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hoshi being a lil shit • k.s.y.
Pairing: kwon soonyoung x fem!reader
Genres: smut (minors dni!), established relationship
Warnings: swearing, literally hoshi being a lil shit but reader snaps back, biting, oral/fingering (f. receiving), use of babygirl/woman/wife/etc, mentions of a daughter and slight mention of breeding/impregnation/birth but nothing major, I'm tired lmk if i missed anything
WC: ~3.2k
A/N: this was a request but it got kinda long so i just decided to keep it as a separate post (thanks to nova for agreeing i should just keep the title of my draft it really is true sjdkfj.
Soonyoung's standing over the sink, casually minding his own damn business as he goes about doing his nighttime routine. He'd just turned on the faucet when a noise from the bedroom causes his ears to perk up.
The loudest moan he's ever heard you make.
He freezes in place, elbows bent and arms tensed as he stares with disbelief at his reflection in the mirror. Soap-suds drip down and start burning his eyeballs, snapping the flummoxed man out of his trance. Rapidly splashing water over his face, he's mildly relieved not to hear the sound again and thinks he's imagined it all.
Until another blissful gasp of yours cuts through the sounds of him brushing his teeth. Spitting harshly in the sink, he shoves the toothbrush back into his mouth and stalks into the bedroom to see you curled up in bed.
"What are you doing?"
Your eyes slowly open, squinting at the sudden brightness of the vanity lights shining into the bedroom. "'m trying' to sleep. Why, do you need something?"
"I need you to be quiet."
"You're being the loud one between us."
Soonyoung's grumbling noises only contribute more to his unnecessary noisiness. You scoff and roll over, only for another delighted groan to escape that halts your husband in his tracks.
"What in the world are you doing?"
The sigh of exasperation you exhale at his repeated question definitely isn't as pretty as the previous ones. "What are you doing? Just get your ass in bed so we can sleep, babe."
He huffs. Stomping back to the bathroom to shut off the light and very aggressively shakes out his toothbrush with obnoxious taps against the side of the sink. When he returns, you expect him to slide into bed next to you as usual but instead, you feel a fierce stare boring holes into your back.
You roll over and try to meet his gaze in the dark. "What?"
"You've never moaned like that for me."
Silence.
"That's why you're throwing a tantrum like a child?"
"My pride is ruined! And I am not throwing a — "
"Your pride is fine, babe, you'll feel better after you get some rest."
"No, don't 'babe' me, we need to sort out this very serious issue. You can't expect to coerce your husband into sleeping while you get off without him."
"Soonyoung, my god. How did you even reach that conclusion? I'm just laying here trying to sleep!"
"You're not… masturbating?"
"No? Why would I be?"
"Well, that's good but why're you making those noises then?"
Sleep seems impossible at this point. You sit up with a huff, barely making out Soonyoung's shirtless figure with the sliver of moonlight peeking through the shades.
"Did it ever occur to you that our bed is so comfortable that I love getting all cozy under the covers at night?"
"Our bed?"
"Yeah, especially when you're not in it first."
"… Especially when I'm not in it?"
You make grabby hands in his direction. "Yeah 'cause it's nice and cold so get your annoying yet somehow cute butt in here finally, please."
It's a relief that he forlornly acquiesces and goes to his side of the bed. You flop back down happily and wiggle in place after pulling the covers up, enjoying the silence, and close your eyes to —
"I can't believe it. Getting into bed gives you more pleasure than me?"
"For fucks sake, Soonyoung!"
"You have to understand where I'm coming from. I mean, c'mon! I could hear you over the water running and I swear on my tiger plush collection that you have never been that loud for me. Ever."
Certain he's wearing a scowl on his handsome face, you turn and place a hand soothingly on his cheek. "There's a difference between sexual and simple pleasures. And you know that we need to keep it down out of politeness for our neighbors with how thin the walls are."
"Do we?" Your husband ignores the warning tone of his name, quickly shifting so he can hold himself above you, placing a knee on either side of your lower body and caging you within his arms. "Or am I not doing a decent job of pleasuring my wife? Forgive me, love. I suppose my stroke game has been too weak for you."
"It's not that you goofball!"
"Let me make it up to you?" he questions and waits for your response.
"I mean there's nothing to really make up for but if it'll make you feel better, then by all means go ahead." You weakly gesture toward the lamp on your nightstand. "Lights?"
"Oh, darling," Soonyoung's head lowers so he can whisper directly in your ear, the feeling of his hot breath on your neck causes tingling to shoot straight down to your core. It doesn't help that his hips press down to grind just a little so you can feel how worked up he already is from your unintentional, lovely little noises earlier. "I already know very well how gorgeous you look, but tonight I want to hear how pretty you sound."
You gasp — slightly scandalized yet somehow flattered — and he's pleased enough to start kissing below your ear, fingers playing with the bottom of the thin cotton shirt you wear to sleep. He pushes it up so he can slip a thumb underneath the waistband of your panties and trace circles across your hip. The soothing, familiar feeling makes you let out a content sight until he pulls away.
It's a little strange for your husband to be shielded from your view by the cover of night's darkness during sex. But Soonyoung doesn't need to see to know your body. He has it memorized by heart. Ingrained in his soul. You whine at his sudden distance though, reaching out for him and he chuckles.
"Let's make one thing straight though, love."
"Okay?"
"I'm not doing this to make myself feel better, I'm doing this to prove you wrong."
"That doesn't make any sense, prove what — "
He cuts you off, diving back down to wrap his mouth over your left-clothed breast. The unattended one is granted the warmth of his hand as he cups it lightly and squeezes. Meanwhile, his tongue is at work, easily dampening the shirt's material as he circles it around your nipple. Encouraging the nub to stiffen takes not even a second and when he's satisfied by the way it pokes up, he bites down. Hard.
You squeal and then slap a hand over your mouth to muffle it. "Soonyoung!"
He smirks, knowing you're glaring at him accusingly. He wishes he could see it and the wet spot on your chest but what he wants, in the end, will be all the more rewarding.
"Here's the deal. Every time you try to stay quiet, we'll stop and chat a bit, okay?"
"You're kidding me."
"Don't make me tie up your hands, babygirl. You know how I like them all over me, just keep them like that and we'll have zero issues." You sigh at his statement and do as he says, lightly running your nails along his muscular back. He shivers. "Oh yeah, just like that."
He lets you push his head back down to your chest and resumes suckling on your tits, opting to lather the other one with his tongue and pinch and pull at your tender, bitten nipple. You're already starting to write underneath him and he's only just begun.
"Patience, lovely."
"You're the one that wants to prove a point. I'm just going with the motions and waiting for you to fuck me silly then."
"Mouthy aren't we?" he mumbles against your breast.
"Isn't that what you want?"
"As nice as it is to hear your words, I think your moans would be a lot better."
"Then get to it?"
Making you beg would be pointless. Soonyoung's already whipped hard enough to give you whatever you desire and who is he to deny your request? He abandons your chest, taking the covers with him as he maps a kiss-filled path along your body. Down he goes, sliding until he's lying flat on his chest, close enough to feel the heat on his face that radiates from the center of your spread legs.
"Wait," you gasp out, startled because your panties are still on, "let me help — "
He silences you, pressing a kiss against your thigh before nuzzling at your clothed pussy. Tongue poking out to teasingly run up and down your covered slit, your arousal and his saliva mixing together and rendering the fabric wet enough that the feeling is electrifying.
Your hips jerk up to follow his lips as they move away but a hand gently rests on your abdomen to keep you still. He places another kiss above your clit and just when you're about to grab his hair so he can stay where he is, his teeth graze your hip bone.
Intentionally, you whine loudly to try and encourage his return back to your throbbing pussy. Unable to anticipate his motions in the dark, you're unsure what he's even doing almost until it's too late. With some incredible level of skill, Soonyoung pulls down your panties with his mouth alone. You swear you can almost see his eyes glint in the darkness like a predator stares down its prey. Although it's only an illusion — you know he would never harm you and the thrill of guessing what his next move will be makes your spine tingle.
An appreciative grunt when the center of your panties is the last to part from your body, seeming to stick around your cunt from his ministrations. You obligingly lift one ankle at a time when you feel him tug them down far enough, mouth agape.
"Fuck, that shouldn't be as hot as it was…"
He's pleased by your breathless whisper of awe, chest swelling in pride as he gloats. "Yeah, baby? You liked that?"
"Shaddup, you're annoying."
A light chuckle rumbles in his chest as he sits back on the back of his heels. "And we both know that means you're enjoying this. You can't fool me anymore."
"Fooled you earlier."
"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm a smarter man now."
"Is that so?" Soonyoung hums in response to your question, quiet shuffling as he repositions himself to your side. Your nimble fingers reach out to find the smooth skin of his stomach only to snort when he coyly flexes his abs. Lifting your leg, you hook it around his hip with the intention of pulling him closer. "You sure about that?"
But he whispers hotly once more in your ear "I am" before grabbing your thigh to halt your motions. Warm fingertips graze the skin underneath your knee, traveling up… up… and up until they brush against the outer lips of your pussy the same time he starts pressing kisses onto your neck.
His lips trail down your upper body in the same direction his fingers dive into your cunt. Kissing the valley between your breasts, he slides into your warmth and purposefully avoids the spot that usually has you seeing stars. Your husband takes his time exploring, stroking your walls and gathering up your wetness so it coats his palm and starts to drip onto the bedspread. He nuzzles your stomach lovingly, placing a smooch on your belly button and you can feel his smile at your airy giggle.
"It's unfair that every sound you let out is just as pretty as you are."
"What if I burped?"
"Then I'd think you were the sexiest woman ever." Soonyoung's a kisser — placing another one on your clit that makes your hips buck up. But you scowl at him despite it. Because he's also an ass-kisser sometimes.
"I thought it was Cheol's fault that Jangmi has no table manners but looks like her daddy's guilty actually."
Your daughter was at Jihoon's place for a sleepover with her best friend — another reason why the two of you kept it down normally but could possibly be loud tonight. Keyword: possibly. If the two of you could shut the fuck up for a second.
You can feel the way your husband's mouth curves down as he pouts against your inner thigh. "And her mommy's mentioning another man in bed even if daddy is right here."
"Honest to god, Soonyoung," your fingers grab at the strands of his hair, "you're the clown I married, am raising a child with. Who cares who I mention in passing when you're not doing anything?"
His response is muffled completely by you dragging his mouth right onto your core, grinding right across his lips for good measure. He chuckles in defeat, letting you lead the show once you've interlocked your ankles behind his neck for support.
He pulls away slightly, "I better be able to hear you loud and clear even with your thighs around my head, baby."
"Get to work then, handsome."
Soonyoung does his best to stay quiet in spite of how much he wants to moan in delight. Not only does he find it insanely hot when you lowkey use him to get off but he'll never tire of the way you taste on his tongue despite your protests. He stiffens the muscle and occasionally curls it upwards to flick at your clit or simply twists and turns around to tease your inner walls.
You, on the other hand, are just as loud as he wanted you to be. Even with your thighs trapping his head in place and tightly encasing his ears the closer you get to reaching your climax, he can clearly make out your pretty sounds. Mouth open without restraint, fingers making a mess out of his hair with how tightly you're gripping at it.
Just as that wave of pleasure washes over you, threatening its impending peak, Soonyoung manages to pull away. You're undeniably frustrated but let him be, assuming he needs a break to breathe. But he's still the same playful man he always is and suddenly he's disappeared.
"Soonyoung!"
"I'm here, baby… I'm still here," he reassures although truthfully aware that you might potentially slap him if he doesn't hurry. He stands up and slides down his sweatpants in relief, hustling back to the bed only to let out a rather unsavory, loud curse.
You sit up rapidly in concern at the way the bump caused the bedframe to shake upon impact. "Are you okay? Did you break your dick? Tell me you didn't, it's okay right?"
"Jesus, I'm fine — thanks for asking. My dick's perfectly fine too but my toe sure isn't."
With a sigh, you turn on the lamp on your nightstand. Trying not to giggle at your husband's sniffling, slightly comical with the way he's hunched over.
"And this is why we keep the lights on." He scowls at your comment. "If you had just gotten into bed like a normal person from the start, your toe might still be attached to your foot."
"For someone who just had their orgasm denied, you're in an awfully chipper mood."
"What can I say, the love of my life is making a complete and utter fool of himself as usual as payback."
"And yet we're still married."
"And yet we are," you echo and take off your shirt, tossing it onto the floor. Leaning back and spreading your legs, one hand tweaks at your exposed nipple that's still sore from his love bite while the other trails along your lower abdomen. "As long as you finish the job you started… if you're up to it."
Brown eyes flash at the challenge you didn't really intend to spark. "Who says I'm not?" He recovers quickly, scrambling to get on top of you with a toothy grin as he braces himself with his arms caged around you once more. "You really doubt my performance game, huh?"
"I sincerely was worried that you broke your dick or maybe the pain killed the mood."
"Don't worry, love," Soonyoung gives his cock a few strokes before lining it up at your entrance, "we still need to give Jangmi the little brother she so kindly asked us for."
Your despondent sigh blends into a satisfied one when you feel his tip poke and part your pussy lips, easing himself inside where it feels like home. You willingly give him the long-drawn-out moan he's enthused to hear while he works on bottoming out. Kissing your lips with a fond peck, both of your foreheads meet as he starts moving. Alternating between shallow and fast thrusts that cause your mattress to squeak or slow and steady glides where you can feel every vein that runs along the length of his cock, dragging your nails lightly down his toned back to match each rhythm.
It, of course, does not take much time for your orgasm to build up again having nearly reached that exhilarating climax already. Soonyoung won't last that long either, you're well-accustomed now to how excited he gets — already more than halfway approaching his own release by the enticing stimulus of the actions prior — paired with an insanely rapid refractory period. He could get off to your sounds alone… which started this whole ordeal anyways.
"You gonna cum for me, darling?" Your answer is another resounding keen of pleasure, wrapping both of your legs around his waist just like you did with his upper body before. He smirks, picking up the pace. "That's my good girl, c'mon — I can feel you clenching so tightly around me, relax and let go, baby."
You can only do as he commands, throwing your head back with a shout of his name as he peppers kisses on your clavicle and up to your ear. Mumbling praises in your ear, he continues to thrust into your wet warmth that spasms around him, setting off his release with a growl.
It's quiet for a while, peaceful despite harsh pants as you both try to come down from your high. Staring into each other's eyes that shine with the warm glow of the light by the bed and are full of so much love it's almost gross if anyone could see you right now. Just as Soonyoung's about to pull out and flop down beside you, a startling bang from the other side of your wall causes the two of you to flinch and freeze in place.
"Would y'all shut the fuck up?! No one needs or wants to hear your nasty sex!"
Your husband scoffs in disdain at your neighbors' complaints and shouts back before you can stop him. "Not my fault I can make love to my wife better than you could even dream of fucking yours!"
The couple falls silent and you smack him lightly on the shoulder even as you bite your lip to try and keep the laughter at bay. "Babe, I told you they would say something!"
Soonyoung can read you like a book and shoots you a smug smile, shifting his hips teasingly because he is still deep inside your cunt. "What do you say, baby, you up for giving them another show? We have all night after all." He gloats at your gasp when he pulls a little bit out, the mixture of your releases creating a filthy squelch even your neighbors could probably hear. "And I had a point to prove to you anyways, didn't I?"
#svthub#kwon soonyoung smut#kwon hoshi smut#hoshi smut#soonyoung smut#svt smut#seventeen smut#kpop smut#ez.creates#svt.smut
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into the dark pt 1 — f. w.
Summary: Would you sacrifice your love for Fred to save the world, or would you join him into the dark together?
Words: 1,875 words
Warnings ⚠ : fem!reader, slytherin!fred, boyfriend!fred, fluff, a bit angst, mentions of bullying, mentions of harrassment, TW: DeathEaters
Disclaimer: Death Eater fred sounded so hot and i needed to write some dark things to quench my thirst so here we go! Hope ya'll enjoy because I sure damn did ;) also this collected dust in my drafts FOR SO LONGGGG lemme free this lil demonic bird
“Hello, love,” His breath tickling your nape made you slightly flinch at the surprise. You relaxed as you realized it was Fred and smiled when his arms wrapped themselves around your waist. “Hello, Freddie,” you chuckled as you turned your head to kiss his cheek.
He was hugging you from behind, and you could see a soft grin on his lips as he slowly swayed you both left and right. You purse your lips trying to contain your smile. Fred never fails to make your heart flutter, no matter how small his action was. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, and he nuzzled his cheek with yours.
He had asked you to meet him in his room after dinner during breakfast at the Great Hall. You had always spent time in his room after dinner anyway, so you were curious about what he would like to talk about with you.
Fred laid soft kisses on your neck, causing you to sigh out gently. His lips always knew where to kiss and where to touch, it drove you almost crazy at how he’s so good at it. Before you could dive right into the pool of ecstasy, you were snapped out from it as he took your wrist and led you to the chair by the fireplace.
Even when he’s born into a big family, Fred and his siblings always had the choice to have their own room in Hogwarts or not. Perks of having a successful father in the ministry, perhaps. The Weasleys are always known as the rich, pretentious, pureblood family. Next to the Malfoys, of course. Bloody hell, they’re actually very good friends with the Malfoys, Draco is good friends with Fred’s younger brother, Ronald.
“I need to talk to you about something, darling,” He gently said as he sat down on the chair, and you followed, welcoming yourself to sit on his lap. “Is it so important that you even asked me about it during breakfast?” You teased, playing with his red hair at the back of his nape. He smiled at your tease, before it faded slowly, “Well, kind of.”
You paused, your movement halted altogether, “Why? Did something happen? Are you okay?” Fred looked hesitant; nervous, even. He took a deep breath and looked at you, “Remember that one time I was called home in the middle of class and didn’t return until like days after?”
You nodded, “Yeah, your whole family was gone. You said it’s because a relative died.” He nodded, remembering how worried you were the day he returned. He smiled at the fond memory, before realizing the reason why he brought it up in the first place.
“Well, that’s not what actually happened…” “What? What do you mean, Freddie?”
“I think it’s best to just show you, I can’t really explain it even if I want to,” he muttered, sighing as he began to fumble with his right sleeve, folding it in until his elbow to show you. You gasped at the dark symbol on your boyfriend’s arm, it’s the Death Eater symbol.
Holy shit.
“Fred! Is it-” “Yeah, got it with George since we’re already of age, and Ron would get it with Draco next year,” Fred nonchalantly said; as if he's talking about the weather. And yet his eyes were scanning your expression carefully.
“This happened… On the day you disappeared?” you asked, and he nodded wordlessly. Your eyes were glued to the tattoo, the dark snake wrapped around the skull slowly slithered, and in some wicked and twisted way, you found the symbol…. Enticing.
“… Aren't you afraid?” he slowly asked, half expecting the best or the worst-case scenario. You slowly looked at him, eyes blinking multiple times, “Do you want me to be?” Your question caused him to snort a laugh, he shook his head laughing at the bizarreness of the whole situation, “No, of course not.”
“The last thing I want is for you to be afraid of me.”
There it is. The flutter. You licked your lips, trying to digest the whole thing, “Well, to be honest, I-I had seen it coming… but I didn’t know it would be this soon…” Fred nodded understandingly, already satisfied that you’re not freaking out like he thought you would.
You from a year ago would beg to differ, though.
“So, um,” you trailed off, unsure if it’s the right question to ask. Fred; being the attentive boyfriend he is, saw right through you and reached out to cup your face with his hands gently. He painted a soft smile on his lips, and nodded supportively, “It’s okay, you can ask.”
“Promise you won’t get mad?” “Have I ever been mad at you, love?”
“No, but you had been upset, though. So it still counts,” you shrugged and he laughed wholeheartedly, “It was one time and I’ve apologized for that for like a million times already. Get to the point, woman.”
You huffed a smile at the sound of his laugh and cleared your throat to ask him. “Are you one of them now? The… The Death Eaters?” He looked away for a split second, before he shrugged idly, “Technically. We won’t be active until we graduate, though. Perhaps just do some small missions, I guess.”
“How do you feel about it?” “Not doing dangerous missions?” His question made you laugh and shook your head, “No, being one of them in general.”
“Well, pretty excited, actually,” that’s when a huge grin broke upon his face, and Fred was grinning ear to ear. You understood where he's coming from, Fred was raised in a pureblood family with a pureblood supremacy ideology going on for generations. And naturally, following the pureblood supremacy, is the loyal worshipping of The Dark Lord. Fred has been taught his whole life that purebloods are the only worthy wizards and witches to perform magic, and while he doesn't necessarily agree with them (considering that you're literally a half-blood), he still couldn't escape from the other things.
You've taught him a lot over the past year that blood purity does not equal more or less magic. A muggle wizard is as worthy of magic as a pureblood wizard, because if they're not, then the magic wouldn't have chosen them in the first place. And while there are things that he was willing to learn about and change his way from discriminating against innocent people just because of their blood status, the thought of being the Dark Lord's follower is still considered sacred to him.
Somehow, you couldn't find any reason to be shocked, or scared. Neither betrayed.
“You should’ve seen the whole thing. It was huge and everyone was there. Even the Dark Lord was there when he made me that mark-” “T-The Dark Lord? He made this mark himself?” You find yourself flinching at the mention of He Who Must Not Be Named. You glanced at the dark tattoo on your boyfriend’s arm, and shivers ran down your spine. There it is. That fear.
“Well yeah, he’s the only one who can do it-” Fred halted as he realized you were frozen. “Y/N?” He called cautiously, looking at you as if you’re a ticking time bomb. And then he noticed. He noticed how pale you were, and how you were slowly trembling.
Maybe it just dawned on you that your boyfriend is a Death Eater now.
Understanding that it was a lot to take in, Fred smiled guiltily, “Hey,” he called again, and that was when you were snapped out of your thoughts, “Huh?”
“It’s late, why don’t we get some sleep, hm?” He gently asked, caressing your arm comfortingly. When you slowly nodded as you began to zone out again, Fred picked you up easily and walked to his bed.
He laid you down gently, and kissed your forehead, “Get some sleep, I’ll be right here if you want me,” he whispered. You numbly nodded, causing him to sigh quietly. Fred started to walk away; he needed to finish his homework before going to bed but halted as your fingers suddenly got a hold of his wrist. “Wait, Freddie…”
“Hm?” He sat back beside you, caressing the strand of hair that fell across your face. You looked down for a moment, before looking back at him and intertwined your fingers together with his, “I won’t run away. I won’t leave you, so don’t start thinking that I will. I-I just… I needed time to digest it all…”
Fred’s inside warmed up at your words, he softly smiled in gratitude, “I know, darling. And I understand. Take all the time you need, love. I can wait; I’m good at waiting.”
You couldn't fall asleep that night, thousands of thoughts were running in and out of your head. Fred was already beside you, soundly sleeping with his mouth a bit agape. You had a faint smile on your lips as you watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful and quiet, contrary to him awake and with a crowd; loud and just a pure menace along with George. You looked down on his arm, the arm with the dark mark. Even with the lights out, the dark mark could be seen. You trailed your finger lightly on the mark, moving along with the snake slithering around the skull.
As much as you're worried about Fred being a Death Eater, you're more concerned that other students would find out sooner or later. Hogwarts is a boarding school with its majority of students originating from light or muggle families. Only a few students are from dark families, such as the Weasleys, Malfoys and the others are allowed to enroll here.
If the public finds out about this… Fred would be doomed.
"I don't know what you're thinking, Y/N, but if you're worried about me getting exposed in school, don't be."
You flinched as you heard Fred suddenly speak, I thought he's asleep? "How did you know?" You asked. He was smiling with his eyes closed, "You're tracing my mark and you're furrowing your eyebrows. You're too easy to read, love."
You felt heat traveling to your face as you slightly smacked his arm, "How can I not be? This is a big thing, Fred, and our headmaster is literally one of the greatest light wizards of all time!" Fred finally opened his eyes and looked at you fondly, his hand idly caressing the side of your face.
"Look at you getting all worked up for me. I'm so lucky. Who else is going to be worried for me like this?" Your insides went warm as you heard his words, and his voice was groggy and deeper than usual too. Ugh.
"Don't try to distract me, Weasley! I'm serious!" You shouted-whispered as you smacked his arm slightly. Fred finally opened his eyes and laughed, embracing you into his chest.
"I've been hiding this mark from you for the last few weeks, love. I think I can handle the rest of the year," He mumbled in your hair.
And with that, the whole conversation of him being a Death Eater ends just like that. Never to be brought up again. But your mind couldn’t help but worry for the worst.
Let's just hope Fred knows what he's doing.
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Opposites Attract - Pt. 4
Snape's POV
Snape had never really considered himself the fatherly type. Even in the days when he still entertained the possibility of marriage, the idea of raising a child never appealed to him. Snape knew he was too selfish and easily vexed to be a suitable parent. He was, as much as he hated to admit it, too much like his worthless bastard of a father in that regard.
And yet, as he watched Y/N grow closer to the Weasley boy, a sort of protective paternal instinct rose up within him. He just couldn't see how this situation could end well, and he wasn't about to sit idly by and watch Y/N throw away a promising future for the likes of Fred Weasley.
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Y/N's POV
Y/N wrapped her cloak tighter around her as she descended the stairs to the dungeon. She should've layered up more before coming down here, she thought with a huff. One would think that with the combined magic of the headmaster and all the teachers, something could be done about these damned drafts in the hallways. But, no such luck. Maybe it was some sort of character building nonsense or some other similar bullshit. With a long sigh, she rounded the last set of stairs, trying to exhale all her frustration before her meeting with Professor Snape.
Of all days, Fred picked this one to be an absolute shit. He'd been waiting for her just outside the door of her Ancient Runes class. "Hey, love," he leaned down for a kiss. "I thought maybe we could take a walk before dinner. It's starting to snow."
Y/N smiled. "I'd love to," she replied. "But I've got my meeting with Snape in about fifteen minutes."
"Oh," Fred muttered, looking a away.
"I'll try to cut it short," she reached out, placing her hand on his arm. "I really would love to take a walk with you."
"I don't know why you're going at all," he spat.
The vehemence in his voice caused Y/N to step back. "We've talked about this before. I want to be a Potions Master and, like it or not, Snape is my mentor. Besides, even if I canceled, I still have to return his book."
"Oh yeah, his precious little book from his precious little collection," he mocked.
Y/N stared at him in shock. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe it's that my girlfriend is choosing to go play teacher's pet instead of spending the afternoon with me."
Her gaze hardened as any sympathy she had flew out the window. "Never mind," Y/N spat back. "Forget me trying to get out early. If you're going to insult me for actually taking school seriously and pursuing my passion then you can fuck right off!" And with that, she turned on her heel and stomped away.
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Fred's POV
Regret slammed into him as soon as she disappeared around the corner. This was not how things were supposed to go.
All he wanted was to spend some time with Y/N and forget about his shitty afternoon.
His day had started out great. But then, he and George got into an argument over the best way to tackle the problem they were having with their newest invention. They didn't argue often, and today's disagreement wasn't really that bad. They'd actually already worked things out. But it didn’t matter. Their arguments always left Fred feeling a little out of sorts and sad. It wasn't something he'd ever admitted to anyone, least of all himself.
Usually, to clear his head, he'd go for a walk. But now, with Y/N in his life, he sought her out instead, craving her gentle, calming presence. The world never felt more right than when she was by his side.
Except he'd fucked up. He'd forgotten she had her monthly meeting with Snape today, and it was the final blow. So, of course, he had to act like a selfish prick.
Godric, I'm such an fucking idiot.
Fred kicked at a loose stone on the floor, debating what to do next. His gut told him not to run after her, that'd only make things worse. She needed to cool down first. But afterward, that should be better. Shouldn't it? Of course, it would be better, he reasoned. Following the path Y/N had just taken, Fred decided he'd wait for her at the top of the stairs leading down to the dungeon, and when she got out, he'd apologize and make things right again.
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Snape's POV
Snape raised an eyebrow as he watched Y/N stomp into his office, slamming the door shut behind her and dropping her backpack on the floor with a loud thud.
"Something troubling you?" He asked with a bemused air.
"What?" Y/N looked surprised, as if she'd just realized he was sitting there. "No, no - I'm fine."
Snape eyed her a few seconds before speaking again. "Very well," he said and leaned forward to replace the book she'd borrowed with a new one. He was pretty certain she wasn't, as she put it, fine, and wondered if her foul mood had something to do with the Weasley boy. He decided to broach that very subject after their book discussion.
"Shall we begin?" He asked.
Y/N nodded and pulled out her list of questions.
Throughout their conversation, he watched Y/N carefully. Assessing her behavior. He noted that she'd kept her mind on track despite being obviously upset.
Excellent discipline, Snape thought. That should make the next discussion more productive.
"Before you go, Miss Y/L N, I would like to speak to you about your future as it pertains to your career path," he began.
Y/N stopped packing up her backpack and looked up at him. "Of course, professor." She sat back down, folding her hands neatly in her lap.
"You still wish to become a Potions Master, yes?" He asked.
"Yes, of course."
"Good," he stood and paced the room. "As you are well aware, Potions requires steadfast study and a disciplined mind. It is important to stay focused. Trivial social distractions can lower the quality of your work."
Y/N gave him a puzzled look. "Trivial social distractions? Forgive me, sir, if I've misunderstood. But it sounds like you're saying I should have no life outside of my potion studies."
"Far from it, Miss Y/L/N," Snape returned to his seat. "But you should be select with who you devote your free time to. Surround yourself with people of like mind who understand and support your endeavors rather than those who seek to pull you away from your objective."
Y/N remained silent for a few long moments. Snape could almost hear the gears turning in her head. "I - I understand, professor," she said finally.
"Very good," Snape replied. "Now, go and enjoy the rest of your day."
Y/N simply nodded and hurried out of his office.
Snape leaned back with a self-satisfied grin, convinced that his message had hit home.
~•~
Y/N's POV
Y/N hurried out of Snape's office, holding back the tears that threatened to spill over. How could she have been so stupid? Letting herself get pulled in by a pretty face. The professor was right. She needed to surround herself with people who supported her. She thought Fred did, but she was wrong. He'd shown his true colors today.
Confused and still angry, Y/N failed to notice the figure leaning against the wall at the top of the stairs.
"Y/N!" A voice called after her.
"Fred?" She turned around, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to apologize," he began, but then saw her wet, red-rimmed eyes. "You're crying, love. What happened? Did Snape say something to upset you?"
Y/N rolled her eyes. Was Fred really that dense? Or was he too junvenile to take responsibility for his own behavior?
"No, Fred. It wasn't Snape that upset me," she sneered. "But he did open my eyes."
"Opened your eyes," Fred's eyebrows scrunched together. "What the hell does that mean?"
"It means I've been a fool, thinking you actually cared about me or anything that's important to me."
"What? How could you think that? I do care," Fred entreated. "That's why I'm here. Because I care so much."
"For now," Y/N scoffed. "But what happens the next time you want me to take a walk and I need to focus on my studies?"
She started to walk away, but he stepped in front of her. "Y/N, baby, please. Just listen," he begged. "I was upset and stupid, and it won't happen again."
"I know it won't." Y/N's gaze went as cold as ice. "Because we're done, Fred Weasley. This relationship is over."
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These photos have been sitting in my drafts for a week, maybe more. I feel like I have so much to say and then when I have time to post it, I don’t. And then I forget. Really need to work on that!
We’ve been spending our weekends balancing family time and finishing up home renovations. My home office is officially DONE, and it looks amaaazing! 🤩 I definitely wasn’t as grateful as I should have been while B was building my new home office, but seeing it done and working in there, it clicked and I was like.. holy shit. This is awesome. HE is awesome. Super grateful to have this space to myself. I’m also grateful that the renovations here at home are winding down for now.. we need to wrap up the projects that are ongoing now and shift focus to bringing this new babe into the world.
I’m in month 8 now.. ultrasound a few days ago was great — the baby is healthy as can be, I’m healthy and my blood pressure is staying nice and low. The babe is 5lb 7oz now! He’s regularly kicking the crap out of my insides but I love feeling it. I can’t wait to meet him. I went to a hospital tour of our new hospital last week which definitely made it REAL. He’s gonna be here soon. It’s gonna bring with it so much fear and anxiety and I’m sure it’ll bring up some emotions that I’ve been letting simmer under the surface. I’m starting therapy with a new therapist Monday, though, so that’s giving me a direction on how to deal with everything that’s gonna come up.
Pip’s 1st birthday was a few weeks ago. It was a quiet day, mostly business as usual on the surface with a mostly unspoken sadness surrounding us. People who did reach out were very brief and quiet about it, not poking or prodding too much, which I appreciate. Thankfully nothing got posted to social media. I honestly wouldn’t put it past my MIL, but she somehow resisted. It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since he was born, and it’s harder to think about everything that’s happened since. I try not to be angry about what life looks like now; it’s not what I imagined, but in a weird way, it’s the only way I could imagine it being currently. I try to stay focused on the good and let the bad visit from time to time, but not let it stay for too long.
Always looking forward. Good things are happening and more is to come.
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I tried to get my mother to watch the first half of TRW Homecoming, the funniest part is this woman used to watch marathons of TRW with me when I was in middle and high school (I'm in my late 20s) and apparently missed all of the points, and didn't go well...she didn't even last a full minute into it when that convo.....super fun.
I also just finished the last few episodes a couple of hours ago and Norm and the LGBT+ issues they bring up too, especially bi-erasure which are super personal for me....I ended up sobbing....I didn't really keep up with it after 2013 but TRW (not road rules or challenges, actual RW) was one of the only good things left on mtv in the 00s and it was the ONLY good thing they had left after TRL was cancelled and MUSICtv -officially- died and it was always just so impactful and raw and it's as necessary now as it ever has been and yeah...sorry to just gush about it but no one IRL for me understands why I keep suggesting the homecoming or how it could be anything other than "tYpiCaL mTv dRAmAAaAaaA" so it was cool to see someone reflect on it...okay, sorry again for my novel, hope you have a wonderful mornin/afternoon/evenin/day...
(This reply is, like, a few years late. It's been sitting in my drafts. At this point, even TRW Homecoming: New Orleans is a distant memory. Sheesh.)
Your mom disappoints me. How she raised someone sweet and thoughtful, I have no idea.
Honestly, I should have seen this shit coming. The Boomers did the same fucking thing... they were progressive as hell in their youth, and then did a hard 180 back into the I-got-mine-motherfuckerism that birthed them. My generation, meanwhile, was never particularly awake politically —we were too busy playing video games and disrupting things that bored us— but I never figured so many of us would suddenly shrug and join our parents in their pseudo-religious, authoritarian circle-jerk. I sincerely thought better of us.
Here —as in many things— I point to Bill Clinton, and my generation’s stupid contemporaneous defense of him. We all —self included— excused the fact that he’s a weak, sleazy, brilliant, charismatic piece of shit, and in so doing, inadvertently lowered the bar for the dignity of the Oval Office. He lied and smirked and left a young woman to drown in public, and we all felt like we were in on a clever “fuck you” to the petty moralists of the world. Why wouldn’t a generation like mine look at a lizard-brained, orange troll and say, ‘I wonder what would happen if we gave him a rhetorical flamethrower?” I sincerely thought we were liberating humanity by connecting everything together, but we were really just building a massively complicated framework for screaming “FUCK YOU” into the void.
Anyway, back to Becky...
I doubt it would work, but I’d like to sit her down and try to explain how simple all of this could be for her. It’s like, Rebecca, I know it seems like there are lots of scary new things you’re being asked to learn, and that you’re uncomfortable with a future where you’re expected to acknowledge the flaws people find in the things you love, but you know what would really help? Shutting the fuck up. You can pretend to listen while some half-baked, shitty song floats through your head, and just nod appreciatively when appropriate. You're old and white and comfortable, so you can just fucking coast the rest of the way. No one needs your opinions, and if you don't voice them, we won't assume you're a jackass. Everyone wins! And how do I know this? Because I watched a movie about psychics, and now I can see the future. (You insufferable asshole.)
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Chapter 12 : You’ve Got A Way
pairing : fushiguro toji x fem!reader
warnings/tags : 18+, alternate universe - office, eventual romance, explicit language.
genre : angst + fluff + smut
word count : 1,841
a/n : hi everyone! I am currently suffering, because I realized we are more than halfway through this series and my mind hasn't fully accepted the fact - tbh I thought it'd be writing this series forever. this has become more of a slow burn than I initially drafted it to be, but let's be real y'all, I'm a sucker for the chemistry that ignites between two people before they get together. so get comfy and enjoy this chapter because the next is going to be a game changer (sorry to tease about it, I'm just excited to write it).
hopefully this will help y'all get through the week (it definitely did for me!) xx
18+ minors dni!!!
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The dark room floods Toji in a state of melancholy treachery. Is it safe to assume hiding from the real world is the perfect antidote to the goal that just slipped from his fingers? Or perhaps he should continue to drink his frustration away until his wallet is penny less. He’s always been and always will be a failure.
He shifts in his bed to see a peak of sunlight streaming through the closed curtains. God, his head hurt so much. Even the dimmed rays shoot a sharp pain to his temples – the perfect sign to close his eyes and sleep it off. Or maybe he needs another drink. Who knows. No answer can ever be correct in this state of mind he will forever live in. This is exactly what he gets for trying to live an honest life. But it wasn't even that honest, since he took the fall for something he never did...
It’s all the same shit day, in and day out, and of course, he was so stupid to think that things would be different now. They weren’t. Never would be. He’s only been spared from what could have been worse though. You could've made him so much worse. And yet you’re still on his mind even after the last uncomfortable interaction.
He can’t show his face back at the office, could he? Not when the last look you gave him was something between dreadful and disappointing. Though he considers himself to be both of those things, you didn��t even utter a word to him as he left. He’d hope you’d come up with some kind of witty charismatic statement, just anything instead of silence.
But honestly, maybe you were just as weak as he was. Maybe, just maybe your intention to push him to finish that project was just a way to move towards a more notable position in the company. You never actually cared about his success, you were just pushing him to make him more miserable.
And yet, he still wants to see you again.
Things were always cut too short between the two of you and it made Toji just want to be around you more. It was spineless of him, yes. Somehow he didn’t really care. He felt like he was getting to know the woman you truly are and he liked it. A lot in fact.
Is it weird to think you two could have gotten somewhere? Especially since you'd exposed another side of yourself to him. He thought he had you, that you'd be like putty in his hands. And the day he got fired, he really swore that if Kaito didn't interrupt the two of you, something could have happened. Something he's been long awaiting.
The subtle noise of Toji’s phone vibrates in the background. He turns to take a look at who’s name is illuminating the screen. It’s Kong. Frankly, Toji hasn’t even spoken to him since the incident, he’s been ignoring his calls, hoping in time Kong will take the hint. But he’s a lot more stubborn than Toji remembers and he feels himself start to give in.
With a sigh, he leans over to answer the call.
It didn’t take Toji too much convincing to get out of bed when Kong persuades him with a couple of drinks. So here he is, sitting at the bar, already starting on his first drink. He wasn’t so keen on going to Suki’s in the first place, wanting to stay as far away from his old office as he possibly could. But there’s a part of him that hopes that he will run into you.
“Fushiguro,” Kong’s voice booms. “Thought you’d never show your face again.”
Toji's eyes snap quickly over to Kong who is standing with his briefcase slung over his shoulder.
“Can’t get rid of me that easily,” Toji says with a chuckle. He also can't so easily get rid of you constantly racing in his mind as he looks behind Kong wondering if you’d be there. He wished his brain never went there cause that tinge of hope just blossomed into more disappointment.
Toji slams the rest of his drink back, not even taking a beat while Kong takes a seat beside him. He lets out a relieved sigh as the sound of the glass hits the bar, eyes searching for the bartender.
“You already owe me one,” Toji says before ordering his next drink.
Kong orders the exact same carefully scanning Toji and Toji can feel his judgment. As he watches the drink being made, his eyes grow hungrier and hungrier by the second, craving the warm embrace of alcohol.
“You ok?” Kong asks taking a newly made drink into his hands, gaze locked onto Toji.
“‘The fuck you talkin’ about?" He dodges the question and picks up the glass swirling it before taking a sip.
"Just pace yourself, ok?" Kong chimes in, the sound of concern wearing in his voice.
"Believe me, I’ve paced myself enough," Toji fires back.
“Just enough until you got yourself fired?” A voice barges into the conversation.
Toji turns his head to see the person behind the voice who very quietly sits beside him. And to his surprise it’s you. You clear your throat before calling out for the bartender, but you didn’t need to as he was already there. The glimmering look in the bartender's eyes only gazes upon you whilst the rest of the patrons get a neutral stare. You’re a good-looking lady, how could no one look at you in that way? So why is this good-looking lady sitting beside a disappointment?
“You know I’d take you for a liar, but the stunt you pulled is a new look for you,” you continue, eyes forward, not even interested in looking his way.
“Didn’t take you for a stalker type,” Toji interjects, ignoring your comment. “Thought I was the one with that title.”
“Pft, who even comes to a bar so close to the job they got fired from?”
“I actually asked him to meet me here,” Kong interrupts, making his presence known to you.
Quickly, you snap your head over your eyes darting to Kong first, then to Toji. But your eye contact isn’t long as you seem to be quite embarrassed gazing into the deep emeralds of his soul.
“It’s funny ‘cause I don’t really see you around here,” Toji inquires leaning in closer. “Did ya come lookin’ for someone?”
“Fu– Now aren’t we feeling cocky?” You hiss. “Just for that… I think you owe me a drink.”
“How about you owe me a drink for the hell ya put me through.”
“Excuse me?”
“For making me start a project over when I could’ve just been fired a long time ago.”
“So, you didn’t lie about your indecency?”
Silence stifles between the two, as Kong slowly rises from his chair mumbling that he will be going out for a smoke, noting he didn’t want to be involved in a lovers quarrel.
Lovers quarrel.
Now isn’t that optimistic thinking, to actually be in a quarrel with the one you love? But this wasn’t love . Nah. Toji wasn’t someone to dive into that weak emotion. This was more than just a subsequent plunge to the heart of unrequited intensity. No, this was much more devious than that. A passion that runs through his veins, he can only long for it as the days go by. It’s pleasant and shallow, nothing deep or it will swallow him whole. It had to be lust . Wanting you so bad that his bones ache, no temporary relief can subside his frustration besides the idea of fucking you silly beneath him. Holding you down with all his strength, just so he can unravel the growing need to expel inside you.
Like a predator watching his prey, Toji’s eyes dim while a smirk creeps on his lips. “Didn’t realize you’d get so worked up over me.”
“Pft, you’re just drunk,” You snap.
“Are you that upset that I got fired?” He leans in closer to you.
“God, you smell like booze.”
“Why don’t you drop the act,” he says. Nonchalant, in fact, as if he’s rehearsed this one hundred times in his head. But he hadn’t. He can feel his heart beating so hard he swears you can hear it. “It’s obvious we are both after the same thing.”
It’s obvious you know what he means. Yet, you still put on a stern look. Where’s the bashfulness he saw written on your face like the other day?
“And what would that be?” You smirk.
“C’mon, are you going to make me say it?”
You don’t say a word, neither of you is willing to say it, instead, you both continue to gaze into each other's eyes, listening to the ambiance of the bar and the clinking of glasses.
“Fushiguro.” You say, breaking the silence. Anticipation rises in his chest as you lean in closer as if you’re contemplating something. He doesn’t know if he wants to know.
So he answers with a firm kiss on the lips. It’s so deep and longing and fiery that some may have taken notice in the bar of the public display of affection. It was a promiscuous one, a passionate one, and all the stars aligned in that one moment. He didn't think this is all he wanted, of course, he needed more. He needed you. And it had to be now.
But you retract back into your seat, bringing your drink to your lips again and taking a long sip.
Toji says your name. You look at him again, swallowing the drink hard.
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” you say.
He pauses. The words seemed to jab at him all at once. It still echoes in his mind and he admits it could be that he’s nearly falling apart, yet he really wants you. So yes, drinking and sleeping all day may not be the ultimate treatment to cure his undeniable curse, but maybe you are.
Getting up from your seat, you throw cash on the bar and don’t say anything more. He finds himself frozen as he watches you walk away and out of the bar.
He frowns, staring at your half-empty glass of alcohol, wondering if he’d read into everything wrong this entire time. He’s never been rejected, so the pit in his stomach makes him feel uneasy about the outcome of his actions.
His eyes seem to wander down the bar stopping at a woman sitting alone finishing up her drink. It’s been a while since he’s got laid and somehow the opportunity tasted a bit sweeter down on his luck. Maybe it wasn’t the brightest of ideas, but as he throws back the rest of the smokey liquor, his eyes fade at the ingestion of what he only hopes can shut the guilt of a one-night stand. He wishes he didn’t have to do this. He wishes he could just continue drinking, but his cock seems to steer him wrong.
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Munday Thursday meme!
Tag nine people you want to get to know better! Do the meme if you want to!
Favorite color(s): Jewel tones, especially sapphire blue, navy, blush pink, burgundy, and all sorts of neutrals. Soft colors are welcome too. Not a fan of brights/neons.
Favorite flavor(s): Tea, champagne (Sugarfina’s champagne gummy bears are the best), fresh strawberries, penne alla vodka, spaghetti carbonara, chicken tikka masala, rose-flavored macarons, Korean BBQ, red velvet cake, a fresh croissant, cannoli, a traditional afternoon tea set somewhere bougie like The Ritz and/or Claridge’s, baked macaroni and cheese, and chocolate. Yes these are all flavors do not test me.
Favorite genre(s): historical drama, historical romance, romance, horror, drama, thriller, and some action and comedy. Basically: give me a costume drama and I’m usually happy, unless I see glaring outfit inaccuracies.
Favorite music: Uhh...something pop/rock/oldies/pop goes classical/soundtracks go here.
Favorite movie(s): Dead Poets Society, Shakespeare in Love, Good Will Hunting, many things starring Grace Kelly or Audrey Hepburn, most Jane Austen adaptations. For animated: Beauty and the Beast, Lilo and Stitch, Howl’s Moving Castle. For pure camp/rewatch value: The Mummy, Clueless, Legally Blonde, The Addams Family + Values. For Horror: R U D E as fuck question. Depends on what I’m in the mood for. Cannot narrow it down to a handful.
Favorite series: Downton Abbey, Bridgerton, A Court of Thorns and Roses/SJM multiverse, What We Do in the Shadows, Endeavour, Outlander, Sanditon, The Great, Danganronpa, Cowboy Bebop, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Revolutionary Girl Utena, Rose of Versailles, Lupin III, Mobile Suit Gundam (mostly 0079 and Zeta, with soft spots for 0080 and Char’s Counterattack), Umineko no Naku Koro ni. And for garbage taste background noise: Gossip Girl, Emily in Paris.
Last song: I don’t care that it’s like six months too early I am hype dammit
Last movie: History of the World: Part 1 rewatch in anticipation for Part 2. But Scream VI tomorrow finally! And after that, the Luther movie at some point.
Currently watching: The aforementioned History of the World: Part 2 (roughly half the skits were great, half were painful), The Last of Us, The Mandalorian, What’s Wrong With Secretary Kim? (as I just found it on Hulu and loved the webtoon), Sanditon, Call the Midwife, Marie Antoinette, Tom Jones, Call My Agent! (I need to watch 10 Percent too, but CMA is on Netflix and has Philippine Leroy-Beaulieu, which is who I want to be when I grow up).
Currently working on: Oh, a constant mishmash of replies, researching costumes for my conventions this year (one of my local friends is revamping her Despair!Kazuichi for a con and is giving me all the more reason to bring Despair!Sonia back out again, even if I wore her last year at this event. We wish we had a Gundham!), work, absolutely losing my shit with Jennifer L. Armentrout’s From Blood and Ash getting picked up by Amazon before we’ve even seen an ACOTAR finalized script/casting/anything from Hulu (ACOTAR > FBAA by a long shot. Heck, give us the Throne of Glass series we were promised!), prepping for cooking date with the husband on Saturday (we’re making a tomato-based chicken curry full of veggies with white rice (his) and shirataki/konjac rice (mine).
Tagged by: Tagging? We don’t need tagging. I stole it like the Straw Hat Pirate I am (no really I was big into One Piece like 6-7 years ago with offline friends. Still have costumes sitting in my closet that I should sell)
Tagging: Hey you! Yes, you! Do you want to do the Really Cool Thing all the kids are doing and avoiding your drafts with literally Anything Else On The Internet? Then I’ve got exactly what you need! This meme.
#more-than-a-princess musings#more-than-a-princess memes#(okay I'm going to put the kettle back on and -now- get into writing my replies)#(Even if head empty only full of gho.st.fa.ce rn)
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Million Dollar Man | chapter two
18+
summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.
Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, kissing, drinking mention, lowkey perv!Spencer, cum play, praise, oral (female receiving), grinding, love confessions, arrangements, Spencers anxiety, (more to add)
word count: 3.4K
a/n: updates on Wednesdays and saturdays at 2 pm est
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She sat on the subway with an anxious pit in her stomach and her purse held close to her chest. Her laptop in her bag, she didn’t want to lose it on her way to the most important meeting of her whole life.
Her story was becoming a book, she was almost done the final draft, they were making touch-ups to the cover and picking the type of paper today.
Her dreams were coming true within the next month, soon she’d have a physical copy of her book, her pre-sales were showing that she’d be on the bestseller list, and her name was finally going to be on the cover of this one.
She sighed and reached for her necklace, holding it between her fingers as she took a few deep breaths. She was doing so much better today than she was last year and it was all because of Spencer, he was the best thing to happen to her. To think she complimented his sweater vest and now he’s the only person in her life she can count on.
All she can think about is him for the rest of her journey, through 4 more stops she keeps her eyes closed as she thinks of all his little facts and his cute laugh. She smiles to herself and the anxiety slips away, she loves him and she knows that for sure, but she just doesn’t know how she loves him.
She’s never had a sibling, her best friends are all women, her previous boyfriends were all shit and her other sugar daddies were never this wonderful, and her parents are lesbians… she doesn’t know what her feelings really are for Spencer, mainly because she’s never known any other men to compare him to.
But she does know the exact moment she realized she fell for him.
He booked a hotel room in DC after a local case, asking her to meet him in there at 10 pm. She was waiting in the bathtub when he arrived, bubbles galore, her hair up and arms open, “welcome home, honey.”
He laughs, “you want me to get in there with you?”
She just nods, “let me take care of you, daddy?”
He takes off his blazer, pulls his tie off and starts to unbutton his shirt. She watches patiently as he gets undressed, and it’s not sexual to her. He’s her person, her best friend, the only human being she would ever share a moment like this with and that’s when it hits her.
She doesn’t accept it just yet.
It’s not until he’s lying on her chest, between her legs, cheek resting on her boobs as she runs a sponge over his back while he gives her a little run down on his terrible week. His co-worker almost died, his mom is stressing him out, the only good thing he has left is her and she knows that.
“And then I get to my moms facility and she’s had a really good day, she knows me and she knows all of my childhood again and she’s all right there in front of me and yet she’s so far away. I’m never going to get all the time I want with her and it’s really hard to accept.”
He shares things with her that he doesn’t even tell his therapist. Because his therapist doesn’t hold him like a child against her chest and tell him he’s okay when he get’s upset.
Y/N loves him, so she kisses his forehead, “I’m so sorry, I have 2 moms if you’d like to have one?”
“It’s okay, I would love to meet them sometime though,” he wraps his arms around her waist a little tighter under the water. “Thank you for tonight.”
“Did I mention my leg is 44 inches from hip to toe?” She asks in the middle of the silence, quoting pretty woman, knowing he hasn’t seen that far into the movie yet. “So basically we’re talking about 88 inches of therapy for the bargain price of $800 dollars a week.”
Her legs wrap around him and their naked bodies are closer than they’ve ever been and yet it’s completely platonic, “I’d spend a million dollars on you if it always meant feeling this good after.”
She runs her cheek along his wet hair as he snuggles into her neck, “mmm, I like the sound of that,” she teased. “My million dollar man.”
Her stop rolls around and she pulls herself out of her day dreams to get off the train and head to her meeting. She smiles as she walks through the station, up the stairs and onto the busy downtown streets when she gets a text with Spencers special chime. She opens it when she gets to where she’s going, safely inside and in the waiting room.
It makes her laugh in the waiting room. People look at her but she doesn’t care, he’s so special to her she feels butterflies in her stomach even when he’s not around.
“Y/N!” She hears her name being called by her editor, he’s over ecstatic as he comes running out to get her. “Come, come we have so many choices to make!” He jumps up and down as he holds her arm, like a child in a candy store.
“Andy, chill man,” she laughs at him and plays it cool, “It’s just the cover being finalized.”
“It’s our baby!” He teases back, pushing his glasses up and tugging her behind the glass doors of the office.
She’s surrounded by people and paper and huge versions of her book cover. She has a sharpie as she fixed mistakes and jots down final ideas. “And I wan’t Phil to look more human and less like data from Star Trek?”
“But Dorothy looks okay?” The artist asks, nervously and Y/N can tell.
“She looks beautiful! You really brought her justice,” she smiles, “really she looks the same in my head! It’s just Phil and I’m sure it’s tough getting a drawing to look like a robotic human, let alone human.”
“I have some ideas?” She opens up more, taking her iPad out and sliding it across the table, “I wanted to give him more of a Sophia feel? His face is silicone but his joints and everything are more like an Elon Musk crash dummy.”
“That’s perfect!” She’s shocked, “why didn’t that go in the first draft?”
“I was worried it was too much,” she’s a little older than Y/N, and yet her anxiety is that of a teenage girl. “I’m going to get working on the final, do you want some emailed versions tonight?”
“Yes please,” she smiles.
“So we’re done?” Andy asks, “we’ve made all our final calls?”
“I believe we have,” Y/N closes her laptop and takes her phone out, taking a photo of the final rough sketch of her book cover on the table to send to Spencer before he comes to pick her up. She can’t wait to see him now.
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They’re sitting side by side in matching spa robes, he’s getting a pedicure while she gets her nails done. Leaning back in her chair with a face mask and cucumbers on her eyes, she’s never felt more relaxed in her life. And just in time too, her back was killing her from writing, her knuckles hurt and she just needed a break.
Spencer did too, he was genuinely not having a good time at work anymore, every case made him spiral and he always looked to Y/N on days like that. They met more than once a week now, she got $800 every Friday and she didn’t even really need it anymore. He was coving for so much of her bills and lively hood that her savings account was growing and growing because of him.
For the first time in her life she thought she would be okay if a man left her. As terrible as it was, as much as her moms tried to raise her differently, she fell down the daddy issues rabbit hole and she’s never going to find her way out— however, luckily for her, Spencer is down here too, and he brought a flashlight.
He understands her, more than anyone else on earth. He knows all her secrets, every crush and bad grade and snide remark she’s ever kept to herself. He didn’t judge her, he could actually listen to her issues and tell her why she had them. He gave better advice than a therapist and he was able to get information for her if he didn’t know the answer to what she was going through.
He’s absolutely everything to her and yet he’s 14 years older than her, he’s still traumatized beyond belief, he’s sad and ashamed and recovering… but he’s the best man in the whole world and she wishes he could see that. If he just looked at himself from her eyes, if he felt how she did in her soul when they were together, he’d love himself.
They’re too relaxed to drive home, and Spencer knew that would happen beforehand, bringing her a change of clothes (lingerie) and that robe me mentioned. He books a hotel above the spa and takes her to it. Arms linked as they enter the suite, she’s amazed to find more than one gift bag on the bed.
“How many gifts is this now?”
“We’re at 5 out of 24.”
She laughs as she wraps her arms around him in a thank you hug, “this is what you consider 4 gifts? Spencer there are like 8 things on the bed, let alone the massage and manicure?”
“If you think this is too much I guess you’re going to get really mad next week,” he teases as she looks up at him with a surprised look on her face.
“Spencer, I am so busy next week, I cannot be galavanting around with my sugar daddy,” she tries to act like she doesn’t want to go on an adventure with him again.
The last trip they took was the best week of her life. They went to all the historical sites in the UK that she and Spencer had talked about. Mainly old churches and castles, strange poets graves, random art and most importantly; stone henge. It was a trip of a lifetime and he took it with her.
“I watched the rest of Pretty Woman the other day,” he smiles, “and I thought I’d pull an Edward Lewis and really surprise you because you deserve it.”
“You know how the movie ends, right?” Her heart beats really fast in her chest and she wants him to love her so bad but it’s also terrifying now that she’s this close.
“He lets her choose,” he whispers.
“He rescues her,” she corrects him.
“And she rescues him right back,” he really did watch the end of the movie.
It makes her heart skip a beat as she swallows sharply, “what does this mean for us?”
“I have a whole plan, a whole sequence of events I want to stick to. I wanted to make you fall in love with me this week and ask you on your birthday, can we still do that?” He pleads with her, he’s so serious. He’s clearly put a lot of effort into this.
“Absolutely,” she smiles, “but if you’re going to make me wait that long for you to ask, you still can’t kiss me till then. No matter how much I already love you.”
“Really?” He’s so soft with her, she knows he’s not reacting to the teasing. He’s never had someone tell him they love him and then stay after.
“I would never lie to you about that, spence. I know what love means to you, I know how scared you are and I’m scared too. But I know there is no one else in the whole world I’d rather be scared with than you,” she holds him tighter and rubs her nose against his, “so what’s in the bags, daddy? Finish your surprise.”
She plays along perfectly, stepping back and hauling him towards the bed. “I got you some outfits and things for the next 2 weeks, we have a few things planned. We’re going on a flight soon, I have new luggage being delivered to your apartment this week and we’re going to see your moms for 3 days.”
“No,” she shakes her head, “there’s no way, Spencer, I haven’t seen them in 5 years, I’m going to cry.”
“I know,” he cups her jaw with his hand. “They’re really excited to see you.”
She hugs him tight, kissing his neck as she holds him. “Thank you, daddy, do you want me to put something on for you now?”
“I’m just going to take it off you, plus, what your wearing is sexy enough, he whispers back. “You’re always so beautiful, baby.”
“I thought you were saving the best for last?” She asks as she pulls back, overly eager and he can tell.
“I want to repay the favour from the other night.”
She doesn’t mean to gasp and yet she does, “please?”
He pulls on the tie of her robe, opening it enough to snake a hand behind her back and draw her in with a hand on her bare back. “Please what?”
“Please, daddy?” She looks up with her best begging eyes, perfect pout and all. “I want you to touch me, I promise I’ll be a good girl.”
He steps away from her to swipe all the bags off the bed before picking her up and laying her back against the pillows. He kisses down her body, hand on her lover back as she arches, he drags his bottom lip from her belly button to her cleavage. Nipping and sucking at the exposed skin on her chest, pulling her breasts out of the bra to suck on her nipples, she moans and it’s louder than she expected.
As she plays with his hair, he marks her, bruising small little love bites all the way down as he makes his way between her legs, “take me, please?”
He’s been dreaming of this for so long, he can’t even give you an accurate number of times his mind has drifted to the thought of how wonderful she would taste, how beautiful she’d sound…
“Tell me how badly you want me?” He asks as he spreads her legs and kisses her left thigh.
“I haven’t had sex in 10 months while waiting for you. Daddy, please you’ve owned me for so long, just take what’s yours already for gods sa- OH!”
With a broad lick, his tongue flattens against her core and it shuts her up. She gets what she wants, holding into his hair as she tosses her head back, taking it all in and enjoying it. He’s been on her mind for months, every time her vibrator was where he is now, she thought of him. he’s been the man of her dreams longer than she’s known him, and he was proving it.
“Right there, daddy,” she speaks through shallow breaths, “do you know how much I’ve thought of this?”
“You know I don’t,” the vibrations of his voice against her skin are glorious, he looks up at her through his lashes as his tongue flicks over her clit and she shakes a bit.
“Fuck,” she gasps, gripping his hair tighter, “better than I thought you’d be, fuck, too bad you— Jesus, don’t have the stash anymore…”
He stops and looks up at her, the smirk on his face glistening with her juices, “the stash?”
She nods, “I’ve thought about calling it the pussy tickler,” she teases, running her hand down his cheek and swiping her thumb across his bottom lip before bringing it up to her mouth to taste, “I want more of you.”
He kisses back up her body and she reaches for his robe the second he’s close enough. “Just grind against me? I know you’re waiting but we can still feel good together?”
He kisses the side of her mouth and she takes that as a yes, wrapping her legs around him so his hard cock is pressed right against her core as they move their hips in synchronicity with each other. His breathing is heavy as he kisses her cheek and jaw, her nails scratch down his back, he feels absolutely amazing against her.
She feels so empty, she wants him so bad she’s clenching around nothing as she squirms against his cock and wishes she was full.
“I wish I could move time,” she whispers. “Fuck, why can’t it be my birthday?”
He laughs against her, grazing his teeth over her neck and drawing another moan from her but then he stops moving his hips, “why are you so impatient?”
“Remember I said I stopped enjoying everything? Well, taking a 10 month break from sex and thinking about you every time I got off has made me desperate,” her hand cups his cheek, “I’d wait forever for you, but a girl needs to be fucked hard every once in a while.”
Only she could find a way to make something both profoundly beautiful and whorish at the same time, he loved her for it and she knew that now. He smiles and leaned in to rub his nose against hers and it takes everything in her not to kiss him. The same way it was taking everything in him not to slip into her as he began to grind against her once more.
She’s so close, the accidental edging has added a whole new level of desperation she’s never felt before. She wants to cum for him so bad, but more importantly she wants him to cum for her.
“Take my bra off,” she whispers, Spencer’s hands travel behind her back to unclasp it and he helps her out of it before tossing it to the floor.
“Cum for me daddy,” she whispers in his head with a hand in his hair, gripping him tightly as he bites at her neck, “cover me with your cum like you’re marking your territory.”
“Shit,” his hips sputter against hers.
“Say it, I know you want to,” she teases, so close to the edge but it’s too good of an opportunity. She loves seeing him fall apart like this and she can’t wait to see it again. “Who’s am I?”
“Daddy’s girl.”
He grinds down on her harder and faster and she’s so close, the bubble in her gut is reaching a fever pitch and with a gasp, she’s cumming and then she feels it. His load covers her stomach as he pants against her neck and grips her hips tighter as he comes down.
She wraps her arms around him and holds him as close as humanly possible, her breathing still heavy as he rises and falls on her chest. He’s heavy but she doesn’t care, she just kisses the top of his head and thanks him.
He brushes his nose against her neck, nuzzling her like a cat, “do you really mean it?”
“What, honey?” He remembers so much, this could be a question about something she said 2 months or 2 minutes ago and she has no clue.
“You’re not just playing along with my kinks right, you genuinely want to be mine?”
For being her million dollar man, his heart sure was broke. This is why he wasn’t ready, he still didn’t understand why she would want to stay without anything in return, he’s gotten so used to paying her for her time now that his anxiety has managed to convince him that she’ll leave when he stops being worth it to her.
“What does my necklace say?” She asks, knowing how close he was to it. “Read it to me, I forget.”
“Daddy’s girl,” he smiles again.
She soothes her hands over his back, “I would do anything with you because I love and trust you, but also because everything you do is sexy… you could read me the dictionary and I’d still want you to pump me full of cum after.”
“It sounds so crude after,” he laughs, “speaking of, we really need to have a shower.”
“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine?” She teases as he gets up.
“Only if you let me wash the front too?”
She smacks his bare ass and races him into the bathroom, turning on the water and getting in with him while still laughing and carrying on. He’s her best friend in the whole world, there’s no one else she would rather do this with… there was no one she has done this with. No one has made her feel this good, before during and after sex.
Spencer Reid was an anomaly, but he was hers.
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Accidentally - Jacob Black
a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for like a week. i wrote this in like an hour and a half lol, got the idea and ran with it. loved it up until the ending 🤷🏼♀️
warnings: descriptions/mentions of blood, injuries, stitches
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The fight with the newborns was finished. The vampires retreated after realizing Bella would soon become one, no lives were lost on your side, and everyone, besides Jacob, was unharmed. Though his accelerated healing pulled through after Carlisle reset his bones, and he was back to himself.
Bella, seeing this as a win for everyone, and wanting to celebrate her engagement with Edward, invited the wolf pack and their imprints over to the Cullens’ house for dinner. You found this to be odd for a couple reasons; vampires don’t eat, and the two groups usually aren’t ones to celebrate things together.
The pack eventually, reluctantly, agreed, and the date was set.
When you arrived with Jacob, the rest of the pack and their loved ones did as well. You join Emily and Kim to head straight for the kitchen, finding that Esme and Carlisle were cooking.
“We know that Paul can eat, so we made sure to make enough for everyone,” Esme smiles.
The three of you offer to help and she gives you each something you can do. You were given broccoli to cut up for a side dish of steamed broccoli, while Emily helped cook the chicken dish and Kim made a pasta salad.
The atmosphere is a little awkward at first. The vampires converse with each other, and the wolves stick to their pack. Eventually, Emmett apologizes to Paul for the misunderstanding on the tribe’s land, and things relax a bit.
Bella and Edward talk with Seth about their news; she looks so happy, and you could tell she really loved Edward. Though you knew she was playing with fire, being so close to people that could kill her instantly.
You were so deep in your thoughts that you weren’t paying attention and end up slicing your finger open. Feeling the piercing pain, you drop the knife, catching everyone’s attention.
“Ah shit,” you hiss, cradling your hand. Esme and Carlisle share a knowing look. Kim wraps your hand in a towel, but that makes it worse, as it spreads your scent around more. This keeps Jasper’s attention the most; he’s still not really good at controlling himself around human blood.
You didn’t know what happened, but one second you were standing next to Kim, and the next you were flung into the wall, crashing and falling onto a glass table. You can feel shards of glass in your arm, but the growling and hissing from the two supernatural groups in the room distracts you.
Emmett was standing in front of you, trying to keep Jasper from coming for you. Sam and Paul join in and lunge for the blonde vampire, Emmett pushing the group as far away from you as possible. Carlisle rushes over to you to assess your bleeding arm.
“Get him out of here, now!” He demands to the three. Jasper finally relaxes and walks out of the house, Alice, Edward, Bella, and Rosalie following. Carlisle helps you stand and Emily brings another towel to try and help with the blood.
“What the hell is going on?!” Jacob rushes in, Embry behind him.
“Jake, why don’t you go to the living room and calm down before-”
“No, Emily! I wanna know why the fuck my girlfriend is bleeding!”
“I’m going to take her to my office to stitch her up, she’ll be fine,” Carlisle tells him softly. Jacob tries to grab his shoulder and stop him in an angry manner, but the vampire is too fast for him and rushes up the stairs.
“Kim?!” He demands. She shakes her head, still in shock at how fast everything happened. Huffing, he follows you upstairs, but he gets lost trying to find Carlisle’s office. When he does, he sees you sitting on a small table.
“Get away from her,” he growls, his anger growing by the second. Carlisle keeps calm and faces him.
“I’m not a danger, Jacob. She’s in safe hands, I promise.”
“I don’t give a shit, get away now!”
“Jake,” you call out, your voice quiet and soothing. Upon hearing you, he calms down immediately, his eyes catching yours. “He’s okay.”
“You should be worried about Jasper. He’s the one that caused all of this.”
“What the hell did he do? Slam her into the wall for fun?!”
“Jacob, I’ll tell you once Carlisle finishes, just please.” He sighs and takes a seat in the chair next to the door, hanging his head in his hands stressfully.
He stays by the door the entire time, making sure no one comes in. He also watches Carlisle, but that’s not as big of a worry because he can see and sense how comfortable you are. Part of him hates that he acted out on the doctor, seeing as he just recently helped heal him.
“She’s all done. About ten stitches in her arm, and two in her finger. I’ll come over to your place when they need to be taken out,” he tells Jacob, discarding his gloves and washing his hands.
“Thank you, Carlisle,” you say. He smiles and pats your shoulder.
“Anytime. I’ll see you in about a week.” He walks out of the room, shutting the door. You reach your hand out for Jacob, and he finally trudges over to you.
As soon as he stands in front of you, to get a better look at the two bandages on your body, he breaks down crying. He stands between your legs and leans onto your shoulder, crying loudly. He holds onto you gently, being mindful of your injured arm.
“I’m so sorry,” he mumbles through tears. “I’m sorry I didn’t protect you and you got hurt when I was here.”
“Hey, it’s okay, babe. Things happen.”
“It wouldn’t have happened if I were inside, protecting you.”
“Jacob,” you pull back to look him in the eyes. “Emmett saved me. I’m okay.”
“Emmett did this?” He begins to grow angry again. “I thought it was Jasper.”
“I cut my finger while chopping broccoli. Kim gave me a towel to try and contain it, but it made it worse. Jasper went to attack me, but Emmett pushed me away. I ended up slamming into the wall and falling onto a glass table.”
“Fucking vampires,” he whispers under his breath. You giggle and cradle his cheek.
“I’m okay, so let’s-”
“No, we’re not staying. We’re going home right now.” Deciding it was best not to argue with him, you nod. He helps you down from the table and guides you back downstairs. Carlisle and Esme were the only two in the living room, the vampires having gone to their respected rooms and the wolf pack and the others waiting outside.
“Thank you again, Carlisle. I’m sorry my blood ruined the party,” you chuckle. He laughs and pulls Esme into his side.
“It’s my job. And no worries. Wolves, humans, and vampires aren’t really meant to have parties like this. If it wasn’t you, it would’ve been something else.”
“Well, wish Bella and Edward the best for me, and apologize to Jasper.” They nod and wave goodbye as you and Jacob head outside. Before you could get into Jacob’s car, a voice stops you.
Emmett appears at the bottom of the stairs in seconds due to his speed. Jacob goes to lunge for him, but Paul and Embry hold him back.
“I just wanted to apologize for what happened. I didn’t mean to throw you into the wall, I just wanted to get you away from him. I kinda forgot you are human for a second,” he tells you.
“No hard feelings Em. Thanks for saving me.” You hug him tightly and he is careful with your arm, but hugs you back as well.
“No fucking thanks for throwing her into a glass table!” Jacob yells angrily. Emmett sighs and faces Jacob, crossing his arms cockily.
“Would you rather have had Jasper get to her, bite her, and turn her into one of us? Or would you rather her walk away alive with only a few stitches in her arm?” Emmett offers. Jacob sees his point right away and relaxes. He can’t read their minds like they can with him, but he can see Emmett is being sincere in his intentions.
“Thank you,” Jacob finally mutters, holding his hand out for Emmett. The buff vampire shakes his hand and backs away.
“I promise my intentions were good. I would obviously never want to hurt her, because I know what you wolves can do when someone hurts your imprint, but it was the best option.”
“I get it. And yeah. I may want to rip yours and Jasper’s heads off, but I’m glad she’s not one of you.” Emmett chuckles and pats your back one last time before heading back inside. Jacob helps you into his car as soon as he turns his back, and drives off within seconds.
“Did he say to change the dressing or anything?” Jacob asks as you two get ready for bed.
“He said I need to keep it on through the night, then I can take it off in the morning to clean it and redress it. He gave me some gauze to do so.”
You two finally crawl into Jacob’s bed, you laying on your left side, facing Jacob. He caresses your cheek then reaches for your injured left hand, which was resting by his face. His lips gently graze over your skin, his kisses ending just below the gauze wrapped around your index finger.
“We’re never going back over there,” he whispers. You giggle lightly and nod.
“What about Bella’s wedding? We’ll have to face them then?”
“We’ll go out of town that weekend. Sorry, but I don’t want you around Jasper anymore. Honestly I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself from attacking him anyway. No one gets away with intending to hurt a wolf’s imprint.”
“He still struggles with being around human blood, Jake. At least be a little understanding.” He stares at you in confusion.
“No, I won’t. Emmett said it himself. If he wasn’t there, Jasper would’ve killed you and...I…I wouldn’t kn-know what to do,” he stumbles over his words, feeling the tears come again. “I can’t lose you, baby.”
“You won’t lose me, Jacob. I won’t go around them anymore, and we’ll go out of town for Bella’s wedding.”
“Good. She’ll be upset with me, but she’s not my problem anymore. You’re my entire world, and I want you to be safe. Being safe beats celebrating a wedding that is going to end up with her dead anyway.”
“If that’s what she wants, then let her. She’s their problem now, like you said.”
“Mhm. Anyway, enough about that. Get some sleep, okay?
“Alright. I love you too, Jake.”
“I’ll forever love you. Goodnight, my love.”
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𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢
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𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍: ANON Hey you ❤️ Could I request an imagine with Bucky where you are his non-avenger girlfriend but you got really distant towards him lately as you found out you're pregnant and you're scared of his reaction? But then he finds out and is all happy and all other avengers are happy for you and insist on taking care of you and it's just all fluffy ? Thank you a lot ❤️
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: really fluff smut 18+ (praise, daddy kink, slight mommy kink?, breeding kink, oral fem!rec, age gap, etc), slight angst, cw: mentions of eating disorders (no one has one but bucky thinks this)
𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛’𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: listen…. The idea of kids and having kids getting pregnant all that jazz, yeah. It fucking terrifies me! LOL! But nonetheless I really do see the appeal and sometimes i catch myself reading these kinds of fics so i really hope you like it anon! :)
PS: updates are going to slow down cuz i don’t have any drafts ready for upload and also things are a little crazy personally so yeah hope y’all understand :)
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“You like that baby?” Bucky groaned in your ear.
“Yes daddy! Oh my god,” you moaned.
“You’re being such a good little girl for your daddy. Fuck, daddy. You're gonna make me a daddy. I’m gonna come inside you and you’re gonna get all swollen and round with my baby. You want that? You wanna be a mommy; make me a daddy?”
Bucky and you both expressed in the past that kids were something you both wanted but with Bucky still heavily involved with missions and the avengers, and you were in college studying to get a PhD in biomechanics and computer engineering, something that would let you understand and work with Bucky specifically very closely. You were too young to have a baby but that didn’t stop you from playing into fantasies of having a family with the man you were so in love with.
“Daddy,” you moaned.
“Give it to me, baby,” you looked him into his eyes.
Bucky kissed you hard as you both came and after cleaning yourselves up you had showered together, ate dinner quickly, and soon went to bed.
That was two months ago.
Three weeks after that night, Bucky was gone for about two weeks on a mission with Steve. You and the girls were drinking wine but you opted out for the tempting glasses feeling nauseous that entire week.
As a joke, the girls were saying you were pregnant but you were sure that you and Bucky were always cautious when having sex. It wasn’t a good time to have a baby. So you joked that all three of you should take a pregnancy test and when yours came out positive you freaked out.
“Oh my god! Bucky’s gonna kill me!” you panicked.
“Hey, relax. It’s ok,” Nat comforted you.
“We can get through this. Now did Bucky explicitly say he doesn’t want kids?” Wanda asked.
“No, we both want kids it’s just, ugh, life is so fucking crazy right now and I’m still in school, Bucky’s going on missions all the time. It’s just not a good time to have a baby.”
“Ok think about it this; if life for us was normal, as boring as that is, would Bucky be upset if you were pregnant?” Nat reasoned.
“No, he would be so happy. He wants to be a dad, it’s just so sudden,” you said in distress.
“It’s always sudden with this situation. But what’s more important is that you have support. Whatever your decision is in the end we'll all support you, even Bucky,” Nat told you.
Bucky came back home and immediately knew that there was something that was upsetting you. You promised him that you were alright but you were conflicted. You tried to tell him, you really did, but there wasn’t a good time.
One night Bucky tried to initiate sex when you two had the tower to yourselves. You were instantly distant with him afraid he’d take one look at your naked body and know you were pregnant and that freak you out.
“Baby, are you ok?” Bucky asked that night.
“Yeah, I just don’t feel good,” you didn’t actually lie, the pregnancy did affect your appetite drastically and many foods you used to adore before were repulsive to you.
“Oh ok, do you need anything?” he was concerned.
“No, I think I’m ok.”
Now present day, you and Bucky hadn’t had sex since. It’s been a little over two months and Bucky wasn’t frustrated per say but he missed you; he missed having his hands on your warm and soft skin. He missed the way you squirmed under him and the little whimpers you made. How good your walls felt as he thrusted in and out of you torturously slow.
You two were in the kitchen sitting with some of the other team members. So far only Nat and Wanda knew about your pregnancy as hard as it was to not tell Vision or Steve or literally anyone. You stared at the breakfast sitting in front of you; it used to be your favorite but looking at it and smelling it was making you extremely nauseous.
“Baby?” Bucky rubbed your back.
“Hm?”
“Why aren’t you eating? It’s your favorite,” he said.
“I’m not too hungry,” you said.
Bucky wasn’t convinced but because you were in front of other people he didn’t want you to feel embarrassed like a father scolding a teenager. His hand rested on your thigh and immediately felt your leg tense up.
You retracted and stood up walking away without saying a word and Bucky was confused and followed you quickly shoving as much food in his mouth as he could and tossed his plate in the sink.
“What’s going on with them?” Steve asked.
“Oh no are they gonna break up?” Sam asked with genuine concern, as much as he fucked around with Buck he did admire your relationship. You are really good for him and he loved you unconditionally.
“No, it’s just-” Wanda started.
“Wanda,” Nat warned.
“I wasn’t going to say anything,” she rolled her eyes, “There fine. Y/n’s just not feeling well and she doesn’t want to be bothered.”
Bucky walked into your shared room and found you changing into yet another hoodie. That’s when he started piecing things together; or at least he thought. You were always wearing very big clothing and covering your body; that he thought was the most beautiful he’d ever laid eyes on. You were constantly nauseous and refused to eat even some of your favorites dishes and meals. You wouldn’t let him touch even though he’s initiated a couple of times.
“Y/n?” Bucky asked.
“What?” you played dumb.
“Y/n, what’s going on?”
“Nothing, I told you I don’t feel good.”
“That seems to be your excuse a lot.”
“What does that mean?” you asked.
“Y/n, be honest with me. Are you starving yourself?” he had tears in his eyes; he couldn’t even think about you doing this to yourself.
“What! Bucky no! I’m not, ugh, just,” you stuttered.
“What is going on, please tell me, baby?”
“I’m pregnant!”
Silence. Bucky was shocked. You were pregnant? How long? Why didn’t you tell him?
“I’m so sorry, Buck,” you started crying.
“No, no, no, no, don’t cry babygirl,” Bucky hugged you tightly while you sobbed into his chest.
“I’m happy, I’m really happy and excited for us. We’re gonna be a family,” he smiled.
“You’re not mad?”
“Why would I be mad?”
“I don’t know, I know we talk about this and having a family but not now. I thought you’d be mad at me.”
“Well, I’m a bit bummed that you didn’t tell when you found out but no; I’m so happy. I love you from the bottom of my heart and I would do anything for you. I’m gonna be here every step of the way and we’re gonna get through this together, ok?”
“Ok,” you sniffled.
“Are you ok? Do you need anything?” Bucky already started going into protective dad mode and he just found out.
“No I just need you,” you whispered.
“God, I love you,” Bucky picked you up and laid you on the bed littering your face in kisses.
“Does anyone else know?” he asked you.
“Well, uh, the girls,” you said.
“You told the girls?”
“Well, they were drinking and i declined because I was feeling sick and they joked that I was pregnant so we all took pregnancy tests as a joke but mine came out positive. I took two more and they were all positive,” you started tearing up.
“Hey don’t cry, it’s ok.”
“Sorry,” you laughed.
“We’re gonna be ok, right baby?” he whispered.
“Yeah, I love you.”
Bucky leaned down again and pressed kisses to your neck making you giggle. His warm hands trailed under your shirt making your skin burst into chills. Bucky’s lips continued their assault on your neck and before you knew Bucky started lifting your sweater over your head.
You did the same to Bucky and your chests were pressed against each other instantly as he kissed you hard. Bucky trailed kisses down your body slowly, hands rubbing your skin softly, lips staying longer than usual around your stomach for obvious reasons.
Bucky peeled your sweats from your body and didn’t hesitate to dive in. His tongue licking a long strip against your pussy. You moan softly and your hips wiggled under him. He pressed down on you to keep you from squirming but you were getting very close to your orgasm and it just felt too good.
Bucky brought his fingers and circled your entrance before inserting a finger slowly. He looked up at you moaning at his fingers and this encouraged Bucky to insert another one. His fingers slipped in and out with ease with your arousal practically dripping from you.
Bucky leaned forward and circled his tongue around your clit. The obsecene sounds of Bucky finger fucking you echoed in the room and you finallly climax, cumming all over his finger. Bucky crawled up your tired body after taking his pants and boxers off.
Bucky didn’t bother putting a condom considering you’ve been his only partner the past couple years and he got you pregnant. He pumped his cock a few times before grabbing your legs to wrap around his waist and easily slipped between your folds.
“Fuck, baby girl. You feel so good,” Bucky moaned in your ear.
“Oh shit, yes,” you whimpered.
“Oh you’re gonna be so beautiful when you're all big and swollen, shit. You’re gonna be the sexiest mommy in this whole fucking world.”
“Ugh! And you’re gonna be such a sexy daddy,” you smirked and cupped his face.
He leaned down and kissed you passionately. He thrusted into you harder and your back arched into his chest, moaning high pitched and loudly. Your hands tugged on his hair and Bucky groaned in your mouth.
“Oh Buck, I’m gonna come,”you said against his lips.
“Let go, baby. Come for me, mommy,” Bucky said.
You came hard; your body contracted and trembled, your stomach tightened, your toes curled, and your legs pulled Bucky deep inside you, hot spurts of his cum coating your walls. Bucky settled on you but bounced back afraid he was crushing the baby.
He went to the bathroom, well practically sprinted, and returned with a warm towel to clean you up. Your body laid still while you were cleaned and you just watched Bucky with adoration. He left again and returned wearing boxers and held a bottle of your favorite lotion that you usually saved for special nights or for Tony’s parties.
You smiled and got comfortable as Bucky poured some lotion in his hand. His hands spread the lotion evenly on your body; thumbs skimming your sensitive nipples, gently caresses all over your stomach, teasing grazes along your inner thighs. You closed your eyes and felt euphoria.
The love of your life was really pampering you and you felt so good.
“I love you,” you whispered.
“I love you, too,” Bucky kissed your forehead, crawling into the bed with you.
“Let’s stay in all day. My girl is pregnant and she’s gonna need all the rest she can get,” Bucky joked.
“But what about-”
“No, who cares,” bucky interrupted.
“But-”
“No buts.”
“What are we gonna tell the rest of the team?”
“Oh, well. It’s your body, your comfort. You tell them when you feel it’s best. But I do hope it’s soon because I’m so happy and I don’t think i'd be able to keep this a secret for long,” Bucky dived his head in your neck making you laugh.
“Ok,” you whispered.
“Man, I’m gonna be a dad,” Bucky sighed happily.
“You’re gonna be daddy,” you said innocently.
“I’m already your daddy,” he playfully growled.
“Then you’re gonna be two types of daddy,” you smirked.
“Two types of daddy.”
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The Tassle Worth the Hassle: Congratulations Sav!👨🏾🎓
***THIS HAS NOT BEEN THROUGH A TYPICAL EDITING PROCESS; ALL SHORTS ARE ROUGH DRAFTS***
Chi kept standing up screaming Sav’s name when it got quiet and he ducked his head like he didn’t know who the hell her crazy ass was. She was doing it to purposely embarrass him.
“Sit your ass down!” Ivy whispered. “You making us all look crazy!”
“I love you Dayvion! I’m so proud of you baby!” Chi said one last thing before taking her seat.
The ceremony was long and many people in the stadium started becoming drowsy. Thank goodness they didn’t bring any of their children because no way could a bunch of two and one-year olds sit through this.
After two hours of honoring specific students, and guest speakers, Sav was up. He was graduating Summa Cum Laude and Lake couldn’t have been prouder. He and some other students were sitting on the stage. They’d been chosen to represent the student body because they held the highest distinctions amongst their peers. Of the three who’d held the highest distinctions, they voted and chose him to give the speech.
When Sav stood up the whole class erupted. He was popular on campus not only as a ladies man but the weed man as well. They absolutely loved him. He was one of the few African Americans that attended the prestigious university, so it was easy to stand out.
“Why are they goin’ up for my husband like this?” Chi asked, being drowned out by the amount of cheering happening for Sav.
“Chill, y’all,” Sav said over the mic. “Dean Lee said she not for my shit—” he slipped up and everyone laughed. “I mean stuff today.”
The Dean who was also black shook her head at his use of language, but she knew how Dayvion Porter, which she addressed him as could be. They’d had several run ins over the course of his college career. The young man with tattoos galore, foul mouth and pants off his ass was indeed by measure the smartest one in the sea of thousands of students. She wanted this young black scholar to have his moment even in its rawness. This was black excellence being shown at a PWI and she was proud nonetheless.
“Ummm…everybody know I ain’t wanna do this.” Sav did not try to sound intelligent or put on for nobody. They wanted him to give this speech he was going to do it as him. Educated and all, he was true to himself. “I told Dean Lee I would be honest and y’all still chose me so here we go…”
“Fucking right bro!” A white guy shouted from the crowd.
“I know a lot of us struggled to make it to this stage. Not only the amount of work we had to put in to make it here but the pressure, financial restraints, family issues, our mental incapacities at times…a lot more goes into just getting a degree. Picking something you can actually apply and let’s be honest, make money from in this nut ass world. Shout out to y’all who got art degrees, it’s about to be hell,” Sav said honestly and the audience died of laughter. “I know some of y’all personally who went through some of this. To be honest, ion know what it look like. I couldn’t relate because I didn’t have those problems. Y’all probably thought I’m the made it out the hood specialty case. I had a big brother who not only kept pushing me to finish but made sure I didn’t have not one worry while doing it, so this was a breeze for me actually. I don’t need no college degree, but I did this for one person and one person only. My brother Lake. I wanna honor him with this because a lot of the great people, the ones behind the scenes who never get recognized are the real ones that make it happen. I was able to run a whole business, get married, have kids, live my life stress free. He gave me what I know a lot of people who look like me never get. A peace of mind. A care-free life, the tools I needed to be successful and I thank him for that every day.” Sav was looking right at Lake. “My brother the reason why I get to stand here right now…so this to the single moms out here doing it all on their own that got their kids to this day, to the dads working day and night to pay for tuitions, the grandparents, siblings, aunties and uncles who put their all into a kid to see them do better. If it wasn’t for y’all, I’m sure we wouldn’t be up in here falling asleep and waiting to hear our name called for a degree we couldn’t have gotten without y’all.”
Although the ceremony wasn’t done after Sav’s speech all the students felt every word he said and so did the families there to support them.
“Wait…” Dean Lee got up ready to stop them but it was too late all the graduates were up on their feet, throwing their caps in the air. It was like a big party started. It took twenty minutes to get everything settled then the degrees were finally handed out.
“Dayvion Porter,” they called Sav’s name to receive his degree and it went crazy again.
“That’s it!” the president of the school got up waving his hands then shouted in the mic. “Everyone please sit down!”
*******
Lake waited patiently, watching Sav bump fists with a bunch of people because he wasn’t about to touch all them hands. He stood in his robe, medals and cords around his neck looking like a true scholar. He admired the hell out of his little brother. Not even for finishing but remaining authentic and true to himself during the process. Sav had his moments but everything he set out to accomplish, had been done. Lake couldn’t and wouldn’t ask anymore of him.
“You proud of me?” Sav asked, coming towards him with his arms out for hug.
“So proud man,” Lake smiled, embracing his baby brother. “I’m so fuckin’ proud.”
“Thank you, where the fuck everybody go?”
“Home, they didn’t want to stay around for the crowd and all the traffic.”
“Now you know that’s fucked up. Even my own wife? All this and them niggas dip on me? Take me home to my kids. Nobody better not say shit to me.”
“Chill, I wanted you to take a ride with me.”
“Ion even feel like it.” Sav’s feelings were hurt. His whole family was worried about beating traffic than his big day. It upset him more because he didn’t even care about it as much as they did.
They had to get all of his gifts professors, the school, students and others got for him. Sav indeed was their favorite. Someone even gave him basketball season tickets. Once they were in the car Lake did his best not to laugh. Sav was really upset.
“Why the fuck we here?”
Lake pulled into to the strip club they used to frequent and Sav knew something was up now. His brother wasn’t allowed to be a hundred feet of no strippers per his wife’s rules. Only if she was DJing did Avery let him enter the building.
“Because I thought it would cheer you up.”
“I told you I don’t feel like shit no more. Them niggas fucked my mood up. Especially, Chi, she really dipped on me. Her fuckin’ muscle head ass better hope ion divorce her.”
“Sav, relax, nigga,” Lake laughed lighting a blunt then passing it to him. “Hassan would be proud of you man.”
“Yea…” Sav put his head back blowing out smoke. “I be thinkin’ bout Daddy a lot.”
“Me too, all the time actually…I wish he would’ve made it, seen you today. It’s moments like this that make life worth living.” Lake stared out the window. After a few seconds of silence, he reached in the back seat and handed Sav an envelope.
“What’s this?”
“I ain’t know what to get a nigga that got it all for a graduation gift.”
“Aw man…” Sav looked at all the papers and got emotional.
Lake knew it bothered him that he didn’t know where he came from for sure. He couldn’t do a traditional testing since their father was deceased and had been cremated. But there was sibling DNA test and because Sav, Lake, Vant and Wreck didn’t share the same mother, it was easy to get proof. If he wasn’t Hassan’s he’d have not an ounce of relation to them.
“Sav even if that shit ain’t say what we already knew it wouldn’t have made you any less my brother. I hope you know that.”
“Thanks man,” Sav dapped Lake up and he pulled him in for a hug.
“Why the fuck y’all sittin’ in here cuddling and shit?” Wreck was about to get in the back, but Lake had car seats. “Nigga, Avery whip don’t have nothing in it. I swear you and Vant the wives.”
“Fuck you nigga,” Lake pushed him getting out the car. “Stop takin’ your anger out on everybody. I told you come talk to me, you wanna hide out and shit. Think Daly ain’t tell me the bullshit you been on.”
“I ain’t got nothing to say, and Daly a nut for bringin’ shit to you like I’m not a grown ass man! It’s fuck everything and that’s on my Daddy.” Wreck walked over and dapped Sav up. “I’m proud of you nigga.”
“Are you really bro?”
“Yea! Ion mean to be so hard on you. I apologize. Just…you know I’m dealin’ with my own shit right now, but I love you man.”
“I know, it’s cool, I love you too.” Sav felt bad for his brother. Wreck didn’t know which way he was going. It had spread about Gia breaking up with him. A simple, I don’t want to be with you anymore, was all the reason she gave him. That’s all he got from her. Wreck opened himself up to a woman for the last time.
“Let’s go in here, I can’t be out for long or A will come lookin’ for me.”
“Cause you a whipped ass—”
“Y’all keep saying that,” Lake laughed, cutting Wreck off. “But I’m happy as fuck. I have no resistance in letting love take over me anymore.”
“And you know what? I am genuinely jealous and that ain’t even me bro.”
“Wreck,” Lake stopped walking. “I’m for real, come talk to me. Tomorrow, nigga.”
“Everything already fucked up, bro. Gia will never be with me again.”
“How?” Sav asked.
“Ion wanna talk about it.”
“What the hell is taking so long?!” Chi pushed the door open.
“Fuck is you doing here?” Sav looked at Lake confused. “I did not ask to come here, Chi. Lake brought me. I was on the way home.” He started defending himself immediately.
“Get in here, Dayvion.” Chi pulled him along and it was dark as hell on the inside.
“SURPRISE!” the lights, loud ass music and cheering all happened at the same time. The whole club was decorated in his school colors with a big ass banner congratulating him. Everybody was holding cutouts of Sav’s head from his graduation photo.
“You did this for me?” Sav wanted to cry.
“Mhm…”
“I love you,” Sav kissed her all the way down on the couch.
“Stop Sav!” Chi laughed. “My dress is comin’ up! You doin’ all this in front of people!”
“Can I give my brother a hug now?” Dem asked and they let each other go. “I’m proud of you bul.”
“Thank you.” Sav hugged Dem longer than he did his own wife. Chi was over trying to get in between something that Sav needed to literally survive, to breathe and have good days. They were working through a lot of things and as long as he prioritized her and their children then he could love on Dem all he wanted.
“I’m so proud of you, boo boo,” Ivy said kissing her baby all over.
“Ard come on with all that shit,” Vant tore them apart. “We got a surprise for you later,” he whispered making Sav laugh.
“Shout out to my young nigga Sav! Congratulations bro!” DJ AP shouted in the mic sounding like a nigga making everybody crack the fuck up. She was barely six weeks post-partum and came out to party for her favorite person much to Lake’s dismay. “This one for you baby!” Avery pointed at him then played Nicki Minaj Moment for Life. Sav wouldn’t openly admit he was a fan.
“No, I'm not lucky, I'm blessed, yes, clap for the heavyweight champ, me! But I couldn't do it all alone, we!” Sav jumped on all his brothers. The moment was so nice. “Lake Porter raised me,” he remixed the lyrics.
Lake looked at Wreck who was visibly sad and hugged his brother and in front of everyone Wreck received it because he really needed it.
“It’s gon’ be okay, ard?”
“Yea…” Wreck didn’t want to ruin his little brother’s day so he decided to just put his own issues aside for the time being. Vant handed him a drink patting his back.
“It’s ard bro.”
“Put ya drinks up,” Dem held his glass in the air with is arm wrapped around Sav. “It's a celebration, every time we link up, we done did everything, they can think of, greatness, is what we on the brink of!”
“I WISH THAT I COULD HAVE THIS MOMENT FOR LIFE!” everyone sang
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Author’s Note: I finally finished something in my drafts after two months. I feel semi accomplished today! Taglist is open, as are requests!!!! Send them… I want them.
Pairing: Colson Baker x Reader
Warning: Smut, public sex, drinking, language
Inspo Song: Why are you here?
The eyes searing into you from across the club belonged to Meg Styer; you knew of her well, based on Colson’s Instagram, she was the new arm piece. The well-known model had a reputation of making herself known to the exes, even if that meant starting confrontations when they were not needed. She crossed her long russet brown legs; they shimmered in gold, as did her entire outfit. You felt immediately outdone, thinking of the minimal effort you’d put into the outfit or your makeup today. Tonight's outing was not supposed to be about Colson or this new woman; it was about falling out of this fucking slump you'd found yourself in for the past month.
"It’s lively here.” Eric grinned. Straight edge, Eric.
You cringed inside; if your mother could have created someone on an app, Eric would have been him. Without a doubt, he was handsome, with dark hair, delicate features, and not a tattoo or piercing in sight. The club had been his idea, but parts of you believed he’d gotten the idea from your sister, who knew that there was no way in hell you’d sit at a restaurant and eat. You liked the action; your job called for you to sit in silence and awkward conversations; you didn't want your life to be a damper as well.
“It is,” you looked around, taking everything in, including the abrasive eyes that still remained on you, but it didn’t matter once he entered the room. The black shirt revealed his entire tattoo-riddled chest, even the one of your name he’d gotten a few years back. He looked like he might be up to trying you tonight, so you had to disappear and do so quickly. “We should go to the booth you got.”
“Yeah, sounds like a good idea.”
It wasn’t a good idea; you sat uncomfortably across from the pair watching their every move while trying to suppress the need to end the date abruptly and slap the fuck out of him. Irritating you always was the one thing he did exceedingly well. Meg sat in his lap, draping her arms over his body, throwing her ass on him like she had no shame! Did he know it was you across the room from him? Did he care? You watched as the waiter brought your third glass of tequila to the table and leaned into Eric, noticing the earthy cologne mixed with the whiskey. He smelled nice, or perhaps you were elusive to the bullshit because being near to him dulled the ache of the scene across from you.
The room to be secluded offered no privacy, so even when you felt alone, you were smothered in the thoughts of what if he saw you kiss or touch this guy- what the fuck was his name again? You uncrossed your legs, clumsily kicking the round glass table in front of you and spilling his drink but thank god not yours.
“I need some air; I’m gonna go get some.” You paused and took your glass. “I’ll be back.” The words scrambled out, and you did too, pushing up from the leather couch and not looking back to see Eric’s reaction to the awkward movements.
Too many people surrounded you, and at the moment, all you truly wanted was to hear nothing and feel nothing, even if it meant you had to get shit-faced. The stairwell didn’t have many people in it; only two women consumed in one another and Colson.
Your heart sunk once you realized it was him, from fear, dread – fucking embarrassment, maybe? He shook his head; you took notice of the three earrings in one ear while the other garnished a seat of crosses that dangled. Colson’s hair was slightly disheveled atop his head; the dark roots peeked out of the platinum blonde tapered cut. He looked great as usual. “I thought you were in for the night?” Colson’s voice carried over the music because he refused not to be heard, especially by you. He looked down at you, nursing the glass of chilled tequila. You’d acquired a taste for it over the years of being with him, Colson drinking tequila like water had rubbed off on you. “This doesn’t look like your place.”
“Did you want something?”
“Why are you here with that broke down,” He paused dramatically, raising his hand as he thought of more insults. “Tom and Jerry looking motherfucker?”
“That’s the best you can do?”
Colson drug his teeth over his lip, “Where you meet him?”
“Where’s that instamodel chick? You know the one with the plastic ass and tits? You leave her in the car just so you can go check on your other hoes, or is she in here with them?”
“Man, stop.”
“I saw her looking at me, don’t tell them about me. I’m not your concern, and I am damn sure not theirs.”
“How’d you catch her looking at you if you weren’t looking at me?” Colson’s cocky smirk sent a rush of anger coursing through your body; even when he lost, he found a sure way to find a confident victory in it.
“Bye, Colson.” Your eyes met his, remembering how blue they were. Even when he was dead drunk, they found a way to still hold onto the Colson you knew was in there somewhere. The sweet one that danced in the rain and stayed in bed with you every free night he could give -- you shook it off. Breaking eye contact with him to look anywhere but the blue crystal stare. You cut down to the ground, admiring your pumps before he turned away from you and left.
The drink was no longer cold, and the tequila didn’t even burn as you chugged down the remnants of the clear liquid. You pinched the bridge of your nose, taking a deep breath, and then leaned against the stairwell.
“Long night?” Eric cleared his throat.
“Already, I’m so sorry. Could we leave here?”
Eric shook his head yes and placed his hand on your shoulder, “Is everything okay?”
“Perfectly, fine. It’s fine.” You swallowed. The hazed state of your mind needed to be cleared, especially before you left with him. “Can I meet you upfront? I’m going to freshen.”
“It’s fine; take your time.”
You wouldn’t take your time; the quicker you were out of this place, the better. Whenever you were in his element, your mind refused to do the right thing. You moved through the crowded dance floor, carefully avoiding familiar faces. And finally, you were at the restrooms splashing the cool water on your face. You looked yourself over, grateful you hadn’t worn makeup—the trickles of water run down your rich ochre brown skin. Too many thoughts raced through your mind out there but not in here. It was silence, and your mind was in a stupor. For a second, everything stilled, your heart and breathing were relaxed, and everything was back to normal, that moment as everything else was short-lived.
Colson’s reflection appeared in the mirror before you. “I cannot believe you lied to me?” The door clicked behind him.
“I didn’t lie to you.” The way he casually entered the women’s bathroom to start an argument pissed you off. “And get the fuck outta here.”
“We talked earlier today, and you said you were in for the night.”
“You said you were going out by yourself, and you got a whole entourage. So, same shit, we both just single now.”
“Come here.”
“No, you don’t get to tell me to come here. You don’t get to follow me in the bathroom and talk to me about fucking lying when you-.”
Words ended when his lips met yours, he towered over you, but he didn’t mind the effort it took to get to your lips. He walked you against the wall- steadying your steps to his until he picked you up, and as if your body knew the routine, you wrapped your legs around him. Your lips eagerly kissed him back, tugging on his bottom lip before returning to take more kisses. How were you this hungry for him? You wanted nothing more than him to fuck you, rip this dress and ruin you in this unlocked bathroom. “Y/N.”
“Fuck me.” You pleaded.
He only needed the confirmation to move towards his belt buckle unsheathe his dick. There were two ways you fucked, frantic and as if you would never see one another again and then slow – ironically, they both had the same outcome. Your heartbeat matched his, strumming against your chest, and his matched yours. You loved it. There was no foreplay needed; you wanted to feel every inch of the pain he had to offer. He pushed the black dress up to your thighs, bunching the fabric enough that it revealed your pussy for him. He swiped his tongue over the pads over his fingers and swiped your lips. You were wet for him. You had been the whole night, no matter how much you wanted to deny it. He pushed the long finger into you, curling it to press the soft pad that made you squirm and throw your head back in pleasure.
He moved from the wall to the counters, not giving a fuck if someone walked in or not; he spread your legs wider for him and gripped your curls. Exposed to the world, but all you could see was him. You reveled as he slammed into your hilt deep, muted your sequel with his lips, and paused. “You missed me, didn’t you?” He whispered. “Y/N?”
“Shut up,” Your pussy answered for you, squeezing to pull him deeper as he fucked into you. He wasn’t even deep enough for you; your fingers tug on the black shirt as you thrust to meet him each time. Your skin clapped against his every time, his cock expertly hitting that spot inside of you that made you want to cum right then and there. You held it, panting as it began to build up all over your body. He knew the signals, the way your hands rapt against him, legs quivered, and your pussy throbbed.
“Up.” He said, listening to the door open behind him.
Decency had left when he started fucking you, there was no way in hell you’d stop now, and Colson possessed no fucks when it came to sex. They could watch whoever the fuck it was. He positioned you in front of the mirror, bent over for him. Colson’s heavy hand came down on your ass, and then he pushed into you arching your back before wrapping a hand around your hair and fucking into you wildly.
Your ass bounced back on him, and his moans made you wetter. Your fists clenched as you tried to steady yourself – there was no controlling the orgasm that flowed through you. Your breath quickened, your toes curled, and your eyes snapped closed as his name rolled from your tongue.
“Open them eyes.” He gave an arrogant laugh before leaning over you, pushing himself deeper and flicking his tongue over the lobe of your ear.,
Your eyes opened, and you saw yourself flushed with sweat, mouth open, and him fucking the shit out of you. The scene erotic, beautiful, and shit you wanted it again and again. “Oh shit.” You mumbled.
“You think that fucking clown ass suit gone give you this?” He laughed as he slapped your ass again. “I thought not.” He guided you back on him, taking your hips in his hands, making sure you took every inch. He was greedy himself, watching your breast bounce in the reflection of the mirror, all while hearing you echo throughout the entire bathroom. It was music to his ears. Colson slowed his stroke momentarily, peppering, kissing down your shoulder blade before increased his pace once again, and your body jolted. You ground against him, urging him to cum and the pressure built. He panted against your back for a moment and then kissed your exposed skin. “Don’t go home with him.” He whispered, retrieving your panties from his pocket. Colson lowered himself to his knees and turned you around.
“You can’t tell me that.” You whispered.
“I’m asking.”
“Are you taking her home?”
“I can drop her ass off at her place right now.” He smiled, pointing. “Shit, you can ride shotgun.”
Good memories flooded of his snarky ass sense of humor and late nights. “You’re silly.”
Colson adjusted your dress and then stood in front of you, making sure your hair and lipstick was not smudged everywhere. “Drop Chandler off and come home.”
“Fucking hell mate,” Dom’s voice did not seem shocked. “This other chick is trying to kill me out here. Y/N?”
“Dude, will you get the fuck out of here… like now.”
“Fine. I’m leaving.”
“This was-,” You step away. “Uhm, I don’t know. I’ll call you okay?”
“Tonight?”
“Tomorrow.” You clarified. “Or the next day, just give me a damn minute to breathe?”
“Bet.” He sighed. “Should I go first… so it won’t seem suspect?”
“You’re a 6’4” guy leaving the women’s restroom, you’re busted.” You chuckled.
A/N: I through Dom (Yungblud) in there because I kinda love him just as much lol might right him too! Hope you enjoyed! Thank you! Please let me know what you think!
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Now All I See Is Color - chapter 30: don't know what to do
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In a world where soulmates exist, it's uncommon for most people to find theirs. A lot of them going their whole lives never experiencing the world in color because they've never met their soulmate. But that all changes for y/n when she becomes MSBY Jackals player, Miya Atsumu's assistant. They're about to experience the world in color together. But what does that mean for y/n when both her and Atsumu are in committed relationships?
Earlier you received a text from Semi asking if you wanted to sit with him during the game, which of course you did. He promised to save you a seat, so now you were trying to find him in the crowd of people.
You spot him, surrounded by what you assume to be some of his fangirls. He immediately notices you and motions for you to make your way over, excusing himself from the fangirls. "Semi!" He pulls you into a hug and you can't help but laugh. "How have you been kitten?" Pulling away you get a good look at him. "I'm good! And I really like your outfit Sem, the colors go well together."
"You can see colors y/n?" He questions. Shrugging, you turn to look down at the court with both teams warming up. "That's one of the things I want to discuss with you and Ushi tonight. So let's save it for then. 'Kay?" Not saying a word, the male just nods.
You get the feeling that you're being watched, so you look around for the culprit and your eyes land on none other than Atsumu. He gives you a small smile which you reciprocate. Trying your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach you turn your attention to Semi. "So what have you been up to?" You spend the rest of the time before the game distracting yourself from the feeling in your stomach by talking with the gray haired male beside you.
You sit in the stands with Semi, waiting for people to clear out and just killing time before you meet up with Ushijima. Your phone vibrates and you see a text from the male, telling you that he's done and waiting for you and Semi by the back exit.
"Come on Sem!" Grabbing his hand you lead him to the back exit. Passing by the restrooms you notice a group blocking your way. You can't help but let out a sigh. "What are you guys doing by the restrooms? And why are you all crowding Sho?"
Atsumu is the first to speak up. "They're ganging up on my wing spiker!" The look of confusion on your face prompts Sakusa to speak up. "Don't listen to Atsumu, they're just saying hi." Finally noticing you, Hoshiumi practically tackles you into a hug. "It's been so long since I've seen you in person y/n." He says while burying his face in your hair.
"Sorry Kou. I've been so busy." You say while reaching up to pat his head. Semi clears his throat beside you, reminding you of what you were supposed to be doing. "Oh yeah! Good game tonight guys! And it was nice seeing you Kou, but I have to get going. Text me?" And with that you excuse yourself and finally head to the exit.
You notice a figure leaning against the wall and you can't help but smile. You could recognize him anywhere, what with how he towers over everyone and just by the way he's built, definitely bigger than the others. "Y/n." He's the first to speak up. "Toshi." You say with a smile before pulling him into a hug. "We got distracted, that little shrimp was having his usual run in with everyone by the restrooms again."
"So what was it that you wanted to talk to us about y/n?" Semi questions as he shoves a spoonful of the curry into his mouth. "I feel like you're the only ones I can talk to about this. I can't go to Suna or my friends, I want an unbiased opinion because I really don't know what to do anymore." You notice that both men have stopped eating to give you your full attention.
Ushijima is the first to speak up. "What do you mean y/n?" Letting out a shaky breath, you decide to start from the beginning. "So I've met my soulmate. I can see colors now." You pause waiting for a reaction. "Holy shit! Really? What's it like? Wait. No. Who's your soulmate? What does Suna think about this? Are you going to leave Suna?" Semi fires out every thought that pops into his head, not bothering to filter any of it.
You bury your face in your hands. "I don't know what to do. My soulmate is Atsumu. And as of right now I have no intentions of breaking up with Rin but...I feel like the more time I spend with Atsumu the more I can picture myself with him." You feel someone rubbing soothing circles into your back, it's only then do you realize that you're crying. "It's okay. You don't have to make a decision right now sweetheart." Looking up you see Ushijima, his olive eyes staring back at you. There was something about his eyes, even before you could see color that almost always immediately comforted you.
"I'm scared. I'm scared that I'm going to hurt Rin. Or that I'm going to hurt Atsumu. I don't know if he remembers but one night he got drunk and told me that he's falling in love with me." It's Semi's turn to comfort you, thumbs swiping at the tears. "Kitten, it's normal to feel what you're feeling. You always put others before yourself, it's okay to be selfish sometimes, you know?"
Was it really okay to be selfish for once? "Well how do you feel about Atsumu? Just because you're soulmates doesn't mean you'll work out. You have to put in the effort like any other relationship." The olive haired male says. People always had the perception of Ushijima being a dumb jock but that was far from it. He just didn't like to talk if he didn't need to.
How do you feel about Atsumu? You've been so focused on his drunken confession that you never really got to focus on your feelings for him. "Sometimes he'll do something or say something meant just for me and I'll get butterflies. I enjoy the time we spend together. When he's hurting, I can't help but feel the same way. I don't think of being his assistant as a job because I like being able to be there for him. But I can't help but think what if I'm just thinking I feel this way because we're soulmates? What if I'm subconsciously trying to make things work because we are soulmates and not because I actually love him?"
"Well how do you feel about Suna?" Semi questions. You let out a sigh. You know your feelings for Suna. "Where do I even start? I love him. I love him so much. And I'm not saying this because I feel guilty or anything. I get excited to see his good morning texts, I look forward to our phone calls, I miss him whenever we're apart, I'm constantly thinking about him. I can see a future with him. That's why I can't help but feel guilty whenever I have these thoughts about Atsumu. They're both amazing, but I don't know what I should do. I don't want to hurt either of them."
"I think it would be best to let both of them know. They have a right to know what your feelings are for the both of them, because they're both part of it too." Although he was a man of few words, whenever Ushijima did speak, it was always exactly what you needed to hear even if you didn't want to. "You don't have to go at this alone, Suna and Atsumu are also there for you." The gray haired male gives you a quick pinch on the cheek. "And if you ever need to talk about it...we're here." He motions between himself and Ushijima. "Did you ever think of being in a relationship with both of them? I mean it worked out for the three of us."
You can't help but chuckle before playfully shoving Semi. "I think I want to be in a monogamous relationship now. It was exhausting having two boyfriends." You tease. But it was an interesting thought, could you really be with both of them? "But really, if you feel like you don't have anyone to talk to about this, we're here y/n." Ushijima broke you out of your thoughts and hearing him comforting you and telling you that you can rely on the both of them, that brought on a fresh set of tears. What did you do to deserve such amazing people in your life?
Bonus:
so i really had Semi joking about a poly relationship in the drafts before y'all suggested it. lol.
the google form is still up if you haven't answered it! i'll probably keep it up for a few days so everyone has a chance to answer it. ☺
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it's a crime that all the japan men's vball games are at 4:40am for me but will i be watching them? yes. 🥴
and have a fun weekend! stay safe & hydrated!
oh yeah sleepover is next chapter & it's pretty much a filler. but one of my faves idk.
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Smoking 🍃 w/ Your Boyfriend Fred Weasley...
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Prompt: Thought this was an interesting idea since I think we can all agree the Weasley Twins were def dealers lol
(I’m still on vacation I just had this one in my drafts so I finished it up)
Warning: mature, sexual, weed, smoking, swearing, probs more.
If mentions of drugs makes you uncomfortable or you just don’t like it, don’t read this please! as implied by the title, this is literally all about what smoking with Fred Weasley would include
- Okay lets face it
- Everyone and their owls know Fred and George Weasley were the best, most trusted, ‘flower’ dealers in Hogwarts 🍃🍃
- You knew this before you started dating Fred
- It just came as a bonus after getting together
- Fred and George are almost always a little high
- They sell carts, wax, edibles and flower
- Like they’ve got it all, and the best quality
- Their edibles are only for the brave; half the time you get an out of this world high, and other times, your skin is bright pink for a week from their trick
- Lee Jordan also helps them with sales, the three of them are by far the biggest stoners in your year- probably in the whole castle
- Seeing as most Slytherins’ did lines in the bathroom and in their dorms, Fred and George hardly sold to Slytherins
- Most of the money the twins make goes towards saving for their dream joke shop
- But Fred loves to buy you gifts when he has the chance
- Like flowers, a bracelet, butterbeer, candies, books, etc.
- He adores spoiling you
- Fred never makes you pay if you wanna pick up from him
- But he usually prefers you smoke with him or him and George
- “You’re just so adorable when you’re high, sweetheart, I don’t wanna miss a thing. Plus, I’m scared you’ll tweak like a minx if you’re alone.”
- Munchies galore
- You guys will smoke late at night in their dorm with Lee
- George is the designated snack man and will sneak into the kitchen before your smoke session
- Lee shoves towels under the door and closes the vents
- You would probably be the one enchanting the room so the smell doesn’t get out, but Fred really couldn’t care if anyone smelled it
- You’ll usually smoke out the window, then trudge over to Fred’s bed and plop onto of him
- “Jeeze, I think someone took one too many hits.”
- Fred, George, and Lee will mess around, laughing loudly as they pass a blunt amongst the group
- If it’s your first few times smoking, you’d probably just sit in Fred’s lap on the ground, staring off at the floor
- Fred loves to tease you when you’re high
- “Earth to Y/n- come back to us please.”
- “Lovie, you’re eyes, they’re bloodshot as hell!”
- Lots of kisses
- You guys don’t make out too much after smoking as it’s nearly impossible for the both of you
- Dry mouth is a bitch
- Fred is vvv handsy when high
- Like he needs to be touching your skin somehow
- Whether he places you on his lap with his arms around you
- Or laying together in his bed
- Or holding hands on your walk back to the castle after smoking in the forest
- Likes to pinch your butt when you’re walking up the stairs
- He doesn’t really like when you’re high in public
- He can tell when you’re nervous and start getting fidgety, so he’ll ask you to go on a walk with him to calm you down
“Angel, let’s go to the lake, yeah? Think you could use some fresh air, love.”
- Fred will help you if you’re using a bong
- “Here, love, just breathe it in until I tell you to stop and I’ll lift the top.”
- COUGHING IN A SIN IN THEIR DORM
- Whoever coughs first is labeled as a ‘little bitch’ according to George
- Fred scolds Lee and George when they try to make fun of you for coughing
- Like will murder them with his eyes and slap ts out of George’s arm
- “Leave her alone… you know she doesn’t smoke as much as us… it’s completely normal, darling.”
“Merlin’s sake, Fred. We’re just teasing her, mate. I think you could use the hit next him, maybe it’ll calm your hormones.”
- George and you will have heated life debates
- “No, George! Dinosaurs were here before people!”
“That is not true, Y/n. Humans ruled the earth before those vicious stompers came roaming about. The dinosaurs- or should I say dinomurders- they killed all of humanity! They stomped on them, trapped the kids in those jeeps trying to eat them and ruined the kid’s fun and made destroyed the theme park-“
“George… that’s Jurassic Parks. It’s a fucking movie, you git.”
- Fred likes to wrap his Gryffindor tie around your head and putting his sweaters over you
“Aw, you look so cute, darling. I love seeing you in my clothes but my favorite thing is seeing you with nothing on at all.”
“Fred! You can’t say that in front of George and Lee-“
“Oh believe me, Y/n. We sleep only feet away from you two- we’ve heard a lot worse. A lot worse.”
- You guys will just lay around laughing for most of the night
- You favorite times were when Fred and George would start talking about their childhood and sharing hilarious stories
- George likes to mess with Fred when he’s high
- For example
- He’ll throw his arm around you and lazily lean into your side
- Fred would watch closely from only a few feet away
- George would then whisper into your ear, causing giggles to erupt from your chest
- Which makes Fred jerk in annoyance
- The weed didn’t help control his jealous- it magnified it if anything
- Typically, he wouldn’t care since he knew George and you were extremely close friends
- But Fred always got a little more… horny and possessive when the weed hit his bloodstream
- Fred would pout until you noticed him and would comfort him
- “Freddie, what’s wrong, bubba? You look so sad, aww.”
- His jealously would diminish the second you moved away from George to his side
- He loves when you hold his hand
- Your favorite thing to do when high is play with his red, vibrant hair or when he would stroke and pet yours
- Fred likes to attempt a braid in your hair
- But he just ends up twisting two strands of hair in a coil then wrapped your black hair tie at the end
- The gleeful, proud look on his face afterwards melted your heart so much you couldn’t tell him he failed miserably at a braid
- You guys will place bets on who will slump first
- It’s usually you or George
- Fred and Lee will stay up until morning talking about life, school, quidditch, life goals, and anything else
- Nights that you did get high with Fred in his dorm, he’d always insist that you sleep in his bed
- He didn’t like taking the risk of you walking alone to your dorm room and risk getting caught
- The last thing he wanted was you in trouble when he could’ve prevented it
- You guys like to sneak into the kitchen after hours and make edibles together
- Preferably marshmallow bar edibles or cookies
- You liked to bring things with you for your smoke sessions with the twins
- Like coloring books
- A blanket, since Fred only sleeps with two which just seems criminal
- A water bottle !!! this is a must
- And some vanilla cherry Chapstick, Fred’s favorite
- Fred’s favorite spot to smoke in along the Black Lake at night
- Coming here with Fred will usually end with the both of you swimming in the lake
- Whether it’s because he pushed you, you pushed him, or it was decided in the moment mutually that midnight was the perfect time for a swim
- You liked smoking out by the lake as it was relaxing and fun with Fred
- But you much preferred his dorm- it was the safest option by far
- Fred loves getting high alone with you
- Typically in his room as your roommates didn’t want people constantly in and out of the room as where Fred, George, and Lee were used to it
- They made a handful of sales from their dorm room
- Like a sinful amount
- It was by far the easiest way
- Fred would light some candles before you arrived
- A variety of sweets and snacks were sprawled against his bed
- And warm fuzzy socks laid out for you
- He’d pack the bowl, then open the window
- A blanket was thrown across the ledge so you could sit more comfortably
- “What a gentleman!”
- After smoking, Fred would carry you back to his bed
- Most nights, you guys would just cuddle and whisper to each other
- Fred never misses an opportunity to kiss you
- On your lips
- Forehead
- Cheek
- Nose
- Neck (which will usually lead to something else with this boy)
- Anywhere
- Continuously giggling all night
- Fred and you share your high thoughts
- “But, just hear me out here. Is there another word for synonym?”
- “Babe, who do you think came up with the alphabet? And how the fuck did they put the alphabet shit in alphabetical order.”
“Darling, I am way too baked to even remember what fucking goes in an alphabet.”
- High sex
- Fred makes you feel so comfortable
- Compliments you profusely
- Lot of laughing
- He lovesssss going down on you when you’re both baked
- Cause you make the cutest little noises, euphoria taking over your sense
- He can stay down there for hours just basking in your sweet moans
- Favorite is missionary so he can see every reaction gracing your face
- Is only brave enough to try new sex adventures when he’s either high or drunk
- Discovers that you both very much so enjoy his hand wrapped around your neck as he thrusts into you
- And when you get on top
- His touchy side comes out the most in these moments
- Sloppy sex
- But still vvvv fulfilling and pleasurable
- He’ll whisper in your ear as his pace quickens
- “You look so beautiful, sweetheart. So pure but so dirty just for me.”
- “Merlin, you’re bloody breathtaking with my fingers in your mouth, angel.”
- “Freddie, you feel so good.”
- You both finish within a matter of minutes, never lasting long when in this state
- “…That was the best sex I’ve ever had, ever.”
“Fred, lovie, you say that every time we have sex.”
“Cause it just keeps getting better and better!”
- Cuddling for the rest of the night
- Always making sure you’re dressed before George or Lee turn in for the night
- Fred would fall asleep first when it was just the two of you
- He talks in his sleep, nearly every hour he’d mutter something
- In an odd way, you found it comforting
- Especially when it’s your name he’s mumbling
- Falling asleep in Fred’s arms
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20 and 59 for the mashup au prompts. Any pairing that strikes your fancy :)
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Describe how I’ll combine them: Co-teachers to lovers via secret admirer shenanigans.
“And don’t forget, project drafts are due next Thursday.”
So far, so good, Lena thinks as she gathers up her belongings and heads out the door of her first class of the day. She likes it here in Midvale. It’s a lot slower, a lot quieter, a lot--
Force, mass, velocity, something bumps into her hard.
“Oh shoot! I am so sorry. Here…”
The woman who apparently was the thing that bumped into her bends down and picks her things up off the floor.
Lena is, of course, properly miffed and halfway to a firm scolding until the woman straightens up again and Lena forgets how talking works for a moment.
Her hair is flowing in golden locks and the bluest eyes she had ever seen are looking at her from behind dark-rimmed glasses.
“Wait, you’re the new girl, right? Lena from Metropolis?”
“Yes,” Lena clears her throat. “Yes, that’s me.”
“Sorry about that,” the woman says nervously. “Let me make it up to you. Lunch in the hall at lunchtime?”
Lena should say no. She’s not here to make friends. But the blonde is cute and her shoulders are...nice. So…
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
The blonde gives her a thumbs up and turns to leave, but quickly turns around and jogs back to where Lena is standing mutely.
“It’s Kara, by the way.” She extends a hand towards Lena in introduction. “Kara Danvers. I teach English.”
Ao3
Kara Danvers takes it upon herself to be Lena from Metropolis’ first ever official work friend.
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Lena loses a fight with the coffee maker. She’d been having a bad day already, see. Her mother had called this morning, so naturally, by the time the damn machine stopped working, she was on the brink of tears.
“Hey there, is everything alright?” Kara asks cautiously as she walks into the break area.
“Everything is fucking dandy, thanks.” Lena growls, angrily swiping a hand at her eyes.
“Whoa, okay… You know, Noonan’s is right over there and your next class isn’t til 3, we could--”
“How did you know that?”
Kara casually points to the schedule on the board behind her.
Lena only growls again.
“Okay, you’re really wound up. Come on, a walk could do you some good.”
Kara learns that Lena is here as a middle school science teacher because she wants to prove something to her mother. And the pressure is getting to her.
“Sometimes you don't have to do amazing, just have to do your best.” Kara says reasonably. “Look, you're great and your students love you. So don't worry about what your mother says. Judge your work by the proper standard or... something.”
Lena chuckles at that. Kara was probably right.
"Thank you. I… I really needed that."
Kara nods sagely and continues to sip at her iced coffee. "What are friends for?"
-
The note is simple and plain and handwritten and she has absolutely no idea what it means. Or who it’s from, for that matter.
It’s, well... It’s notes. The note contains notes. That much she can suppose from the five lines and the G-clef and the black dots staring back at her. She looks around for anyone who might have left it there by accident, but she’s alone in the faculty room. What’s more, the note is wedged between the pages of her lesson plan for today, the only thing currently lying on her desk. Frowning, she looks back down at the small piece of paper and shoves it into one of her drawers. She’ll decide what to do with it later.
-
The note notes are piling up now and she thinks this might be something worth investigating. She'd gotten three more over the last week, each with the same handwriting and the same paper, but the notes on the staff (she does know some things) seemed to be different every time. She lines them up in order of the dates she got them and squints intensely at them, daring the offending dots to tell her what the hell is going on.
-
Kara's eyes widen in horror when she walks into the faculty room and sees Lena glaring at the notes.
Her notes.
She quickly makes to get out again but Lena's already seen her.
"Kara, hey!"
Shit.
"Hi, what's up?" the blonde responds, her voice suddenly pitchy.
"Can you help me figure this out?" She scoots over as Kara leans into her space and over her desk.
"Oh, they're notes," Kara tries nonchalantly.
"I can see that," Lena deadpans. "Notes to what?"
"Ehm, well this is a G, and this is a D… That's an E minor… It's a song."
Lena fights the urge to dramatically roll her eyes. "Do you know what song it is?"
Dammit, this is wonderful.
"It could be any song, Lena."
She's still trying to dodge it but Lena is adamant. And Kara doesn't want to lie, but she doesn't want to be found out, either.
"Uh... I could play it and maybe we can figure it out?"
"Okay, let's try that."
-
The music room is empty, much to Kara's eternal chagrin, so she and Lena walk up to the piano and she starts to play the notes that Lena holds up in front of her.
"It's Elvis," Kara says simply.
Lena soon recognizes the tune and starts to hum along with the keys. Just then, Kara slowly looks up from her seat and is mesmerized by the sight: the light is hitting Lena's face just so, illuminating the lines of her jaw, the curve of her lips, the dark red of her hair. She wishes she could stay in this moment forever. And if Lena were paying attention, she would notice that Kara wasn't even looking at the notes anymore. She was playing by heart.
"Oh, that's sweet," Lena whispers when the tune is done. "And you never told me you could play."
"My dad taught me the basics. The rest I figured out myself," Kara says quietly.
"Aren't you full of surprises?"
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"It might be Mike, you know, that guy from the marching band? He is objectively good looking."
"He chews with his mouth open."
"Ooh, could it be Jack from phys ed?" He walks around with a guitar most Fridays."
"Lena, Jack is so gay for the bar owner and you know it."
"Well, who could it be?"
Me, Kara wants to say. But she doesn't. She doesn't want to make things weird.
They're sitting on the bleachers during the afternoon break, Lena leaning into her side munching on the donuts Kara had gotten for them. It wasn't hard for them to fall into this sort of easy companionship. Kara was open and friendly, and Lena, once her walls had gone down, was sharp and fascinating. And Kara fears that the feelings she's developed might ruin whatever this was that they had. So instead of being honest with herself, she just shrugs and bites sullenly into her own donut.
"It could be anyone."
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People are starting to notice how often they are together, start talking about how cute they look next to each other. And so people waste no time in throwing them into each other's paths, especially since prom is three days away.
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“Come ON, Lena!” Kara yells as she grabs Lena’s hand and drags her to the dance floor. Lena tries her best until she isn’t so much trying as she is struggling to keep up with Kara, who seems to have only got more hyper as the night wore on. But the joy on her face is infectious, and honestly, if she got to see this every day, Lena wouldn’t mind.
The song ends and the band’s vocalist approaches the mic.
"Hey, hey, everybody, y’all having a good time?”
The crowd whoops in affirmation.
“Alright! Well I think it’s about the proper hour, so we’re gonna slow things down a bit starting with a classic.”
The opening strains of a piano-driven ballad fill the air, and Kara politely extends a hand towards Lena.
Lena accepts.
Wise men say only fools rush in / But I can’t help falling in love with you
The world around them dissolves as they sway together, Kara’s hand gentle against the small of Lena’s back, Lena’s arm reaching up behind Kara’s shoulder.
“It’s Elvis,” Kara whispers against her hair.
“It was you,” Lena chuckles in response.
“You knew?” Kara says as she draws back to look at her.
“No. But I was kinda hoping.” She smiles warmly and Kara has never seen anything more beautiful in her life.
“You’re not mad?”
“Darling, why would I be mad?” Lena lifts her hand to brush it across Kara’s cheek. “You had me at Oh Shoot."
Kara laughs as she ducks her head in embarrassment and Lena cannot help but join her.
"I'd really like to kiss you right now."
"Please do."
#Full disclosure i have zero experience with teacher AUs#Like i was legit scared when this landed in my inbox#But i had fun doing this and it was a good brain stretch#so thank you spicycheeser for the challenge and i hope this was to your liking#i went with sc bcs why not#20 teacher au#59 interrupted declaration of love#RBmicrofics#writing tag#word count#1476#supercorp#kara danvers#lena luthor#supergirl
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