spiritual studies but i would love to see what your classes must be like. i think i could be a student forever, you know?”

and then yue doesn’t let go of suki’s wrist. instead, she links their fingers together and suki watches their hands held together hang between them. she looks up and smiles at yue, stupidly happy for a moment. and really, suki doesn’t even know for sure if yue is into girls even if yue does seem to be flagging. for now, suki just lets yue tug her down the street as her phone buzzes in her new tote bag with texts from sokka she’ll ignore for now.

“hm, not really, i think one degree is enough for me. but academics are cute,” suki says, watching as yue swings their hands back and forth as they walk. they’re both absolutely terrible at walking together, suki’s noticed. they can’t seem to walk in a straight line and suki’s almost fallen off the sidewalk twice already. it’s nice. suki’s finding that yue makes her comfortable everywhere.

“oh?” yue asks, her eyes twinkling. “does that mean you think i’m cute, suki?”

“hmmm,” suki teases out, a trace of laughter in her voice as yue finally manages to dart forward to steal her drink, finally realizing her success would be increased if she let go of suki’s hand. suki doesn’t even mind that much, wow. “well,” suki settles, after a moment of false consideration. “yeah, i think you’re pretty cute.”

yue winks at her, the same way she did in the bookstore, and takes a sip of suki’s bubble tea. then she makes a completely disgusted expression shoving suki’s drink back at her. “suki! that’s so gross, tui and la, how do you drink that?”

suki can’t help the laugh that spills out of her as yue sticks her tongue out and crosses her eyes, making a fuss that shouldn’t be as sweet as it is. well, suki’s always been a sucker for clowns. suki reaches out and links their hands back together and they both sip at their drink as they seem to stop together at the bus.

they make shy eye contact as a bus comes up to the stop. “so,” yue says. “i’ve got to go, i’m meeting up with a friend. but this was really fun, right?”

suki smiles, “yeah, it was really fun.”

“that’s great! i really liked talking with you!” yue informs her. then, yue leans forward and kisses suki’s cheek before turning around, and her earrings sparkle in the sunlight as she jumps onto the bus right before the bus doors close and it pulls away with the rest of the flow of traffic. suki blinks and watches it go, still feeling the soft touch of yue’s lips on her cheek.

when suki pulls her phone out of her bag to video call sokka he immediately points out the lipstick mark on her cheek and she resolves not to give him any details, no matter how much he pesters her

two weeks later, after bemoaning to ty lee about how she was dumb and completley forgot to ask the cute girl she met at the book store for her number, she sees yue again. at sokka’s book club.

the members of the secret book club hadn’t been a surprise for the most part, consisting of sokka (obviously), aang (one of sokka’s only friends who wasn’t a gay girl), azula, mai, ty lee and suki (the gay girls sokka was friends with). sokka’s parents, hakoda, kya and bato, had baked with sokka all last night and prepared a whole table full of snacks that sokka had made her haul over to their apartment. suki thinks it’s a ridiculous amount of food for their handful of friends, and then she and sokka ate a good section of it before their friends even show up.

mai, sokka and azula are arguing over the finer points of the book already even though the meeting has yet to officially start. sokka and azula, to be fair, have actual opinions that they are fiercly defending from their spots on the floor as mai causes problems on purpose on the couch she and ty lee stole as soon as they stepped through the front door.

there was only one person that had yet to arrive, and apparently only aang had met her before. azula had raised an eyebrow at the pronoun and asked sokka if he’d made friends with another gay girl. the answer had been yes, and suki who was looking for another chance at talking to a cute gay girl after flopping earlier in the month and failing at getting yue’s number or social media or anything, was looking forward to meeting the newest cute gay girl sokka was friends with.

sokka had impeccable taste in cute gay girls (besides azula). so really, maybe suki shouldn’t have been so surprised to answer the door when the bell rang to find yue holding a tray of pastries.

yue stands out in the hallway with its broken light, looking as pretty as the moon in the sky. her face breaks into a smile at the sight of suki, and suki’s sure her expression matches. “suki?!” yue asks. “wow, small world huh?”

suki nods back, her cheeks starting to hurt with how big she was beaming. “so,” suki says. “do you think i could make up for last week and get your number?”

laughter comes from behind suki, and suki knows her friends are probably making fun of them right now, but she’s too interested in yue’s answer to pay any attention.

yue rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t stop smiling, “of course suki, now do you want to help me bring these in so i can program it into your phone? no excuses not to call me this time.”

“don’t worry,” suki says as she takes the sweets from yue. “i’ll be sure to blow your phone up more than sokka when he’s trying to prove a point.”

she’s rewarded with another kiss to her cheek (and teasing from her friends at another lipstick stain) and yue’s number in her phone saved as yue🌙💖😘.

yue, through suki’s phone, texts something to herself and suki leans over yue’s shoulder to see what it is.

omg yue you’re so hot please go out with me <3

suki bumps yue’s shoulder as best as she can with her hands full and raises an eyebrow. “so, yue?” suki asks. “will you go out with me?”

yue giggles, her lipgloss sparkles and suki wonders what it tastes like, “of course, suki.”

a few seconds later, suki has her question answered and can confidently report that yue’s lipgloss tastes like mango.

suki passes the tray off to sokka, who was helpfully waiting right behind her with the tried familiar expression of accidentally setting up his exes. then, suki tugs yue into the loveseat, kicking out aang who had been sprawled across it.

book club is much more fun than suki was expecting, though almost all things are improved, suki finds, when she’s hanging out with her friends and eating sweets and practically sitting in the girl she likes lap while yue braids her hair and teases sokka with her. yue winks at her as aang and ty lee stop azula and sokka from getting into a fistfight with mai and sticks another hello kitty sticker onto her cheek. suki leans over and kisses the same spot on yue. fair is fair after all.

#atla #yueki #yue #suki #yuekiweek #r.txt #rey's writering #i love how i post before im finished bc im impatient and then i edit for days/j ;_; /

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