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xhoneygirlxx · 7 months

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Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince

Steve Harrington x Reader

summary: The cheerleading and boy's basketball coaches are the talk of Hawkins High. When they can't seem to put two and two together, the students have to take matter into their own hands to get the pair together.

warnings: fluff. Steve and reader are both in their 20s. gender/body size/ethnicity are not discussed (the name of the fic was simply picked based off of one line). a little cameo from our favorite metal head. a bit sappy but who cares. idiots in love. we stan the students in this fic, they were doin god's work frfr. also modern au! spelling errors/shitty writing, i'm sick so forgive me for any mistakes lmao.

*if i miss anything please let me know*

a/n: As we all know, today would have been the last day of Honey's birthday bash. That was the plan my friends but bc of party festivities, hangovers, and now a bad cold, we are now behind on schedule. Thank you all for hanging in there with me :) I hope you all enjoy this, love you bunches!

The whole school is rolling fake dice.

Whispers traveled through the echo chamber hallways, bets being placed with the shaking of hands, and gossip being passed back and forth in the lunchroom like a breadbasket at dinner. All anyone could talk about was the two coaches that were blind to their own attraction to one another.

Unbeknownst to you and Steve, you guys were in the middle of a storm of circulating rumors since the beginning of the season. From the moment you two met all hell broke loose, a wildfire spreading through the classrooms of the school.

Everyone could see how much you liked each other, it was so clear like the scoreboard that shined brightly in the gym, except for you. The perfect love story, the cheerleader and jock, it was bound to happen sooner or later.

It started as a game between the cheerleaders and the basketball players, betting on who would break first and finally make it official. Soon it became a game amongst the rest of the student body, all of them biting at their nails and crossing their fingers in the hope that one of you would crack.

To everyone's disappointment, neither of you ever did. It was exhausting watching the two of you dance around your clear feelings for one another. The two of you tried to play it cool, act like any of the accusations were just that, accusations. But it was there, bright as day, on display for the whole world to see.

It was in the way your eyes would find each other's in a crowded room, feather light touches that would linger for way too long, shy smiles and rosy cheeks. The way you talked to one another was anything but two people who worked together. It was teasing, flirty, and breathless any time you talked.

There was a big wager for this whole thing, which team would win the biggest check and which one would have to fork over all the money. The cheerleaders and half of the school had their money on Steve, his reputation as a ladies man helping them with their decision. The basketball team and the other half of the school bet on you, knowing you were more outspoken then he is.

Now it's been months since the bets were placed but neither of you finally crossed over the line from friends to lovers. So the cheerleaders did what they do best, they rallied everyone on their side, made a plan that would guarantee their win.

Winter formal was only a week away, both of you were sure to chaperone without a date. So the cheerleaders got to work, making sure their plan would be executed flawlessly.

Phase #1: Plant the seeds

Two loud knocks against the heavy wood door of Steve's office bring him out of his computer screen. Shouting a come in, he's met with the sight of the student council president, Lauren McPhee who holds a white paper.

"Sorry to bother you but I need this form filled out for the dance next week!" She's too chipper for a Monday morning, smiling brightly like the sun that hangs in the cold December sky.

"Oh yeah, let me just get a pen." Wheeling back on his desk chair, Steve begins to pat his shirt while looking around at his cluttered desk for the writing instrument.

Once he snatches the ballpoint pen from under the stack of papers, Steve grabs the flimsy sheet from Lauren's hand and scribbles down his signature on every empty line.

"Alrighty, there you go." With a tight lipped smile, he hands it back to the nice girl.

Steve watches as her eyes flit over the paper, flipping it front to back to make sure everything is filled out properly. When her features twist in confusion he can't help but wonder why.

"Everything look good?" He questions and she shakes her head while still reading over the curled letters of his name.

"Y-yeah, it's just," pulling her lip between her teeth, Lauren begins to chew on it anxiously, "the section for your date has been left blank. Excuse me if I'm crossing a line here, coach, but you're not bringing a date?"

Her voice is sympathetic, lips pulled into a deep from and her eyes sparkling with pity as she looks at the older man. Steve isn't sure why she seems so upset about him going alone or why it would be a problem, but when she looks at him like a dog that's been kicked he feels the need to answer.

"Oh, well I don't really have anyone to take. Plus it's more important for me to be paying attention to the punch bowl to make sure no asshole- I mean jerk, spikes it." With a forced laugh, he waits to see if his answer is enough to suffice the girl's curiosity.

"O-oh that makes sense I guess, I just though maybe you and the cheerleading coach would go together. You know cause they're also going alone and from what they told me, they never been to their winter formal before." Shrugging, the girl moves her sights from him back to the paper.

"They told you that?" Steve's answer is met with a hesitant nod from the girl. "I-I didn't know that." He breathes.

"At least they'll finally be able to go, right?" Again she shrugs, pulling a folder from her bag to put the paper away.

"Wait!" It comes out louder than he expected, cringing slightly at his volume. "Can I hold onto that and then had it in later?"

"Sure! I'll be back on Wednesday." A sunny smile shines at him, the white paper being passed back to him. "See you then, coach."

Waving him goodbye, Lauren shuts the door behind her where the cheerleaders wait for her. With a singular thumbs up, they begin to jump with joy only for a moment before moving on to phase two.

Phase #2: Destroy the band room

Now destruction of school property was not something any student was willing to get written up for, but with the help of an adult maybe they wouldn't have to.

Mr. Munson was the band instructor and drama teacher, as well as Steve Harrington's right hand man. Before he was an educator, Eddie Munson menaced these halls for many years. Before getting his act together and after he quit selling weed to the students in the woods, he worked as an apprentice for a while, following a plumber around for months while he went to college for education.

"Mr. Munson come on, don't you want to see your bestie finally get a happy ending?" Karissa Thomas batted her eyelashes at him as she begged for his help.

"I don't know guys, I could get into a lot of trouble." Rubbing his forehead, Eddie sighs as he weighs out his options in his head.

"Think of it this way, you can finally give principle Higgins the finger. At least metaphorically." Anthony Whitmer adds.

"Plus, we'll give you some of the profits." Mark, another band kid pleads from the group.

Eddie leans against his desk wide eyed, smirking slightly at his band students. Who knew they would be so devious.

"Fuck it, I'm in." The group before him shout in victory while Eddie laughs devilishly. Somethings never changes, he thinks.

So this morning when he arrived at school, Eddie made sure that no one was around when he began fucking with the pipes. After about twenty minutes and sore upper arms, he finally succeeds by springing a leak.

When he reported the leak to principle Higgins, he was met with a side eye before getting the approval of the gym slot after school, which meant you and your team would be forced to share with Harrington and his team until it got fixed.

Phase #3: Offer planning services to coach Harrington

Now to bring this whole plan together, cheer captains Dan Morrison and Amber Hall needed to be in the same place at the same time as Steve Harrington. The only problem was his office and where he usually occupied the most was the east wing of the school. The east wing was the closest to his office and it was the least traveled hallways out of the whole school.

That meant they needed to make it look like they were that way for a reason. Luckily for them, the art room was also in the east wing, so they would make it look like they were grabbing poster boards for last minute winter formal posters.

Lunch time was the best time to put this into motion, so the minute the 11:50 bell rang, Dan and Amber sprinted to the east wing in the hopes they would catch him.

After rummaging around for glitter, markers, and poster boards, the two waited at the door, peaking over the frame in the hopes to catch the older man. When the door of his office opened, the two seniors began to walk out of the room talking about random things to not make it look so obvious.

In the hopes of sparking a conversation with him, Amber dropped the container of markers causing colorful pens to fall all over the hard floor.

"Amber, I told you not to drop them!" Dan laughs, putting the white posters to the floor in order to pick up the rolling markers.

"You made me laugh!" The girl argues back, laughing loudly as she crouches to help.

"I didn't even do anything." He replies, making the girl laugh even harder at his comment.

The echo of Steve's heavy footsteps could be heard by both teenagers, but they ignore it so he wouldn't catch on.

"You guys cool?" Steve asks, crouching down to help pick up what fell.

"H-hi coach," Amber greets, catching her breath from her heavy laughter, "We're okay, Dan just made me drop these."

The boy in question huffs and rolls his eyes playfully, continuing his actions of gathering the rest of what's on the floor.

"So what are you guys doing with all this, anyway?" Steve asks, pushing off on his knees to stand.

"Oh, just last minute posters for the dance." Dan says nonchalantly as he gathers his pile of supplies.

"You're going, right?" The young girl asks and Steve responds with a small sigh, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah I'll be there." Nodding his head, the man places his hands on his hips looking at the two kids in front of him.

"That's fun! Are you bringing a date?" Amber wiggles her eyebrows.

Shoving her playfully, Dan looks at her with a gasp. "Oh my gosh, Amber you can't just ask that. Sorry, coach." Doing his best to look sympathetic, Dan offers his best smile to the older man.

"It's okay, Dan," Steve places a hand out, looking at the brown haired boy, "Actually, I was wondering if you guys could help me with that."

"Sure!" The cheerleaders agree in unison.

"Let's talk about this in my office." Pointing a thumb to the end of the hall, spinning of the ball of his foot to lead the way.

Steve defiantly doesn't see how bright both of the teen's smiles are from where they walk behind him and he surely doesn't see them giving each other a high five.

Phase #4: Get you to go to the parking lot before practice

This phase was probably the hardest of them all. You were very keen on punctuality, always the first to be at the building to make sure everything was set up. Now that you'd be sharing the gym with the basketball team, you were more than likely to be there a whole lot earlier than usual.

Now this is where the most important players come in, Lauren Hernandez and Simon Carter. The two freshmen were bright stars at Hawkins High, the leading members of the mathletes and very trust worthy students.

When this whole plan started it was known that they'd need someone who was convincing to divert your attention, so the two meek students volunteered without a second thought. The amount of money they'd win if coach Harrington made the first move was way more important than credibility at this point.

When they spotted you coming through the outside gym door, the two kids began to put on their show. Rushing through the two gymnasium doors, Lauren and Simon pant acting as if they ran a mile.

"C-coah, we need-" Simon bends over, bracing his hands on his knees while breathing heavily, "We need your help!"

You immediately drop your bags, sprinting over to the two youths. Worry is written all over your face, eyes immediately checking for any visible injuries on them.

"I-is everything okay? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Placing a hand on your chest, you wait for them to catch their breath.

"There's a fight outside. Max Newman and Devon Lewis are fighting in the parking lot." Lauren rushes out, eyes wide and glassy under the gym lights.

You're more than shocked at the news, the two boys have been great friends the whole time you've coached them. In a flash, you urge both kids to get coach Harrington from his office while you break up the fight.

What you don't know is neither Simon or Lauren have to get him, waiting until the slam of the heavy gym door both run after you to make sure they don't miss a single moment.

Rushing through the entrance doors, the cold winter chill instantly hits you but you don't pay too much attention to it when there isn't a fight happening.

When you walk outside, you see your team of cheerleaders lined up on both sides of the steps, a red rose in each hand. As you walk, they hand them to you, bright smiles on each of their faces when they do.

You can't speak with the amount of confusion that runs through your brain. Even though you want to ask them what all of this is about, you just let your feet carry you out into the parking lot.

You jump slightly when you hear Wildest Dreams being play, the only difference is the band kids stand off to the side with their instruments. Giggling slightly, you imagine Eddie Munson teaching his kids a Taylor Swift song but Bridgerton style.

With a bundle of roses in hand, you continue out into the snow covered parking lot. Under the street lights you see him standing with his hands in his pockets. Behind him stands some of the drama kids, holding big white posters. Taking a moment to read the blue and silver lettering, you gasp when it finally hits you.

F O R M A L ?

Tears prick your eyes and not just because of the cold winter wind. The thought and dedication that went into this must've taken so much (more than both of you even realize), you're heart beaming with the thought of Steve putting this together.

"So what do you say, coach? Will you do me the honors of being my date to the dance?" Steve's cheeks are red and his teeth glimmer under the florescent lights.

You can't help but let more tears fall, all of the pining and wishing finally coming true under the darken sky, right where the two of you first met. It feels too good too be true, a real life fairytale happening in real time.

"Of course I will." It comes out loud enough for only him to hear, the two of you looking at each other in adoration.

In a split moment, Steve's strong hands pull you in and wrap you in the tightest hug, something you dreamt of all this time. Even in the cold temperatures, his body heat, his touch holds the heat of a thousand suns.

The roaring cheer of all of those around you, besides the band who continue to play, fills the open air. You and Steve are so wrapped up in each other you don't even notice the flash of the camera, Andrew Johnson of the yearbook committee getting multiple shots of the whole thing.

Pulling back enough to look at one another, you smile brightly up at him. Steve looks so pretty like this, cherry nose, snow flurries collecting in his eyelashes and hair, and a smile so sweet it could rot your teeth.

"I can't believe you did all of this." You say with a laugh, shaking your head in amazement.

Chuckling slightly, he looks down bashfully at you. "Yeah well, I had some help." The two of your look all around the parking lot where multiple students stand, all from different clubs, groups, and social brackets beam and cheer for the two of you.

The two of you turn back to one another, gooey looks on both of your faces and love filling your eyes. "Who would've thought." You say breathlessly and he agrees.

"Can I kiss you?" It's breathless and hopeful when Steve says it, and you're answer is just as breathless.

Connecting his lips to yours felt like two puzzle pieces fitting together, it's feels like home, and it feels right. Like a snow globe, you and Steve are frozen for just a moment under the December snow.

I hope you all enjoy! Love you all <3

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sweetestdesire · 11 months

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MR. IRRESISTIBLE — P.4

WARNINGS: hair pulling, extreme domination, mentions of alcohol consumption, etc. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): Frat boy!Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which Rafe Cameron invites Fem!Reader to the latest fraternity party.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I hope you angels enjoy part 4 of Mr. Irresistible! You can find the series masterlist here.

It was Thursday afternoon and Y/N was volunteering at the animal shelter. She’d been there two hours already, having already cleaned out a couple kennels and helped out with a few adoptions. She loved the look on little kids' faces as she walked out with their newest friend, feeling a sense of happiness when she handed the leash over. As the day slowed, she was back in the large cages, working on one for her favorite pets in this whole place.

"That's a good girl." Y/N said as she pet Beau, feeling her soft fur on her fingers. Even as old as she was, the dog was beautiful.

Part of joining PAWS meant taking some time out each month to volunteer, so she picked today, knowing that Rafe had similar engagements with Pi Kappa Phi. The two of them had developed this nice routine over the past two weeks with each of them making a conscious effort to the other. Rafe continued his playful, yet heartwarming sweet gestures.

Y/N pushed herself to put in more of an effort, though it came quite easily seeing how Rafe rewarded her every time they were together. She didn't know what to call them just yet, not sure if Rafe even believed in being someone's boyfriend. Somehow she pictured Rafe laughing at the thought and making some comment that they weren't in high school anymore.

Still, Y/N knew that beyond what Rafe thought, they clearly weren't just hooking up. She loved the smile that washed over Rafe’s face whenever she walked into the room, and clearly loved all the attention he gave her when they were alone. They were something more, she just didn't know what.

"Figures that I'd catch you with some bitch." Rafe teased as he walked into the large kennel, wearing a bright Pi Kappa t-shirt and hanging his sunglasses just over the neckline.

Beau barked at the stranger and ran over, lowering her head for the petting she was due. Rafe eagerly ran his fingers through the pure hair as Y/N came over.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had some Pi Kappa thing."

"I do.” Rafe said, with that handsome smile. "The chapter said we had to volunteer today, so I chose to do my hours here." He pulled off his shades and hooked them on the collar of his shirt.

"How come you didn't say anything?" Y/N asked as she joined in on the petting. "We just talked last night."

Rafe winked. "And miss that cute face you made when I walked in?" Y/N blushed a bit, still not used to the cocky boy getting all sappy. "Come here." He said as he moved his fingers back and forth.

Rafe pulled Y/N into a short, but strong kiss. It'd been over a day since he'd tasted her sweet lips. He pulled away after a few seconds, resting his forehead against hers.

"I missed you." Y/N admitted as she bore into the boy's deep blue eyes.

Rafe gave her a wink, replying, "I missed you, too. Sorry this week's been super crazy. We’re busy doing all these activities for the new pledges."

"No, it's totally fine." Y/N replied, knowing that any bit of free time he had went to her. "Really." She said, putting her hand on Rafe’s wrist.

"You're cute." Rafe said as Beau barked, reminding them they weren't alone.

They got to their feet as Y/N walked Rafe through the rest of the tasks. Rafe came back from the supply closet a few minutes later, lugging around a large bag of dog food as they ripped it open and started to fill each bowl. Later, they filled all of the water bowls and tidied up the shelves with toys and leashes.

"Come to the Pi Kappa party with me tomorrow." Rafe proposed.

Y/N chuckled. "Why, so you can corner me in the living room again?"

"Come on, you refuse to even step foot there every time I offer." Rafe said as he poked at the girl’s side. "Besides, every dude there is gonna be hitting on some chick, trying to get laid." He pouted. "Seeing as I won't be doing that, it'd be nice to hang out." He teased, poking at her side again.

Y/N was about to protest again, not wanting to subject herself to another awkward night. Sure, Rafe would be there, but when he wasn't, she would be left standing in the corner of a crowded room just waiting to leave. She looked back at Rafe.

"Okay, fine. I'll go." Y/N relented, hoping that a night spent with the frat boy would make up for any situation they could get into.

Rafe smiled wide, treating the girl to that infectious grin that instantly made her happy. "Just come to the house around 10 and tell them I invited you." He winked. "I promise you'll have a good time."

Y/N nodded before Rafe pulled her close, planting a soft kiss on her lips that only the dogs could see.

Friday rolled around and Y/N was walking through the small streets, on her way to the Pi Kappa Phi house. It felt like she was walking into a reaping, echoing the words that Rafe told her the last time she was here.

The Pi Kappa house wasn't hard to find. That first night, she barely paid attention as Topper led the way, insisting on getting shitfaced after a week of freshmen activities. This time, Y/N simply followed the sound of music that whistled through the neighborhood.

As she walked towards the large house, she noticed a pair of tall guys waiting out by the door, seemingly talking to everyone who walked through. Y/N didn't remember having to talk her way through the door that first time, likely because she was so fresh-faced and willing to do whatever Topper said in order to not have a shitty night. She walked up to the pair of Kappa bro's, who'd paused their conversation to turn to the girl.

"Hey, gorgeous, do you know someone here?" One of them asked politely as the other took a sip of his cup.

"Yeah.” Y/N said casually. “Rafe Cameron invited me."

The two exchanged a glance as they stepped aside. The serious looks between them turned to kind smiles as one motioned towards the back of the house. It was almost as if Rafe Cameron was some magic phrase that could get her whatever she wanted around here. She only slightly rolled her eyes at the influence the boy had.

"Drinks are in the kitchen. Just don't get shit faced or break anything and you'll be good. If you puke, you'll be asked to leave.” He warned.

Y/N nodded as she walked in to see the same scene as the other night a few weeks ago — blurry bodies of people dancing away to the latest top forty remix with scattered red solo cups like buoys floating in the ocean. She walked towards the middle of the room, feeling it start to close on her like a sea of faces waiting to sweep her up with the tides.

"You made it!" Rafe said with a drink in his hand as he emerged from a hallway just off the kitchen.

Rafe was clad in his best frat boy impression: an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt with either pineapples or palm trees, Y/N couldn't really tell. A pair of khaki shorts and some Vans that looked like they'd already been subject to a few spills had finished off the look.

Probably the most noticeable thing the frat boy was wearing was the wide smile plastered on his face, exposing at least twelve perfectly white teeth. He pulled Y/N into his arms as they weaved through the crowd to a spot far less noisy.

"I told you I'd come, so here I am." Y/N said with a smile. She caught him eyeing her up and down, practically fucking her with his pair of eyes.

Rafe leaned in close, giving her a whiff of his cologne and only the faintest scent of beer. "You look beautiful, Y/N." He said.

Y/N did the same, taking in the get-up. "And you look like you're on vacation." She teased, "All that's missing is a little umbrella for your drink."

The frat boy chuckled. "It's Hawaii night.” He said, pointing towards the other frat boys dressed up in bright colors with floral prints and shell necklaces. "Our Events Coordinator forces us to pick a theme for every big party and most of the stuff were on clearance at the supply store."

In walking in, Y/N had missed the scattered tiki torches outside and inflatable palm trees, as well as the various fruit that'd been cut up and used to hold mixed drinks.

“Now, let's get you caught up to me. You're far less annoying when you've had a drink."

Y/N ignored his teasing, focusing only on the touch of Rafe’s hand as it encircled her wrist and dragged her to the bar.

"Chase!" Rafe said, as a shorter guy turned around the bar. "Mix my friend here a drink, would ya?" He asked, pressing their fists together.

"Coming right up, bro." Chase replied as he turned back and grabbed a bunch of half empty bottles.

"Chase’s parents own a bar, so he loves to play bartender here and try his hand at mixing."

"That's awesome!" Y/N said as she watched the man get to work.

Chase nodded as he turned back with a drink in hand. "It helps that these college kids don't know their whiskey from their rum. You could give them a cup of Svedka from a plastic bottle and they'd be happy.”

Y/N giggled and thanked him for the drink as Rafe led them off to a quieter corner that wasn't blaring music. She took a sip, giving an audible moan as it went down. "Oh, my God, that's really good. You can barely taste how strong it is."

She handed it to Rafe who gave a similar reaction as he licked his lips. He leaned in close, hanging his lips a few inches from the girl’s ear. "You look good tonight, Y/N."

"You’ve told me that already."

Rafe peered down at the freshmen. "It needed repeating.” He insisted as he leaned in closer.

Y/N felt her lips quiver, looking back at the boy who didn't hide how into her he was. If Rafe wanted to take her away right now, she'd do so without question.

Rafe sighed as he looked around the still crowded room. He gestured towards a group of brothers sitting by the couch. "Why don't we go introduce you around?"

"Yeah, let's do it." Y/N said, bringing a smile to her face.

Rafe walked them over to a group of PI Kaps who were huddled around a legitimate beer pong table complete with markings of where each cup was to be placed. Rafe slipped in easily, blending in with the other tall, muscular guys.

“Bros, this is my friend, Y/N." He said as she came into view and sat down just beside him.

A slew of "What's up's" came her way, met with some nodding glances and a sea of perfect smiles. Really, the guys could’ve been taped for whatever print media the school was working on because of how good they looked and how friendly they appeared.

"Hi." Y/N said casually as she looked around.

A tall blonde who looked like he'd just stepped off a flight from Los Angeles peered his gaze. "I didn't realize you were friends with Rafe." The blonde said with his mouth turned up into a smirk, openly checking her out.

Rafe interrupted, "Good friends actually, Matt." He said, facing the blonde.

Matt seemed to fold, knowing better than to challenge Rafe. He turned to some of the guys, saying, "What do you say we welcome Y/N here with a game of rage cage?"

Rafe was ready to come up with some excuse, but Y/N replied too quickly for him. "Sure, I'd be down to play." She said, stunning him.

The rest of the frat guys dispersed, clearing the table and setting down a bunch of plastic cups. Matt came back with a pair of ping pong balls and a devilish grin on his face. Y/N watched as Matt filled the center cup with beer to the brim, as well as every other cup around it.

Rafe gently pulled her aside. "Look, you don't actually have to play. These guys just love giving new people a hard time."

"I'm not scared." Y/N said. "Besides, if I get hammered, you'll take care of me, right?"

Rafe looked into her eyes and turned his mouth up to a smile. "Of course."

"Good.” Y/N said as they turned back to the table.

The game started without much instruction and it took a few seconds for Y/N to figure out what the guys were even doing. It all moved so quick, that when she finally given the ball, she missed and was forced to drink the cup. Eventually she got it, though she did notice a bunch of the guys teaming up on her which resulted in drinking more beer than any of them. Not surprisingly, Rafe was pretty good.

In under ten minutes, they'd managed to practically clear the table of beer, leaving only the large, overfilled cup in the middle and a few stray ones beside it. The Pi Kaps were ruthless, stacking cups in front of Y/N faster than she could drink or even bounce the ball. Eventually, she was last and left to drink the oversized cup herself. Heckling came all around as she picked it up, nearly spilling it because of how full it was.

"Give it here, Y/N." Matt said, surprising the girl.

Y/N looked confused. "But I lost. I'm supposed to drink it."

"Yeah, but it wasn't really fair. We all pretty much ganged up on you and you've had a lot already. It's a little game we play to see how down newbies are.” He said kindly.

Y/N thought for a second, but then shook her head. "No, fuck that. This one's mine." She said confidently as she chugged the cup in one go and not stopping until it was empty. She smashed it down on the wooden table, getting a bunch of high fives and cheers from the guys.

One of the other brothers called out from the opposite side of the room that they were starting yet another drinking game she hadn't heard of. Y/N watched as they shuffled over there, leaving only Rafe standing beside the trashed table, gleaming with pride.

Rafe tipped his head towards the glass doors and led them outside for some fresh air. They sat on that bench from the first night as Rafe pulled out a bottle of water. Y/N took a few sips, thankful she didn't have to drink any more beer tonight.

"Are you good? That was a fucking baller move to drink it even after he offered."

Y/N shrugged. "I was hoping to win points." She said with a giggle.

Rafe chuckled. "You sure did, sweetheart." He put his hand on her thigh. "Thanks for coming tonight. You’ve definitely impressed me."

The freshmen couldn’t help but blush, knowing that out of everyone, she only cared about Rafe. She still wasn't entirely sure what they were, but she knew she liked it — whatever it was.

"So, what happens now?" She asked, trying to distract from her thoughts.

"Typically the party starts to die down around one, and that's if the cops don't get called." Rafe started to explain. "We only get enough booze to last a few hours. Any longer than that and we run the risk of some incident which we really try to avoid." He smiled. "We're just trying to have fun."

"And what do you usually do until then?"

Rafe gave a smirk. "Do you want an honest answer?"

"Of course."

He shrugged. “Depending on the night, I'll be trying to seal the deal with whatever girl I had my sights set on. If I'm lucky, she'll invite me back to her place and well, you know the rest." He said, trying to gauge Y/N’s reaction.

"Like you did that first night with me?" She quipped back.

Rafe smiled. "Precisely." He looked back to Y/N, tracing his finger around the rim of his cup. "But I typically don't get annoyed when one of those flings ignores me around campus." He breathed. "And we never hook up a second or third time."

"Looks like I'm making you break all your rules."

Rafe caught the girl’s eyes. "Looks like you are."

In a game of chicken, Y/N broke away first. She knew that if she stared any longer, she'd be tempted to lean over and see what other rules Rafe was willing to break for her.

"Stay with me tonight." Rafe said as the music inside started to slow down.

"You mean here? In the frat house?"

Rafe nodded. "People are starting to leave and Matt’s already having the pledges clean up. We just have to wait out a little longer and then we can go to my room where no one will bother us."

Y/N knew it wasn't a good idea. But still, she wanted to stay with Rafe and she doubted that she could make it back to her room with how flustered he had made her.

"Okay." She said, caving in. Y/N turned to the boy who'd been staring at her the whole time as if the party behind them and the crowd of people who could walk out at any time didn't matter. "But you have to make it worth my while."

Rafe smiled wide, then proceeded to bite down on his lip, like he was thinking of every single way he could do that. "My room is the one right next to the stairs. You can wait for me there while I help the guys. I promise I won't be too long.”

For good measure, Rafe leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek, leaving Y/N smiling wider than she could help. She waited until most of the people dispersed before she slipped into Rafe’s room, closing the door quietly as she leaned back against the frame.

Y/N looked, seeing the inside of Rafe room for the first time. It was minimalistic with only a few things hung on the walls. She sat at Rafe’s desk while scrolling through her phone. She wasn't sure how long Rafe would be, but just staring at the wall seemed like a dumb idea. She kept her senses heightened, just in case someone were to come in and ask what the hell she was doing in here.

"I thought this was the bathroom." She practiced with a fake drunken slur until it sounded believable.

Fifteen minutes later and she heard the sound of the knob turning. Y/N got to her feet just as Rafe slipped in and closed the door behind him.

"Chill, it's just me." He said with a smile as he locked the door and walked over to his desk.

"Everyone's gone?" Y/N asked as she sat back down.

Rafe nodded. "Pretty much. Everyone else has gone up to their rooms. Well, the ones who live here at least."

""And how many is that?"

"Six." He said as he slipped off his shoes and socks. "Four of the guys share the two bedrooms upstairs. Chase and I got lucky when we pulled straws, so we got the single rooms."

"Of course you'd get the single room." Y/N said with a smirk.

Rafe shrugged. “It was all by chance. It works out because Chase is a clean freak, so he doesn't have to worry about sharing his space. And me?” He walked back to Y/N, pushing her legs apart as he stood in front of her. He hooked a finger underneath her chin, forcing her to make eye contact with him. "I like my privacy."

He pulled Y/N up, extending his body until he felt their lips touch. Rafe moaned to himself, having been dying to properly taste her all night. Y/N kissed back, feeling Rafe’s hand slip under her shirt and rest just above the back of her waist. The alcohol on his tongue seemed to cancel out her own, leaving her only to taste Rafe, her new drink of choice.

"Are you sure they can't hear us?" Y/N asked, pulling her lips away in hesitation.

Rafe pulled them back, sinking his teeth down until they were anchored in place. "That depends on how loud you get for me."

Y/N met him halfway as they continued to kiss. She pulled her arms around Rafe’s neck and crossed them. She closed her eyes, feeling his hands at her waist, gripping tightly as he slipped his tongue inside. Rafe walked them to his bed, stopping only when the back of Y/N’s knees hit the mattress. He pulled off her shirt, kissing at her smooth skin and running his hands all over her body.

"It's been too long." Rafe said, circling her nipple with his tongue.

"It's been three days."

Rafe bit down gently, causing a moan to escape out of the girl’s mouth. “It's been too long." He repeated. "Now, flip over." He demanded.

Y/N complied, rolling over on his bed until she got a face full of Rafe’s sheets. They smelled like him, she noticed, as she crumpled them in her hands to get even more of that scent. Rafe dug his hands underneath her body, blindly undoing the buttons on her jeans until he was able to shimmy her out of them. He then sunk his fingers underneath the waistband of Y/N’s panties, with her arching her back in the process.

"Good girl." He complimented, as he kneaded at her cheeks. "May I?" He asked, rubbing his index finger against her pussy.

Y/N moaned. "Of course." She said, gripping onto those sheets in anticipation.

Rafe sunk his tongue down, lapping up her taste. He continued his assault, lapping deep into her pussy. He loudly spat, watching it drip down like glaze dripping down the sides of a warm cake. Y/N flailed around at the new sensation.

"You like that, baby?" Rafe asked with a chuckle.

Y/N flipped over immediately, trapping Rafe in her grip. She swung her legs around the boy's back and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Everything you do to me feels incredible."

She grabbed at his dick and gave it a few strokes. She looked down, seeing that foreskin slide back over his flared tip, exposing the pink cockhead as she held it firmly in her hand. She lifted herself up by her knees and arched her body in one swift movement.

Rafe flashed a devilish grin as he watched her lower herself down on his cock. Y/N proved to be a greedy sexual partner, needing as much as Rafe gave. He felt her pussy around his cock like a fist moving down the shaft in a steady grip. She wouldn't be able to hold this position too long, but the closeness of Rafe and being able to control just how deep she got made it one to try. She leaned up, managing to crash their lips together as the head of his dick pushed deeper inside her.

"Fuck, Y/N. I can feel how tight you are."

"It's just cause you're really big." Y/N moaned as she kissed at Rafe’s cheek. Since their lips touched, she'd unwound herself, forgetting the fact that upstairs was a crew of frat boys doing God knows what with whoever was left behind. Y/N didn't care. Not when Rafe was here or when things felt this good.

"Show me how you ride, baby.” Rafe said, holding onto her hips as she bounced up and down.

Y/N was steady, keeping a gentle pace that kept Rafe on the edge the entire time. He wanted to fuck her, sure, to really pound into this girl more than anything. But he'd set that aside because after weeks of playing cat and mouse, he loved seeing just what Y/N was capable of when she was unhinged.

Y/N whined as she sunk all the way down, feeling that thick cock deep inside her. Rafe responded by curling his arms at Y/N’s waist and laid her down on the bed. He grabbed an extra pillow to prop up their heads as he cozied up to her left side. He lifted her leg, giving him just the opening he needed to slip his cock back into that slick hole.

"I figured your legs must’ve gotten tired." Rafe offered with a gentle smile.

Y/N curled her lips up, adding "mind-reading" to the list of things that the frat boy was good at. With her comfortably in place, Rafe thrusted his hips into her, feeling her tight hole with just enough friction. He kept it going like that, hearing soft little moans escape her mouth whenever he got deep.

Y/N was responsive to say the least, constantly pulling Rafe into a kiss, or curling her toes or just pleading to him with her eyes. Each of those were like fire crackers being bundled together and just waiting to be set off. Rafe stayed by her side, caressing her breasts and rubbing her chest gently with his fingertips.

"My good girl." Rafe whispered to her, as she struggled to hold on. The combination of his hand caressing her and the full speed of his thrusts was becoming too much to bare.

"Please, Rafe.” Y/N cried in pleasure, dying for release.

He trailed his hand to her right thigh, wrapping his arm around her knee, holding it still. His other hand came to her clit, rubbing his thumb small circles around it, sending lightening bolts through her body. She closed her eyes, knowing she couldn't hold off any longer this time.

"No, baby. Look at me." Rafe said. He gently grabbed her chin, her face pouting under his touch in the cutest way. “There you are. There’s my girl.”

Suddenly, Rafe convulsed forward, his cum filling her tight hole with a growl so deep that Y/N felt herself vibrate at the power in his voice. With perfect timing, waves of pleasure rolled through her body, pulsating through her core. He kept her leg in place as her orgasm took over, her juices pouring out of her and soaking the bed beneath her. Her eyes remained closed as she panted, trying to catch her breath.

"Y/N, are you alright?" He whispered to her gently.

She nodded as best she could. "I swear I wanted to go longer, but you felt too good not to cum." Y/N admitted as she turned her head.

Rafe shook her head. "I couldn’t have lasted much longer either." He kissed her cheek, "There's plenty of days for us to take our time. Tonight, I'm just glad you're here."

Y/N turned her head and gave him a proper kiss. They pressed their foreheads together and smiled like idiots, before a thump coming from upstairs reminded them that they weren't truly alone.

Rafe then led them into the joining bathroom that he didn't have to share with anyone else. They took their time, cleaning up and doing whatever they needed so they could head to bed. It was nearly three in the morning at this point, and the sex made them even more exhausted.

They both crawled back in bed with Rafe leaning over to kiss Y/N on her forehead. She couldn't remember the last time someone did that to her. She felt Rafe’s arms holding onto her as she drifted off to sleep.

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charmed

sirius black x fem!reader (she/her pronouns)

okay here it is! my first ever fic. i’m not sure how i feel about it. i think it peaked at the start, hope you enjoy! thanks for all the kind messages. and thank you @starsval for being so lovely and helping me with everything!! also i’m really sorry i tried to keep the reader as ambiguous as possible but i’m new to writing so it might not be great. hope you enjoy x

word count: 5k (YEAH I GOT CARRIED AWAY)

synopsis: sirius black has never really cared about grades, in fact he’s never really had to. yet after one particular monday morning, his charms grades begin to mysteriously plummet and now he’s decided that a tutor is what he needs. except, only one tutor will do; the pretty ravenclaw that happened to walk past during breakfast.

warnings: very soft/sappy sirius straight away, girl grabs sirius and it’s a bit weird, wizarding slurs?? my first time writing so everyone’s probably really inconsistent and the plot probably doesn’t make sense.

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there was something about mondays that didn’t sit quite right with you. maybe it was the fact that 24 hours ago, you were asleep, and not up trying to mentally prepare yourself for a full day of mundane learning. maybe ‘mundane’ was cruel. it was a magic school of course. and you were a ravenclaw. but just because it was a magic school and you were a ravenclaw didn’t make it any less draining. a thirst for knowledge and a thirst for learning about the ‘14th Century Wizarding Economic Bubble’ at 9am were completely different things. however, there was one thing that would cheer you up:

breakfast.

yet before you could dare to dream about the mountains of pastries, or the sausages and bacon that stretched as far as the eye can see, or the jams of reds, purples and yellows, or the array of cereals and oats stretched across the old oak table, or the eggs that were fried, scrambled, poached and even deviled, you heard a yell of your name from the other side of the great hall. a tall figure with mousy hair flailed its arms in an attempt to coax you over. remus. remus lupin. one of the ever so famous marauders. what on earth could he want with you this time? instead of succumbing to a spiral of what’s and why’s, you pushed them out of your mind and sauntered over to the deep red and gold table.

“yes, lupin, any reason for demanding my presence oh so early in the day?” you pondered out loud as you reached the lanky brunet.

“well, since you asked so nicely, i was just letting you know that prefect rounds have been swapped, hale and valentine are patrolling instead of us tonight and vice versa.”

“may i ask why?”

“i may or may not have detention today.” the boy replied, a mischievous glint in his warm eyes.

“a detention as a prefect? doesn’t that almost defeat the point? regardless, lupin, fine by me. but i’ll only do it if you promise no impromptu pranks while i’m patrolling. i don’t think i can bear talking to slughorn about how riveting the properties of shrivelfig are again. i’m exhausted recalling it.”

“you helped us? i thought that moony covered for us!” a sudden vehement shout came from the quidditch captain placed in front of remus, dragged from his squabble with the objectively beautiful boy beside him.

“you mean to tell me after i put on the performance of a lifetime i got no credit at all?” you turned your attention to the pair that made up another part of hogwarts’ favourite group.

“sorry, can’t say we’ve ever heard of your sacrifice, have we pads?”

a sudden jab of the elbow pulled sirius out of his stupor as he grasped reality once again. “um no, i can’t say we have.” a pretty pink sheen covered the boy’s unnaturally chiselled cheekbones. remus’ eyes suddenly lit up with a flame they hadn’t before as he studied his friend’s uncharacteristic behaviour.

sirius had been cursed. he was sure of it. it was the only solution for the sudden dizziness that had overcome him, the unexpected flush that he could feel from the top of his glossy locks all the way down to his booted toes. it definitely wasn’t because you were in front of him with your pretty eyes flitting between him and his best friend brother, with your brows in an endearing crease he suddenly wanted to smooth with his thumb, it definitely wasn’t. at all.

“right, if that’s all gentlemen, i best be going, breakfast is calling my name! besides, i’m going to need it if i want to pass the charms test today.” your voice chimed out, a spell to sirius’ ears.

“oh please as if you aren’t the top of our year in charms.” lupin snorted at you, even though his eyes still tracked his awe-struck friend.

“stuff it lupin, you owe me.”

once again, sirius declared in his mind he was ill, as he watched the way you strolled back to the table of rich blue and silver, completely fine, not at all affected by the affection curse that had taken him captive.

one thing rung in his mind as remus’ throaty wheeze rumbled out.

“top of our year in charms.”

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sirius had a plan. a stupid one. one that probably had almost no chance of working. but a chance at spending time with you was better than none at all. he gazed at the question paper he normally would have finished with ease if time with you wasn’t on the line.

“in order to free something from within a collapsed cave, which of the following charms would be the most effective?

a). disillusionment charm

b). impervius charm

c). gouging charm

d). substantive charm”

quickly sirius circled the second option and repeated the sequence of identifying the actual correct answer, and then choosing the option above it over and over again. “godric, i hope that this works.” he muttered under his breath, debating whether all of this was actually worth the hassle.

then across the room, you peered in his general direction, as the clock lied just up and a bit to the right of his broad shoulders. the previous thought that dared to cross his mind perished as he caught the way the light caressed the bridge of your nose and cascaded down towards your pretty mouth.

definitely worth the hassle.

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lupin was right.

only a couple days after a test that you had been bricking it for, you sat in front of the very same one, except this time a nice big ‘O’ with a smiley face from professor flitwick had been added to the page. you turned to lupin with a big fat grin on your face as you both held your papers up and took the other’s in. he got one mark less than you. so although he was correct in his assumption, he also got lower marks than you (even if it was just one). your grin turned into a smug smile. lupin mouthed the words “i told you so.”

swiftly followed by a middle finger.

you turned back to your conversation with the gorgeous redhead beside you.

“godric, i hate you sometimes.” she muttered with a side eye.

“sorry? since when?”

“you’re just so smart and some of us actually have to try.”

“lils, you’re literally the brightest witch i know, rowena knows i could never pull of the things you do in defence against the dark arts!” your voice dropped to a whisper, “besides who really gives a shit about charms apart from academic validation?”

“stop being ever so lovely when i’m being mad at your greatness.”

“you know what, i stand corrected. been thinking too much about potter? ‘mad at your greatness’ are you actually kidding me?”

“you did not just go there!” you were sure the girl must have had whiplash with the speed she swung her head around to face you, her pink mouth dropped open.

“i’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at him recently. you can’t fool me.”

“shut up.”

“lily, do me one thing.”

“what?”

“pick your jaw up off the floor next time you see him at breakfast after quidditch practice, you’ll catch flies.”

you narrowly avoided the pale fist that came flying at your shoulder, blissfully unaware of the two lovesick marauders who saw the interaction. one of whom clutched his paper with a bold ‘D’ and a note to “please actually revise next time!” close to his chest, hoping some point in the future that maybe that would be you. although. you would never know that. ever. because he was sirius black.

he had a reputation to uphold.

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“what do you mean you won’t ask her to help me moony? your poor best friend is failing charms and you won’t do this simple favour for me?”

“it means what it means. do it yourself pads.” remus says, bluntly.

the ebony-haired boy’s face drops further. “but, you know, it might be a bit sort of odd?”

“not like you to care so much about being ‘odd’, especially when a pretty girl is involved, something else going on we should know about pads?” james chimed in, a smirk lifting the corner of his lips.

“no! it’s not like i care, it's just, she’s moony’s friend so surely it would be better coming from him?” sirius forced out. then, he dropped his shoulders and shook the inky locks out of his eyes. “wouldn’t want to scare her, that’s all.” a newfound nonchalance in his tone.

the other boys’ eyes met across the dorm.

“scare her my arse” the taller of the boys mouthed, the other shook his head in amusement.

the messy dorm room remained silent for a few moments, until a deep breath sounded, followed by a string of words pushed out all at once. a string of words that sounded a lot like: “moony please ask her i just think she’d be a great tutor, you know ravenclaw and all, i just want to do well in charms, is that so strange?”

remus made a noise that sounded almost like a howl, even though the full moon had been a week and a half ago.

then, he fell onto the floor, in a fit of giggles.

after choking on his own breath and getting back onto his feet, albeit with an obvious shake due to forcing back manic chuckles, he made eye contact with the blushing boy who had an adorable pout on his face.

he couldn’t stop the next peal of laughter.

“fine! fine. i’ll ask her if she’d be willing to help your sorry arse tonight.” remus got out, finally giving sirius a break after 5 minutes of cackling.

the other boy in the room however, stood, and for once, the loudest boy in every room was the quietest as he just watched. a special type of grin wove its way onto his lips, one of pure euphoria as he realised that he finally had something to update his mother on in terms of sirius orion black and his love life.

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“i still don’t know why you call me lupin even though we’re practically best friends, you know book club, prefect rounds and all.”

“have you ever realised every time i’m with you it’s because of someone else, lupin?”

“ouch, alright then.”

although it was the middle of winter, your thick jumper did a surprisingly good job at keeping you warm in the dark and dreary fifth floor corridor. you would probably forget about the chilliness if it wasn’t for the whines of the lanky boy beside you.

remus lupin could be so annoying all the time sometimes.

“i still don’t understand why they force us to parol when i can’t feel my fucking toes.”

“for the love of rowena, shut. up. lupin. i would do anything not to hear you whining for a couple minutes!” you shrieked, finally losing it after what felt like hours of complaining.

lupin suddenly stopped walking.

“well, i do actually have one thing in mind.”

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once again, the great hall was bumbling with witches and wizards as ribbons of sunlight trickled in from the grand window at the end of the room. sirius forced to keep his eyes open, as james prattled on and on and on about how he ‘swore lily evans had looked at him’ two days prior.

sirius couldn’t really give a shit.

as he raised his fork to his lips, ready to wrap them around a rasher of bacon, a soft cough sounded from a couple feet behind him. he ignored it. then, another sounded. he ignored it again.

“hey sirius!” a slightly shrill voice suddenly sounded out. the boy in question closed his eyes and took a deep breath before turning around. he wasn’t pleased with the sight in front of him.

lucinda rowle. at least that’s what he thought her name was.

don’t get me wrong, she was probably a lovely girl, but sirius orion black was a prick sometimes.

when sirius looked up at the pureblood ravenclaw in front of him, he couldn’t help but wish it was another ravenclaw instead. “yes?” he questioned, trying not to be rude, but he just couldn’t care less.

“there’s a new cafê open in hogsmeade…” the girl trailed off, with an arrogant glint in her eye.

“i've been.”

“not with me.”

“i’m good.” sirius responded with a tight smile as he attempted to turn back to his hopefully still warm meal, trying to give the girl a hint subtly, but he was hungry and impatient.

“come on, sirius, it would be fun, besides, surely it’s better than going with anyone else in the year.”

“i’m sure someone else would be thrilled to go with you.”

the girl grabbed sirius’ shoulder harshly in a last ditch attempt. sirius eyes immediately zoned in on the girls hand, and his eyes darkened with a fury that many had heard of.

“look, just fuck off.”

lucinda let out a huff as she finally got the message and strutted off, muttering something about “how mudbloods really must taint a blood-traitor’s mind”, whilst sirius looked at where the girl had touched her with a fierce distaste. nevermind, definitely not a lovely girl. he didn’t understand why people thought it was okay to just grab anyone they pleased.

“don’t get me wrong, i’m all for feminism, but what a cow.” remus stated.

“agreed. i love women in power, but not women like that.” james added on.

sirius shook his head and finally got back to his meal. suddenly he heard a whisper of “pads…” from opposite him, a pair of honey eyes and one of chocolate filled to the brim with the concern met his slate ones. he nodded at them, indicating that they could carry on.

“are you alright? that was a bit, you know, i know you don’t like being touched in general, let alone like that.” remus’ deep timbre inquired.

“i’m fine. promise.”

before either james or remus could ask any other questions, someone else requested sirius’ attention.

“black, is now a good time?” your voice murmured out, yet still still sounding as confident as ever.

sirius felt his heartbeat speed up as soon as he sensed your presence, then he swore it doubled, no wait, tripled, its speed when he realised you were addressing him. to try and seem not completely incompetent, he nodded his head up and down with a bright smile thrown onto his lips.

he saw your mouth moving, but all he could hear was white noise as he stared at the way your mouth wrapped around each sound.

“..so that’s what i’m thinking we go for, since the library isn’t that busy during the week, is tonight a good time to start our first session?”

“sounds great.”

it went silent as sirius watched you walk away, excitement bubbling within him.

“godric, pads in love makes me sick.”

“fuck off as if you’re speaking.”

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as you rounded another bookshelf, your eyes trailing around searching for a quiet and free spot, you were quite shocked to find black already sitting in a seat, surrounded by a myriad of charms books, parchment and quills. he seemed out of place as he blew a piece of charcoal hair out of his vision, his eyes lazily scanning around the old library. then his eyes caught yours, and you could have sworn that his harsh, angled, face softened slightly.

not wanting to keep the boy waiting, you hurried over, once reaching the table, descending into a seat and removing your deep blue scarf and outer robes.

“hello black, sorry to keep yo-”

“sirius. call me sirius. if you want.”

“hello sirius, as i was saying, sorry to keep you waiting. has it been long?” you questioned.

“no, not at all, don’t worry.”

sirius black had been there for an hour and a half. you hadn’t agreed on a time and he didn’t want to miss you. he was unsure why he was so enamoured with you, but after hearing you had covered for them without question, and that you were friends with mr. ‘i don’t like people’ lupin, he deduced you must be somewhat of a good person.

“glad to hear it, anyway, so is there anything in particular you’re struggling with and would like me to go through with you, or should i just work down the list and see where it takes us?” you inquired, your voice taking a more intimate, gentle tone, wanting to make the boy feel as comfortable as possible.

“um, well, i got less than 5% on the test so i believe going through it all would probably be the best.” he cringed, you probably thought he was stupid, even though he faked it.

“grades don’t define us. besides, how is knowing charms on paper going to help in any real life situation?”

the corners of sirius’ mouth lifted in response and his eyes glittered with something warm.

you’d deny it if anyone asked but honestly, your heart skipped a beat.

the rest of the evening was just as sweet, with you explaining simple charms, what they do and when to use them, and sirius asking questions, just to hear you talk about anything and everything. you both agreed on another tutor session again next thursday evening.

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sirius was bored. with nothing but james potter’s off key recital of “staying alive” and the sound of water rushing in the bathroom filling the dorm, sirius had nothing to do as he reflected on the evening with you. even though you had probably only offered to tutor him out of the kindness of your heart and hadn’t dared to think about him beyond revision timetables and flashcards he couldn't stop thinking about you.

oh you were so lovely. the way you cared about if he understood what you were saying, and the hint of excitement in your eyes when talking about your favourite poems when you got off topic. wait.

poems.

moony likes poems.

surely he would have a collection of some or something, that boy was always smacking prongs around the head with a book when he was too busy ogling lily to listen.

with a newfound passion for poetry he never had before, he went over to moony’s pile of books in the corner of the room and scoured until he found something to fit the job.

‘sonnets of a sorcerer’.

“perfect.” he muttered aloud, transfiguring the cover to some textbook on defence against the dark arts, now he could read these and find something to talk about you with, hopefully showing you he was more than a pretty face who was bad at charms.

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over the next week, you didn’t notice anything unusual, apart from more interactions with the famous marauders. not that it was completely strange. but previously, you had only spoken to lupin due to being prefects together and the small book club he also attended with you and lily periodically.

however, after you tutored sirius black, you were subjected to the occasional shared smile in the corridor with black; or his first name, sirius, which he insisted you call him by, as well as that james potter would grin and wiggle his eyebrows at you whenever he’d see you.

not sure what that was about. not sure you wanted to know what it was about if you were honest.

anyway, you made your way back to the library you were in just a week before. however this time, sirius was beside you as he insisted to meet outside your common room. he was surprisingly sweet.

“so, how have you been, over the past week?” sirius said, making small talk. you were glad, because honestly, last week, he seemed sort of nervous? you chalked it down to the fact someone he never spoke to before now had to tutor him because he was failing. however, now, he seemed a lot more comfortable.

“i’ve been good, how about you sirius?”

“honestly, great.” an amused glimmer in his eye, as if he knew something you didn’t. “i also discovered that the library has a surprisingly large poetry section after i decided to visit it once in my lifetime.” he added on.

the grin that overtook your face made the whole thing worth it. “ i know right! i don’t want to know how long i’ve spent in the library looking for poetry, let alone reading it. there’s something about the way people use words to express themselves and paint their experiences and let others read them. words can’t explain it.”

the smile on sirius’ face was sweeter than honey. you suddenly realised how far away from the path of charms you had strayed.

“apologies, i don't want to take more of your time, just tell me to stop before i go off a ramble.”

“nah, why would i, if i enjoy them so much?” sirius said, voice smooth, silky and low. it made you feel ways you hadn’t exactly encountered before.

for the rest of the session, you were overcome by a flush. there was something enigmatic about sirius black, and you could feel him dragging you further and further in.

near the end of session, you noticed an unnatural mark underneath sirius’ right eye, you weren’t sure what drove you to do it, perhaps that was simply the power of sirius black’s presence, but you dampened your finger and brought it to his. as you realised what you were doing, your started apologising profusely and drew away from him.

until sirius, with his callused hands, brought yours back to his face, with a gentleness you were astonished he possessed, and said “don’t worry, i don’t mind.”

you still felt dizzy when you met up with remus lupin for prefect rounds.

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“pads why the fuck do you have a love confession written on your arm? i know you want more tattoos but at least make them half decent.” james shrieked as he tracked the dark ink that jumped out against the paleness of sirius’ skin. although sirius had already got a couple tattoos strewn across his collarbones and chest (one of a constellation dedicated to his brother and an array of other symbols for his found family), the hastily scribbled nonsense of age old sonnets stood out like a sore thumb on the elder boy’s forearms.

sirius was too busy recalling the smell of your perfume and the softness of your actions to listen to james dramatic ramblings and questions.

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“also remus, i can’t believe you didn’t tell me that sirius also had an interest in poetry? he could’ve joined us and lily at our book club? i’m sure she wouldn’t have minded, as long as ‘it isn’t potter’ or so she says.”

“what the fuck.”

“alright, nevermind, didn’t realise sirius attending book club was so offensive.” you replied with a roll to your eyes.

“no it’s not that, but what the fuck do you mean pads likes poetry? i’ve known him for six years and i have refused chocolate more times than he’s read a poem. are you sure you’re not talking about baby black, like got the wrong brother or something?.” originally, you thought remus must be taking the piss but the sudden harshness of his welsh accent made you think differently.

i mean sirius was known for being a prankster, but what on earth would he get from asking you about sonnets for rowena’s sake. besides, he seemed to know almost as much as you.

what on earth was going on?

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there was one thing that sirius black forgot as he deposited the test on flitwick’s desk a few days before.

he was in fact quite good at charms. and as he sat in front of his ‘O’ paper, he didn’t know what to do. how on earth was he going to get you to tutor him and go over the essay when he got practically full marks?

and adding to his conundrum, he was sure you were avoiding him ever since the last tutoring session which happened the day before the sudden surprise charms test, maybe he had overdone it with the poetry? you seemed fine during your rambles of appreciation, yet maybe he read the signs wrong.

on the table a few rows over, you were also in the midst of a conundrum as you thought about the boy behind you.

“i was going to ask how the charms test went; but after looking at that face i don't think i want to ask what you got…” the girl next to you inquires after taking in her own test and packing up her parchment, books and quill.

“lily, i’m fucked, i think i like sirius black, like i don’t, i only want him if he says it first to me so it’s not real but how the fuck do i deal with this? have i taken advantage? is it wrong having a thing for the guy you tutor? you know like power imbalance? i can’t tutor him anymore! i can’t get, oh rowena, tutorzoned! tutorzoned lily, tutorzoned! ” the words tumbled out of your mouth, gathering speed as you couldn’t help but pour your heart out to the girl next to you.

“babe, slow down, what on earth are you talking about? before i even dare to ask about the confession, i don’t think he’ll need you to tutor him anymore, when i walked past i could’ve sworn i saw an ‘O’.”

“lils, that’s impossible.”

“alright, i know he isn’t the brightest lad but still he sti-”

“no i mean i hadn’t taught him half of the content on that paper, and he was adamant he didn’t know it, like i feel so bad, there was a whole essay question on lumos charms and he only knows the one from first year because i haven’t taught him the content yet! but how did he still get an ‘O’ without knowing any of them?”

“what? i saw him use lumos solem the other evening when he was with potter and we don’t learn that until next year?”

“wait, what?”

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“sirius! how was the charms test? i apologise, i didn’t realise we would have one so soon, i would’ve gone through more of the content. however, i’ve heard you still managed to do quite well?” your voice took him by surprise as his eyes widened, his face suddenly very reminiscent of his ‘other’ form.

“umm, what can i say, i got lucky with my guesses?” he stuttered out, a scarlet flushing his cheeks.

“oh yes, ever so lucky indeed. though not as much so as performing a seventh year charm even though you don’t know the name of it and many others we have actually learnt. colour me impressed.”

sirius couldn’t even register the sniggers from james and sly comments from remus as they realised sirius’ plot had been foiled. however, if he was confessing, he refused to do it within a stuffy charms room with everyone watching. the blushing boy rose up from his seat and nodded towards the doorway, stupid charms paper in hand.

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“explain. now.”

“well, basically, don’t kill me, when that morning, you came to talk to moony, about prefect duties, i just thought you were really, really pretty, and the fact you covered for us, i knew i wanted to get to know you more, but i didn’t know how without seeming creepy, you know? like i wasn’t about to confess my love for you through a serenade like prongs so i thought of the next best thing. and then. well then after the first tutoring session i was like ‘godric i’m screwed she’s lovely’ but i didn’t know how to talk to you, but i remembered you liked poetry. and moony does so i rummaged through his things - not in a violating way - and memorised some poems and things, but i forgot them so i had to write them on my arm and prongs found out, and then you started ignoring me and now we’re here and i think you hate me. please don’t i don’t know what i’m doing but maybe we could give this a go? i thought we worked quite well together and i really, really hope this isn't all in my head.” sirius orion black, who was described as ‘heartless’,’cold’ and ‘cruel’ laid himself bare in front of you.

you looked between the charms paper and sirius, who looked like he was trying to consume himself as he waited for the onslaught. what he didn’t expect was a fountain of giggles to erupt from your mouth, forcing you to lean onto the wall so you didn’t topple over.

eventually, your laugh slowly petered out and you allowed yourself to take in the sweet boy with such a harsh exterior. the sweet boy who sabotaged himself to speak to you. the sweet boy who subjected himself to embarrassment just to find something to talk about with you. the sweet boy who-

“can i please kiss you?” the words escaped before you could stop them.

his eyes flitted between yours, you felt as if you were peering into his soul for a way to stay there with him forever, and he nodded. you forced yourself up on your toes and he didn’t hesitate as he grasped your chin and tilted it upwards, letting his lips meet your own.

sirius realised something about the first time you met in that moment, as he was pressing his smile into yours, hoping to intertwine himself with you for the rest of time, he hadn’t been cursed.

no, he had been charmed.

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#sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius black oneshot #sirius black fic #marauders x reader #marauders fic #marauders oneshot

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trash-king18 · 11 months

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M pt. 4

he’s extra moody today and nobody seems to know why

miguel o’hara might just be more interested than just animal curiosity…maybe?

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the next day you come in late, you weren’t going to but when you woke up your head hurt so bad you just needed to lay in bed for another hour… maybe two.

you were woken up around 10 again by Lyla buzzing on your watch

“Lyla i’m coming in late what’s wrong”

“uhh I think it might be time for a little “chat” with the boss.. like.. now. he’s acting extra… uh peeved today.”

“that’s a nice way of putting it”

“he’s already thrown two chairs this morning.”

“perhaps,” you say as you start to try and get out of bed, “he’s acting that way because he is simply just an aggravated prick.”

“Y/N this is serious, i’m worried i haven’t seen him this-“

she hesitates before using the word to describe her boss

“..moody in a long time. i mean sure he’s always brooding but somethings different, he’s upset i’m worried it might trigger something”

you sigh and then groan before dragging yourself up

“ok Lyla i’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“thank you… please hurry.”

“only he would find a way to drag me in even after giving me the day off.”

you walk through the lobby and everyone seems slightly on edge.

Hobie and Pavitr run up to you,

“thank god you’re here”

Is it that bad?

the boys look between each other

“he threw Peter B in the go home machine.”

“was mayday with him?!”

“no not today, which probably would’ve saved him”

“Ay dios mío, el hombre es un dolor en mi trasero”

this man is a pain in my ass

Hobie looks at Pavitr

“don’t look at me dude i speak hindi not spanish.”

after you walk away Pavitr nudges Hobie

P- “hey do you think after they finally do it they’ll fight more or less”

H- “more.. definitely more.”

you march up to his office and there’s no one around it, it’s cleared it like a fallout zone.

you don’t even knock you just push the door open. he’s sitting on the ledge that his desk stands on. brooding, of course.

unfortunately you were not a spider person so you couldn’t just swing up.

“O’hara would you like to explain to me why i get woken up by Lyla calling to tell me you’re throwing chairs and then i get here to find out you’re chucking people into the go home machine.”

no answer.

“seriously? nothing. ~now~ youve got nothing”

no answer.

“when you’re ready to communicate like an adult i’ll be in my lab. try not to throw any thing or any ~one~ else.”

you turn but he jumps down suddenly and lands behind you. you turn around and find him standing right there.

“you left.”

“what”

“you left that night, you were gone before i woke up and all i got was a note telling me to come in for blood tests

and then you lecture me about communication and not being able to give you this that and the next thing and tell me i don’t care

you couldn’t even bother to mention it”

“we’re not teenagers, i didn’t think i needed to kiss you goodbye and send a sappy text so we could discuss our feelings. we ~sort of~ hooked up big deal”

“wow.. should’ve put that in the note too”

“oh my god you and the note, i didn’t know what to say, i ~thought~ we could talk about it in the morning-“

“-how was i-“

“-but noooo-“

“-supposed to know that-“

“-you had to leave for another one of your dark op solo missions with no warning!”

“oh i’m sorry that’s kind of part of my job description honey”

“honey? don’t you honey me o’hara”

“well i wasn’t aware that i had to explain myself to you”

“Oh por favor cállate niño crecido”

oh please shut up you overgrown child

“i’m the child?! you showed up here last night stumbling over yourself like a teenager who drank too much at a party”

“well at least my heads not so far up my spandex covered ass that i don’t know how to have fun you glorified action figure”

“ah de verdad? ok. Bueno, ¿por qué no empiezas a comunicarte como un adulto y entonces tal vez tengamos algo de qué hablar contigo, mujer demonio?”

oh really? ok. well why dont you start communicating like an adult and then maybe we'll have something to talk about you demon woman

“you know what?”

“no i don’t know! please tell me id love to hear it”

“you’re an ass miguel. i’m going home.”

“oh great just come in late and then leave early sure, tal vez deberías dejarlo entonces”

maybe you should just quit then.

“maybe i should!”

you slam his office door and you’ve never been more greatful for nobody being around because you’re sure they would’ve heard everything

you walk past the boys again

Pavitr “what was all that that about?”

“don’t ask, he’s just in a particularly impossible mood today. he’ll get over it”

Hobie: “are you ok?”

“yeah hobie i’m fine”

“really mate? cuz your eyes are red. and we didn’t have that kind of fun last night far as i know.”

“i’m good, you should be getting back. if i remember correctly one of you has an 1130 lecture and you, you say wagging a finger at hobie, have band practice.”

the check their watches and curse when they see the time

“See ya y/n!”

you rush to your apartment before the tears that have been stinging your eyes can escape and collapse on your couch again. you spend the rest of the day napping snacking and just watching movies.

you just finished cleaning up dinner when you hear a soft short knock on your door. you figure it’s one of the kids or peter asking you to babysit which both happened frequently

so you open the door, not expecting miguel to be standing right in front of you. you just scoff and close the door in his face. but he just calls softly from the other side of the door

“can i come in?”

“no. was that not clear?”

“y/n please. i fucked up”

“you didn’t have to come all the way here to tell me that”

he groans in frustration, “look if you would just open the door so i don’t have to stand out here like an idiot”

“why so you can stand in here like an idiot instead”

“will you please stop being so childish and just talk to me”

you whip the door open.

“so you went from a sorry excuse for trying to apologize to insulting me in the span in thirty seconds and you thought that would help how?”

he sighs

“you’re right i’m sorry i just wanted to say that-“

“nope don’t care.”

you try to close the door but this time he catches it and let’s himself in.

“what the fuck get out o’hara”

“no! no.”

he grabs you by the shoulders

“all i want to say— is that i am an idiot and i messed up. i should’ve come to see you after the mission was over instead of chasing after anomalies to avoid dealing with the situation.”

you won’t even look at him.

“and that i shouldn’t have spoken to you like that this morning especially at work”

“are you done?”

“no uhm also i didn’t mean to treat you like a child last night or invade your space. i was worried that you could’ve gotten hurt and i handled it poorly. so uhm i’m sorry.. for that”

“did lyla write that for you”

“..no… maybe”

you still won’t look at him so he lets go and sighs in defeat snd starts to head for the door

“o’hara wait”

he half turns back to you

“i guess i didn’t handle everything as well as i could have either so”

“is that what you call an apology”

you look at him with annoyance

“oh cmon i did it”

you don’t budge

“it’s just two words”

you roll your eyes and through gritted teeth you say, “i’m sorry”

he chuckles

“god you’re even more stubborn then i am cariño”

you look uncomfortable at the pet name

“… right.”

“you should go”

he steps towards you

“we still have to talk about..”

“what’s there to talk about. you weren’t in your right mind, something happened, and then it ended.”

“is that all it was”

“i don’t know? can you tell me for certain that that night was more than your equivalent of a drunken nothing”

“i-“

“then we have nothing to talk about.”

his eyes are pleading but your guard is up and you refuse to let him of all people tear it down.

he slips out out the door wordlessly leaving you to finish putting away dishes.

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izunx · 10 months

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hiya!! could i request something with baji bonding with his s/o after a long tiring day? patching up small injuries, relaxing, and cuddling kinda stuff 😱 thank you!,, aa i love him sm 🥲🥲🙏

Nights with Baji. ✧.*

. he's adorablee, this will be a joy to write, thank youu . warnings: none, just fluff! . word count: 652 (just a short oneshot)

✧.* baji x gn reader

"Keisuke!" You could only exclaim seeing your exhausted boyfriend on your doorstep, with a mischievous grin.

"Missed you jus a little bit," without asking, he made his way in, taking off his shoes before grabbing your arm and making his way towards your bedroom.

"Slow down a little, why's there a cut on your face?"

You halted and held your hand to his face, tracing your thumb just under it as he stared down at you. He loved these moments where you could gaze up at him. It was one of the times where he could just admire the soft concerned look on your face and he felt loved.

"It's just been a long day" He sits down and his face was sullen, it was clear he was exhausted from the way his eyes drooped and there was a lack of energy. You felt sorry for him and you knew just the way to make him feel better: cuddles. But that could wait.

Sitting down with the first aid, you pat his cut with the cotton pad. He placed a hand on your thigh and grinned once again. He was content. And he couldn't wait for the awaiting cuddles he had in for him when that silly cut of his you insisted on patching up was covered safely in a plaster.

You however, couldn't help but glare at him. Just what was he thinking getting himself hurt? But you can't stay mad forever with the way his hands had a comforting grip and a face with a handsome ass smile.

The second you closed the first aid kit and plastered him up, he tackled you to the bed. Although you would rather die than admit it, you loved seeing him so eager for affection.

"You big oaf, just what got you so affectionate?"

"mm, I lied when I said I missed you only a little bit," He put his head on your chest, "I missed you like crazy to be honest" Boy did you smile almost a little too hard.

"Kei that's so sappy!" patting his head, you snickered but truly and honestly, you were giddy. "Shaddup!" He dug his head closer into the crook of your neck.

There was a comforting silence. The only thing Baji could hear was the rapid sound of your heart beating, if only he knew just how crazy he made you feel. Ignoring his feeling of tiredness, you missed him too so you couldn't help but ask him how his day was.

"It was questionable, the boys made me go crazy today and we took a play fight a little too far" he sighed, "and you weren't answering my texts!" Your eyes shot wide open -

"I'm sososo sorry babe-" He cut you off by covering your mouth with his large hand.

"Don't be love just know it was a hard day without those sappy texts you send" he mimicked some of the things you'd send throughout the day, reminding him to eat and reassuring him to stay strong because he'll be seeing you soon. That was your kind of relationship and he would rather die then see the day you no longer send those texts. But he wouldn’t admit that. You smacked his chest playfully.

“You shouldn’t treat your girlfriend like that kei,”

“My bad, I thought I was dating a beast” and to that you simply attempted to push him off you, rejecting his affection.

“Chillll, was just a joke babe” he snickered.

“Yeah right, go babe someone else!” despite saying this, you took him in again in your arms and felt his breathing calming down. Looking down at him you realised he had his arms snaked around you and he was holding on tight.

“As your beast girlfriend, I shall help you overcome your tiredness love” you soothed your hand up and down his back.

“Cheers to my loving doting beast girlfriend!”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #toman #toman x reader #baji x you #toman baji #baji x reader #tokrev #bajitora #tokrev x reader #manga #fanfiction #manga x reader #character x reader #keisuke baji #baji keisuke #manjiro sano

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msmarvelouswinchester · 5 months

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If We Love Again

Summary: Whatever problems we had back then don’t exist anymore. It’s why we have this second chance, and we can’t throw it away. -Michelle Maddow

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N (Reader)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader

WC: 1942

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending. Post-canon where DEAN IS ALIVE, kinda sappy, body-shaming (not by the boys), hugs and kisses

Square Filled: Your hands are tough, but they are where mine belong ( @taylorswiftbingo )

A/N: Alright. Alright. Hello you people! Jfc, how long has it been? A lot of things happened (personal matters and fandom problems too) so I took a break. Kind of gave up writing for a bit. Then two boys - Alex and Henry (RWRB fandom, I'm looking at you) got me back to writing! And of course I had to write for my baby, Dean Winchester!

And I've also lost my taglist. So sorry for not tagging anyone in this.

Completely unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.

“What’re you doing here?” The usual routine of the bunker had been thrown off-kilter when Y/N had appeared, looking…frazzled. Maybe a tad smile but her eyes shone with unshed tears. And she was drenched to the bones and panting like she had run a mile to get to the bunker. The man welcomed her inside, saying, “Come in first, you are fucking wet.”

The words slipped and the man’s eyes widened, expecting a snobbish remark from her about the word and its placement in the sentence but soon enough, he frowned because Y/N didn't comment on the…apparent opportunity of turning the entire conversation inappropriate. Like she always did. But today, she wordlessly accepted the man’s gratuitous welcome and headed inside the old establishment.

Once at the end of the stairs, she said, rather whispered, “Hey Dean. Can you do me a favour? I need a hug.” If Dean didn't know what heaven looked like, he would have guessed he had ascended to heaven at Y/N’s request.

Dean, who had sprinted down the steps, looked at her and nodded, opening his arms. Y/N stepped into the hug and wrapped her arms around his torso, hands finding the nape of his neck. Dean’s hands had also instantly found their shelter around her body. They stayed in the position for a while. Y/N inhaled deeply quite a few times. The unforgettable scent of cinnamon and gunpowder hitting her and she let the tears fall as she let her guard down for the first time that night and Dean’s hold around her tightened. The sobs that left her, wrecked his heart. Each wail was like a dagger to his chest. He hated seeing her sad. He rested his chin on the top of her head, the familiar smell of her shampoo gave him whiplash as the memories of…everything queued up inside his head. But he still didn't know what had prompted her to show up at her place. “Y/N, sweetheart, can you look at me? I need you to look at me,” Dean murmured, “please.”

His voice washed over her and the sobbing turned into sniffles. She sniffled against the now wet, snot-covered spot on Dean’s tshirt before her red-rimmed, puffy eyes found his worried green ones. “‘M sorry,” she whimpered.

“Hey, shh, what're you sorry for? For ruining my shirt? Oh, I'll just bribe Sammy to do the laundry,” Dean grinned but the worry never left his eyes.

“I just—Dean, I'm sorry for…s-showing up tonight unannounced…I shouldn't have…what was I even thinkin’? Dean, I’ll—uh…see myself out.” Y/N said, and fidgeted in Dean’s grip but he was reluctant to let go. Not when she had just shown up a few minutes ago and broke down in his arms.

Dean said, “Stop, Y/N. Stop. It's alright. That's what best friends are for.” Nope, not letting you go this time.

“But…” Did you forget the part where we dated and broke up and vowed to never see each other again because it would break our hearts even more?

“No buts,” Dean said, as if he could read the thoughts in her head, “Whatever happened…happened. You were my best friend and you still are. If you need me, in a heartbeat, I'll be there for you. Do you understand that?” He glanced up, Jack if this is your doin’ because I pretty much dreamed about second chances last night then thanks, buddy.

Y/N nodded.

“Now let's go sit down. I'm gonna go find Sam and let him know you're here. And then we can go and kick some asses.” Dean gently guided her to his room in the bunker and sat her down on his bed, asking if she needed anything to drink, water or beer or anything to eat, knowing all they had was pie and a greasy two-days old burger in the freezer. They really needed to stock up their fridge more now they have started to live normal lives.

Y/N, though just asked for water.

Dean winked and said he would be back in a minute. And he was, with Sam in tow who had scooped her up in a giant hug. Oh, she had missed them.

“Hi, Sam. You look…different.” Y/N giggled at Sam in his formal clothes instead of the layers of plaid she was used to seeing on him. She had heard that the Winchesters had retired from hunting but seeing them bask in their post-retirement glory was astonishing.

“Yeah, had a makeover sorta, got myself a job and everything—”

“And a girlfriend,” Dean wiggled his brows and his brother blushed furiously. In between the conversation, Dean had handed Y/N a glass of water and sat down beside her on the bed.

She sipped on the water and hummed thoughtfully, “Who would have thought? Our little Sammy, all grown up!”

And for the first since her alarmingly sudden visit to the bunker, Y/N smiled.

“Oh shut up. Enough about me. Dean said something to me about kicking someone's asses. Do we have to bring out our hunting gear?” Y/N’s eyes widened at the question.

“No! Jesus, no guns. And no violence.” She warned the Winchesters.

“Can’t promise on the violence part, sweetheart!” Dean smirked. “So what happened?”

“Honestly. I think I'm good. It was a moment of…sadness but I'm oka—”

Dean cut her off, saying, “Y/N you were wailing. That was not nothing. Come on, tell us, we swear we'll be good.”

Y/N hesitated and Sam decided to put her out of her misery, “Whatever Dean says, if you don't feel comfortable in telling us. Don't tell.”

“Oh…” Dean sighed, “Yeah, I…I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. You seriously don't have to tell us, if you're not up for it.”

“It's just not that,” she swallowed hard. It should be easy to tell them, right? They were her best friends. She took a deep breath and said, “The guy, I am…or rather was dating—” She felt Dean tense up beside her and Sam side-eyed his brother but she continued “-well, he was an asshole. A dickhead. A fucking son of a bitch.”

Sam chuckled. “That's quite a description.”

“Yeah. So I applied for this job in NYC and well…I got it—” her heart soared in her chest as she watched the brothers’ faces split into a huge grin “-but this moron of my ex-boyfriend decided to throw my insecurities to my face because he didn't want me to go to NYC.”

Now looking back, Y/N didn't know why she was sad. She was angry. No, she was pissed because how dare a pathetic little man order her around about whether or not she should work in New York. “He was worried that I wasn't too pretty for the NYC girls, that I was too soft to survive in a big city like New York—”

This time Dean chuckled. Because Y/N wasn't soft, she was a hunter. Born into a hunter family only to give it all up because she wanted a quieter life. But she knew how to fight, how to wield a gun. And she was pretty. Too pretty and even after four years of breaking up, Dean’s heart still skipped a beat when she called his name, looked at his face and he was still enamoured by her very existence.

“So I told him that I would leave his sorry ass,” Y/N’s lips trembled, “and he said it was going to be the best thing because I wasn't worth enough for him to fight for because I…I am ‘too much’ and I…I don't put an effort into being the woman a man wants, no…needs. And in that moment, I got so sad, I needed to see you. Because I missed you guys so much. I missed this where no one judged me or at least didn't use to until…well, I…yeah. So, this is how I showed up here.”

“You're always welcome here, Y/N. And I'm sorry, things haven't been…good for a few years but don't think for a second we will judge you or not let you back into our lives,” Dean’s hands had snaked back around her waist, pulling her closer while she continued, “Well, he was kinda right. Don't you think? I talk too much. Sometimes I go on a ramble. I don't watch my diet—”

“That son of a bitch body-shamed you?” Dean was seething.

“Yeah. And he said, I was too much of a work to stay with. I have always been told that I'm too much of a work but it still hurts—”

Dean said, “Well the guy is an idiot. You aren't too much of a work, sweetheart.”

Y/N, this ain't gonna work. You want me. I want you but you don't want this hunting life while THIS hunting is my life. This relationship is going to be so much of a work and with Cain on the loose, I don't think I can put that much effort in this. Y/N gave Dean a soft smile, “I don't want to bring up old memories but you also said that, pretty much four years back.”

Sam’s mouth fell open. “What the hell, Dean?”

“W-I? I was under the influence of the mark, Y/N and you knew it. I pushed away so many people. Letting you go was my biggest mistake. And I regret it because I still fucking love yo—” Dean’s mouth snapped shut.

And for the second time, Sam exclaimed, “What the hell, Dean?”

“Yo–love…what?” Y/N whispered.

Dean turned towards his brother, “Sammy.”

“Yeah.” Sam quickly stepped out of the room.

“Y/N. Letting you go was my biggest mistake and never calling you up was my biggest regret. I should have called because I still need you. And now I have this life. You know I start a new job next week? It's a construction but yeah. And it got me thinkin’ about you. Yeah. I was thinking how I fucked us over and never got to tell you the truth. I never got over us, you. I…I never wanted you to go—”

“I remember very clearly you throwing me out of the bunker and telling me never to contact you again. You know what, showing up tonight was my bigges—”

“Son of a bitch, I can't believe I'm fucking doin’ this,” Dean murmured.

“Wha–” The rest of the question turned into a squeak and Dean’s lips crashed into her. And then the thoughts crashed into him. Fuck.

Dean immediately jumped back from her. “I'm so sor—”

“If you dare to say sorry for this, I am telling Sammy to shoot you in your dick, asshole,” Y/N panted, “Fucking come, kiss me, you moron!”

“You sure? You just had a breakup and…”

Y/N looked at Dean, “I know. But Dean, I had kept loving you all along and maybe by some, heaven’s grace—”

“Jack’s grace.”

“Who’s Jack?”

“God. Well, new God. Jack had been living with us…its a long story for another time.”

“Yeah so, by Jack’s grace, maybe it's my second chance at being with you. Loving you.” Dean’s breath hitched at her words, “Your hands are tough, but they are where mine belong.”

So he walked up to her, and pulled her into a loving kiss. It was soft, eager and…just like old times.

They separated but their foreheads touched as they panted for air. “Second chance?” Dean asked

Y/N nodded, “Second chance.”

He smiled, “This time I'll leave no stones unturned to make this work. Because Y/N, sweetheart, you are worth everything.”

Oh boy, I'm kinda rusty XD

Let me know your thoughts! Comments are highly appreciated!

#supernatural #dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x y/n #dean x y/n #sam winchester

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coffeeghoulie · 6 months

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threw caution to the wind (got a lousy arm)

so I've been in a lil bit of a funk lately, and my brain went "dewther angst" so here we are. Title and some plot details taken from G.I.N.A.S.F.S. by Fall Out Boy.

Aether/Dew, but some references to polyghouls

Contains suicidal ideation and hurt/comfort, please be careful, and if you don't feel comfortable reading that do not feel obligated to read this. your mental health comes first <3.

3k of me putting Dewther into situations and I'm sorry (kind of)

When he had been summoned, Dew's eyes were blue. Bright, baby blue, a clean water, glacier streams, clear sky kind of blue. They had been his favorite part of this strange new vessel, this fragile, slender human form that had been gifted to him by the humans who summoned him. Aether had sung their praises too, sappy like that, lips pressed close to his ear as he stood behind him.

The worst part of recovering from his elemental transition had been the first time he looked in a mirror. That familiar blue was gone, burnt away to a dark brown that glinted amber when the light hit them right.

For some fucked-up reason, that had been the breaking point. It wasn't that half of his pack and his Papa were dead and gone. Not that complete strangers had been summoned to take their places. Not that the clergy had decided it was cheaper and easier to conduct an experimental ritual on him and change his element than summon a new fire ghoul. Not that he had been torn apart, lit on fire and rewritten. It wasn't that he no longer had access to his water magick, the element he had been born to, summoned in. It wasn't his gills or fins or tail being gone. It was that his eyes were different.

And when he stared at himself in the mirror for the first time since before his Papa had been dragged off stage, it was the last straw on the camel's back. Everything hit all at once, nothing held back their punches. He broke, so completely and in such jagged, tiny pieces, there slumped over the bathroom counter, where Aether and Mountain found him several hours later, cried out and exhausted.

No one's going to find him this time. He's in his own hotel room, the door locked and deadbolted, and leaning heavily on the bathroom vanity, hours after the band had checked in after this last Ritual. Mountain's in Rain's room, Aether thousands of miles away back at the Abbey.

The clergy had made him retire, replaced him with a new, younger ghoul, just as they had done to Sunshine. Aether and Sunny had promised they'd call every day when the band left on tour, just as assurance that nothing had happened to them while the rest of the pack and Papa were away.

Aether hasn't called yet today. Dew stares at his dark eyes in the mirror, the skin under them thin and bruised with lack of sleep. His hair hangs limp and stringy, damp from a rushed shower, and he can't be damned to brush it out or put it up. He feels small in a way he hasn't in years. He knows, Lucifer below he knows how hard it is to keep track of timezones, but it's getting close to the twenty fourth hour of radio silence and it's starting to wear on his nerves.

Dew will never say it out loud, but he's afraid. He glances down at his phone, waiting for the screen to light up with an incoming call. The phone screen is dark, the silence only rattling him more. Dew swallows, unlocking his phone and pressing the call button next to Aether's contact, pressing the phone to his unglamoured ear. It rings, and rings, and rings, and-

"This call has been forwarded to an automatic voice-"

Dew growls, hanging up on the robotic voice and storming out of the bathroom. He has enough sense of mind to fling his phone into the mattress instead of at the ceramic tile of the shower wall. "Fuck!" he snarls, tail lashing behind him as he paces the hotel room. The phone still doesn't ring.

He reaches out through their bond, but it's stretched too thin, like a rubber band pulled taut. Dew tries and tries and tries anyways to reach out for Aether, but all he can glean is that Aether's alive, and really, that doesn't mean too much when he and Sunny are stuck, trapped with a clergy capable of rewriting and destroying ghouls on a whim.

He feels his knees start to tremble, feels his heart tighten the way it did when he found out it was just him and Aether and Mountain left of their pack. He squeezes his dark eyes shut, wills his breath even, and grabs his phone, pulling on one of the shirts in his bag.

It stings when the fabric falls down his thighs, billowing around his thin arms, realizing with a curse that it's one of the old band tshirts he stole from Aether. It still smells like him, a little bit, underneath the cinnamon-smoke that is Dew, that familiar ozone and fresh air baked into the weave of the fabric.

He grabs his room key off of the dresser, shoving it in his pocket as he storms out of the room, letting the door latch behind him. Dew barely remembers to put his glamour back on before he leaves. He can't really bring himself to care, but he does it anyways, grey skin melting to a more acceptable human tone, ears, horns and tail melting away. As shitty as he feels, a scolding from Papa sounds even worse.

Dew slips into the stairwell at the end of the hall, climbing up and up and up and up until he finds the door to the roof access. It takes him a minute to pick the lock, but then he takes in a breath of fresh air, eyes slipping shut as he steps out onto the roof.

He swears to himself he's not going to do anything stupid. The next Ritual is in a day and a half, and as much as he misses having his whole pack near, having his mate with him at his side, he genuinely loves what he does, put in too much work to give it up. He leans out on the ledge, the concrete digging into his bony hips, looking out over the city.

It's so far up, he can barely hear the traffic down below. Dew glances up at the night sky, hoping to find some solace in the stars, in the way they remind him of Aether's eyes. But he forgets, so used to the darkness surrounding the Abbey, that the light pollution blots them out. Dew lets out a pathetic sob, doubling over as he braces himself on the ledge of the roof.

Trembling hands unlock his phone, hitting the call button again. "Please pick up, Aeth," Dew whispers, the wind covering up his words. "Aether, please."

The phone rings. And rings. And rings. Dew can hear his heart pound in his throat. Holds his breath until the scars where his gills once were ache.

"Your call has been forwarded to an-"

Dew screams. The wind carries the noise far away. It takes every ounce of self-restraint in him to keep from slamming his phone down on the concrete ledge. He clutches at the taut band of his and Aether's bond, eyes squeezed shut against the wind. He knows if he were quintessence instead of fire, he'd be able to know more, glean a little more information from the thread connecting them, but all he can feel is Aether's heart continuing to beat, see the faint outline of his shadow on the other end burned into his eyelids.

He doesn't know how long he's out there on the roof. The wind whips through his damp hair, the late night chill biting through Aether's shirt. It's so cold, and his fire can only do so much to keep him warm. If he had been summoned fire, if it had been his to begin with, would it have done more?

Dew sinks to his knees, the rough concrete scraping his skin through his pants. He waits for the inevitable, clinging to their bond and waiting to feel it snap. He knows that when it goes, when Aether goes, that's it. It will be what breaks him completely, with no hope of recovery. He's never been afraid of heights, he thinks as he gets one last glance at the traffic ten stories below.

His phone rings.

Dew startles, dropping it as he scrambles to answer. To his dismay, he accidentally hangs up the call, the contact picture of him and Aether laughing at some unheard joke disappearing. "Fuck, shit, fuck," Dew curses, rambling as his cold, stiff fingers try to dial again. "Satan fucking dammit!"

Thankfully, the phone rings again, and Dew presses it to his ear, actually accepting the call this time. "Aether," he sobs, the weight lifted from his shoulders so quickly it makes him dizzy.

"Sorry, love, things got a little hectic in the infirmary, couldn't call on time, I promise I didn't forget," Aether says, and even though his voice is a little tinny through the phone speakers, Dew sobs at the sound of it. Real, legitimate proof that he's alright. "Dew, love, are you crying?"

Dew shoves his fist into his mouth at the genuine concern in his tone, can picture the furrow in his brow, imagines a warm hand on his shoulder. His tears freeze on his windburnt cheeks.

"Dew, talk to me, baby," Aether says. "Baby, I can feel it, you're not doing good, are you baby?"

"No," Dew sniffles. "Aeth, you weren't answering. I, I thought-" He trails off, unable to put his worst fear to words.

"I know, baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to worry you," Aether whispers, and Dew presses the phone closer to his head so hard it hurts. Needs Aether's voice right in his ear, any further and he feels like he's going to lose it more than he already has. "Who are you with right now, Dew?"

"S'just me," Dew whimpers. He unglamours his tail, wrapping it tightly around himself. He presses his back up against the concrete ledge, drawing his knees to his chest. "Got a room to myself tonight."

"Baby, I can't really hear you, all I can hear is wind," Aether says, and Dew curses to himself as Aether's voice grows more and more concerned. "Dewey, where are you?"

Dew squeezes his eyes shut so tight it hurts. "I'm on the roof," he admits. "Came up here when I was waiting. I got scared, Aeth."

Aether curses. "Dew, please tell me you weren't-"

Dew feels the faintest brush of quintessence down their bond, laughing wetly at the familiar sensation that only makes his heart hurt more. "Aether, I haven't done anything yet," he says, scrubbing under his eyes with the sleeves of Aether's shirt.

"Yet?" Aether says, unable to hide the panic in his voice. "Dewey, don't you dare."

"Aether," Dew says, voice cracking hard. "I thought the clergy had you. I thought I was about to feel it break. And if you went, I was going to follow you. Aether, if you go, I go."

"Oh, Dew," Aether says, and Dew hates the way he can hear Aether's voice tremble, hates that it's his fault. "Dewdrop, I need you to get down from the roof, okay?"

"I don't want to, Aeth," Dew whispers. There's a lump in his throat that won't go away no matter how many times he swallows. "Aeth, I was so scared, I'm still so scared. I went to look at the stars but I can't see them and I don't want to lose you."

There's silence for half a second, Aether's voice a little quieter, like he's moved the phone away from his mouth. "Sunny, call Mountain for me? Right now," Aether calls out. He sounds scaredin a way he hasn't heard since his transition, when things weren't looking too good for him, and Dew hates himself for making his mate feel like that again. "Tell him to get up to the roof as soon he can, Dew's up there alone and he's not doing real good right now."

"Dewey," Aether says, voice clear as he puts the phone back to his ear. "Can you keep talking to me, baby? I need you to keep talking. Need to hear your voice, baby boy. It scares me when you go quiet."

"I'm sorry for scaring you, Aeth," he says, shivering as the wind kicks up again. "I hate this so fucking much."

"I know, darling, I hate this too," Aether says, tone level and even, and Dew thanks the Father Below that at least one of them can stay rational in this moment. Dew tightens his grip on their bond, claws digging into the palm that's not holding the phone. The smell of copper hits the air, rushed away by the wind.

"Aeth, I miss you so much. It hurts so much, I'm spending every moment waiting to feel it break," Dew says, the tears starting up again as he imagines it, the snap and recoil of a bond stretched so tight it bursts, the searing, unimaginable pain of knowing what happened, of being unable to do anything about it.

"Nothing is going to happen to me, Dewey, I swear on my life," Aether promises, and Dew cries out.

"Don't. Not on your life," he sniffles, drawing his tail tighter around himself. "Promise on anything else, Aeth. I cannot fucking lose you. I won't survive it."

"I know, Dew," Aether tries to soothe him, wants to wrap his mate up in a tight embrace and never let him go, but what good is wanting when he's on the other side of the world? "I can't lose you either, Dew. It would break me if you were gone. I'm no good without you."

Dew stiffens, the spade of his tail smacking against his shins as it lashes back and forth.

"Dew?" Aether asks, sending more traces of quintessence down the bond, seeking out whatever contact he can. "Dew, baby, I need you to talk to me."

"M'still here," Dew says, whining into the receiver. "I'm sorry, Aether, really didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay, baby," Aether says, and Dew can almost feel a warm caress across his cheek, imagines Aether's thumb wiping away his tears. "Mountain's coming up to get you, darling. I really don't want you to be alone right now, okay? It's not that I don't trust you, love, but it will make me feel better knowing you're with the pack."

"I, I wanna be with you, Aeth," Dew sniffles, almost snorting as he clears the snot from his nose. "I wanna go home."

"I know, Dewdrop," Aether whispers, and Satan, he sounds so tired. Dew digs his claws into the meat of his palm, hates himself for making his mate worry. "Can I spoil a little surprise for you and the pack, darling?"

Dew straightens, trilling sadly. "What?"

"Me and Sunny are coming out for a Ritual, love," Aether says, and Dew's ears perk up, flicking against his skull. "The one a week from now?"

"Uh-huh?" Dew says, reaching up with the hand not holding the phone, grabbing a big handful of Aether's shirt, white knuckling the fabric until the neckline pulls uncomfortably at his throat. "Really?"

"Yeah, baby, you don't have to wait too much longer, okay?" Aether says.

Dew laughs, wiping away the last few remaining tears as the roof access door opens. Dew snaps his head over towards Mountain as he steps out onto the roof, wincing as the cold air hits him. He's in his pajamas and human glamour, and he looks around frantically until he sees Dew, a worried expression fading into pure relief.

"Hey, droplet," Mountain says, taking two long strides until he's crouching at Dew's side, cupping his cheek with a big hand. He winces as he feels how cold Dew's skin is. "You wanna come inside with me?"

Dew nods, leaning into Mountain's touch, rubbing his cheek against his calloused palm.

"Is that Mountain, baby?" Aether asks, and Dew nods, forgetting that Aether can't actually see him do it.

"I'm here, nova. I've got him," Mountain says, voice low and rumbling.

There's a sigh of relief through the phone loud enough for Mountain to hear. "Thank you, Mount. I can't thank you enough."

"I know, Aeth, thank you. Firefly, you wanna get up for me?"

Dew stumbles to his feet, still clutching the phone to his ear as Mountain slings an arm around Dew's waist, pulling him close to him. "Me and Rain have the bed all nice and warm, you want to spend the night with us, firefly?"

"That sounds nice, junie," Dew whispers, letting Mountain lead him down the stairs.

"I'm gonna stay on the line with you, okay, darling?" Aether says, voice crackling a little with the shitty signal in the stairwell. "Not going anywhere. You've got me."

Dew takes a deep breath as Mountain leads him to his room, where Rain and a warm bed are waiting. "I've got you," he whispers. "I love you so much, Aether."

Aether laughs a little, and despite everything, Dew smiles. "I love you too, Dew."

They stand in front of Mountain's room, the earth ghoul rummaging through the pocket of his pajama pants for the card. He swipes them in and leads Dew to the nest he and Rain have managed to make of the beds, two queens that they've pushed together, piling the bedding and pillows and arranging them comfortably. Rain's dozing, starfished out over the mattresses, snoring softly, their gills rippling with each breath.

Dew rubs his cheek against Mountain's arm as Aether keeps whispering comforts into his ear. He sets his phone down on the pillows before crawling in next to Rain, who, even unconscious, latches on to him. Mountain drapes a long arm over the both of them, sandwiching Dew in between their warmth. He snuggles into the blankets, reaching for his phone.

"Good night, Aether," he whispers. "I love you so much."

He can almost hear Aether's smile. "Love you too, Dewdrop. I'll see you soon."

Dew's eyelids grow heavy, and he smiles. "See you real soon."

#one of my biggest flexes is that I was there for ginasfs live debut #dot's writing #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #dewther #tw sucidal ideation #aether/dewdrop

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shimmerystyles · 1 year

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Skate to me, baby. - Harry x Ice Skater!Y/N

Summary: Harry is dragged to private ice skating lessons by his very controlling girlfriend Maisy. After their first lesson, Harry finds himself mesmerized by Y/N practicing after their lesson. An awkward first encounter turning into a sappy love story? Wilder things have happened.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: welcome to my first series! i'm not sure how many parts I want this to be, however, I am so so so excited that I am finally doing this! i've had this idea for awhile but i'm excited to write this! lets hope you all hold me accountable! hehe

warnings: nothing? maybe a swear or two?

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"Maisy, I forgot my water bottle. One sec." Harry cuts himself off as he watches a girl skate around to one of his songs.

'Who is this girl?' Harry thought to himself, watching the girl spin in the air and land so gracefully.

Y/N abruptly halts herself as she sees someone watching her from the stands. "Sorry this is a closed rehearsal." She says skating herself closer, slowing herself down as she recognizes the boy watching her.

"HARRY! LETS GO!" Maisy yells from the arena entrance.

He shakes his head as if breaking from a trance.

"Sorry about that, maybe next time I'll have a chance to view. See you around Ms.-"

"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N"

He smiles. "Good to meet you, Y/N. I'm Harry. See you around."

You walked into the arena, skates over your shoulder, gym bag on the other one and you made your way to the locker room to get dressed for your rehearsal for regionals.

You prided yourself on being self-coached. It wasn't something most skaters did as it didn't get them opportunities like competing but you had made a name for yourself through social media and had an agent that signed you up and got you invites for competitions. Regionals is around the corner and you were nervous as usual but today was just a run through of your routine a few times, as well as get your content for the upcoming weekend.

"Yes, Maisy! Harry, keep marching in place! You look great!"

Harry rolled his eyes as he was marching with his arms out as his girlfriend broke out a huge smile at the instructor.

"Come on, is this really all we're going to do? I know the basics already, sir." Harry protested as he continued to move his arms in circles.

"Babe, don't start. Sorry, Mr. Cavalier, I don't know why he's acting this way." Maisy bats her eyes and Harry rolls his once again.

"Not a problem, Miss Willis. I know the basics are tedious but there apart of the lesson plan we have agreed upon and unfortunately, I can't skip steps."

The clock hits 3 o'clock. Lesson over.

You walked up to the stands near the exit and start getting your skates on, watching the couple on the ice skating over to the carpeted exit.

"Thanks again, Mr. Cavalier!" Maisy winked. "Please, call me Mark." He cups the small of her back and you roll your eyes. Mark was flirty sure, but, in front of this girls boyfriend? Come on.

"Yeah, Mark. See you next week." Harry spat and Mark pulled his arm away right away.

You watched them walk off the ice and took your opportunity to take to the carpet to get yourself ready to go. You had the remote that controlled the music in your hands and pressed play. 'She' by Harry Styles was your song for regionals. You knew the judges were a younger group this round and if you didn't take home first place, at least you'd go home with people's choice.

You started your routine and shut your focus on the surrounding sounds off. Your mind stuck to the ice, your footwork and the natural glide of your body on the ice.

"Maisy, I forgot my water bottle. One sec." Harry cuts himself off as he watches a girl skate around to one of his songs.

'Who is this girl?' Harry thought to himself, watching the girl spin in the air and land so gracefully.

"HARRY! LETS GO!" Maisy yells from the arena entrance.

He shakes his head as if breaking from a trance.

"Sorry about that, maybe next time I'll have a chance to view. See you around Ms.-"

"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N"

He smiles. "Good to meet you, Y/N. I'm Harry. See you around."

He walks off and leaves you with a red flush on your face. You go back to your routine and Harry takes one more look over at you, a small smile forming as you turn and move so perfectly.

"Damn." He says to himself.

"HARRY LETS GO! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR DINNER!"

Harry turns back around to his very, very impatient girlfriend and leave the arena with Maisy talking nonsense to him as he follows behind, his mind stuck on the skater he's just met. He's never been so mesmerized before, especially by someone who he'd only had a 2 minute interaction with.

"HARRY."

He shakes his head. "Yeah, Mais?"

"Pay attention, we've got a big dinner tonight! My parents are expecting us to show up and show out. Got it?" She looks down at her phone, ticking away with those long acrylic nails she always has.

Harry hates those nails.

As he turns to look out the window, his mind wanders back to Y/N. He smiles to himself as he watches the road fly by.

"Y/N, darling. That's exquisite!" Your agent, Liza came up to the carpet and you skated over to her as she continued your praises.

"Now, you're obligated to be at an event tonight. You'll meet the donors for this competition and I expect you to be dressed and address these people well. I know you won't disappoint me, you never do." She pats your arm and you nod agreeing with her.

"Yes of course, I will be on my best behaviour." You flash a smile.

"Good girl. I'll see you tonight. Don't skate too long now." She winks and walks off, leaving you to skate around for awhile longer.

You adjust your dress as you exit the town car, staring at the entrance to the gala. Swallowing the lump in your throat to avoid any voice cracks, you take a deep breath and make your way inside.

Immediately you're greeted at the entrance, everyone congratulating you on qualifying for regionals. You nod and give your thanks but quickly rush yourself out of there. You weren't the social type and any event like this you were ready to go as fast as you arrived.

"Hey, Y/N!" Another skater waves you down and you start to walk over to them, but not before bumping into someone as you get distracted by another person calling you over.

"HEY! WATCH IT!" A high pitched voice squeals. You whip yourself around and see it's the same girl from the skating rink.

"I'm so so sorry! I wasn't paying attention!" She holds her hand out to you. "Just watch yourself next time, weirdo." She turns back to the guy she's with and hooks arms with him again. He turns his head and you catch his gaze.

"Y/N?" he smiles. The girl looks up at Harry and gives him furrowed brows, gripping his arm more. "You KNOW this girl?" She spits. You rub your arm, feeling the anxiety grow.

"Yeah babe, she skates at the same arena we take lessons at. She was doing a routine to one of my songs." He warmly smiles at you and you feel your cheeks growing warmer.

"Hmm. That's nice I guess" She says, eyeing you up and down.

"I-I should go, my friends are waiting." You turn and you feel Harry's gaze piercing into your back.

"Enjoy your night, Y/N." He says as you fast walk away from the two. Maisy slaps Harry's arm and he rubs his arm in pain. "What was that for, Mais?"

"Keep your eyes on me, Harry. You're mine."

He rolls his eyes. "I'm not property, Maisy." He brushes her arm off and walks to their table. Maisy stares at him, fists clenched, grumbling behind him to the table.

"Hey, Y/N! Ignore her, that's Maisy Willis. Her dad is some big shot donor but she's a total nepotism princess."

You just shrugged and took a sip of your water.

"Ladies and Gentleman, thank you for being here tonight to celebrate the qualifiers, their coaches, and sponsors. It's going to be a wonderful evening ahead."

You sighed softly.

Only 4 more hours to go.

As more and more suited up men and well dressed women came up to make meaningless speeches, you felt yourself start to get antsy.

"I'm gonna go to the bar and grab a drink, want anything?" You ask your seat mate. "Whatever you're having, thanks." You nod and get up to go to the bar.

"And speaking of incredible qualifiers, there's one standing now! Miss Y/N Y/L/N! One of the best in the country!"

The spotlight hits your face and you squint in surprise but flash a shy smile as the audience cheers and claps for you. You just wave and hope the attention will move from you as soon as possible.

"Miss Y/L/N, it's a pleasure to have you here tonight."

You nod and mouth a thank you as the speaker changes his subject again. You breathe out heavily as you had been holding your breath the whole time out of fear. This was not your scene and that definitely warranted you a drink or eight.

"Two Somersby's please." You say as you approach the bar.

"Make it three." A voice behind you cuts in. You turn and it's Harry once again, this time unaccompanied.

"Soooo, best in the country, huh?" He smirks.

You rub your arm. "One of the best I suppose... but I don't see myself that way. I can always improve." You turn to face the crowd, Harry coming up to you, leaning on the bar. "From what I saw, you were pretty."

Your eyes widened and he coughed. "Perfect. Pretty perfect. You know your, your technique." He rubs the back of his head and you were convinced your face was red.

"T-thanks." You say shyly.

"Three Somersby's, Mr. Styles." He grabs his and shot you a wink.

"See you next week, Ms. Y/L/N"

"Next week?" You ask confused.

"My lessons with Maisy. Hope I run into you again." He smiles and raises his glass. "Cheers."

As he walks away you feel like your hearts falling into your stomach.

This is going to be a weird season.

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woop woop TIME FOR A FULL ON SERIES KIDDOS!

I'm so excited about this!!

next part will be out soon!<3 (and will be longer :D)

#hs #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles one shot #harry styles writing #harry styles masterlist #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #hs imagine #hs one shot #hs fanfiction #harry styles fluff #skater!harry #lexi writes #lexi speaks #hs writing

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bittybeanie · 1 year

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next time, now (reigen x reader)

oh boy folks have i got a doozy for you- this is part 2 of my aspec reigen adventures, pretty much meant to directly follow after the first one, which you can find here, but you can also read it on its own! this one has slightly less feelings and double the sexy times, but also still some feelings because i think that's my trademark at this point. you technically still don't get to boink the conman but, just, i promise you'll like it. we'll get there. have faith in me.

featuring reigen discovering he actually does feel attraction, uhh a few tiny doses of cum related kinks, and a scene where reigen jacks it in the shower, heavily inspired by this audio of his va. please god wear headphones.

also on ao3!

"Maybe next time."

"Maybe next time it is, then." You lean up to meet him for a kiss, sighing with content against his lips as he lowers you back down to the bed. "You're a good kisser. Maybe we should just do this instead. Forever, maybe." Your fingers tangle in his hair as you pull him down, and he scrambles to catch himself before he lands on you.

"Woah, there."

"Mm, sorry, sorry. Just extra clingy today." You look a bit sheepish, but it doesn't stop you from peppering kisses along his jaw, up toward his ear, across his cheek, then back to his lips.

"Here, sit up, then." Reigen lays his hands on your hips, guiding you to scoot back and lean against the headboard. He slots one leg between yours, effectively straddling your thigh, and tilts forward to press a kiss to your collarbone. "This okay? Or just regular kisses?"

"Yes. Any. All." You let out a breathy chuckle and drop your hand to his shoulder as your eyelids flutter, threatening to close. "Just want you to keep touching me."

One hand slides up to your waist, and his grip tightens.

"Not-! I mean, you don't- not like- just, in general, I meant. I'm not expecting- y-you've already-"

"Hey, hey, I got it. Relax." His hand on your waist moves up to cup the back of your neck, and he presses his forehead to yours. "Relax."

"R-right." You smooth your thumb up and down his shoulder, squeezing lightly. "Just making sure you knew."

"It's not like I mind, either. If you wanted me to." His thumb slides down your hip, and his fingertips trace across the top of your thigh. "Isn't that the whole point?"

You catch his hand. "N-no? Is that really what you-?" You shift so that you're sitting more upright, and your knee bumps against his side. "The point isn't the action itself, it's... The point is that it's you."

"...Oh."

He starts to move his hand down again. You lock your fingers together and pull your conjoined hands up between your chests.

"Oi."

"But-"

"I'm trying to prove a point here, y'know?" He rolls his eyes, and he squeezes your hand.

"You're so stubborn."

"Sometimes." You shrug one shoulder, making no effort to hide your grin. "Like you aren't, though."

"Hmm." His eyebrows pinch together, and he knocks his forehead against yours again. "Sometimes."

"I just wanna keep kissing for a little bit. Like a wind down, y'know? That's enough." He nods, but he doesn't seem convinced. "Hey, Arataka. You are enough."

He blinks. Something heavy and stifling shifts in his body, falling away to be replaced by something light and clear, and it's like he's seeing you for the first time again. His breath catches in his throat, and his eyelids flutter, and his hand twitches on your hip. Heat rises to his face, collects in his chest, makes his arms tense and his stomach curl, and he's suddenly very aware of just how much of your personal space he's allowed to occupy every day without question, how many times you've leaned into his hand on your shoulder, let him drape himself across your shoulders or kiss you without a second thought.

Does he.... want to...?

"You okay? Was... was that too sappy?"

"Yes. No! I mean, I'm okay. It was fine." He's overcome all at once with the need to run as far away as he can and the need to pull you against him and never let go. His body is fighting with his brain and he realizes that he's been gawking at you for far longer than acceptable, his arm moving on autopilot so fiercely he's surprised he hasn't smacked one of you in the face already. "Let's... let's lay down."

"Okay! Yeah, of course." Your hand slides off his shoulder to let him roll off of you. "You... know you have to move to lay down, right?"

He jolts off the bed in what seems like one motion, leaving you blinking at the empty space in front of you. "Right, of course, I was just- y'know!"

You do not know.

You lean over the edge of the bed and fumble for your shirt and underwear, slipping them on so you can slide your legs under the covers. "Are you sure you're okay? If I made you un-"

"No! Nonono, you- nothing's wrong. I'm fine. Great, even." He must realize the way he's frantically rubbing at the back of his neck isn't very convincing, because he lets his arm fall limp at his side and softens his voice. "I promise. Just a lot happening at once."

You squint as you consider him. He rocks back onto his heels and spins, looking around the floor in the same way you'd scan for a lost item. He wipes his hands on his sides and sits back on the bed, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he lifts up the covers.

"I promise. I'm fine."

"Alright. Alright, fine, but tell me the minute you aren't. Always."

"Roger." As soon as you get settled, his hand is back on your waist. "Kissing still good?"

"Of course."

You kiss him until your eyes start to stay closed between kisses, until your hand starts to slide off his face, until you're too sleepy to keep track of how much noise you're making, humming against his lips and letting out little gasps every time he pulls away, scrambling to keep a hold on his shoulder to keep him close, whining when he takes too long to kiss you again.

Once he's sure you're asleep, he presses one last kiss to your forehead. He untangles your arm from over his chest, slides his leg out ever so slowly until his foot hits the floor, then the other foot, and he gently lowers your arm to the bed. He backs into the hallway, watching for signs of you stirring, and softly closes the door.

He lets himself get used to the idea before anything else. He's about to jerk off. To you. In your bathroom. While you're sleeping in the other room. And that's totally fine. You would be fine with it. He's fine with it.

...Right?

His shirt makes a quiet fwump sound as he drops it to the floor, and he panics before he realizes there's absolutely no way you could have heard it.

Okay. He can do this. He just needs to calm down.

He debates putting his shirt back on, giving up and trying again somewhere less paranoia inducing, but he knows if he doesn't ride the wave he might not get this brave again.

Above all else, he just wants to.

He decides to press on, almost scratching himself as he jabs his thumbs into the waistband of his pajama pants and shoves. He listens again, and he takes a deep breath.

His eyes settle on the shower, and he realizes that having an excuse to be naked would be helpful, so he tosses his boxers onto the pile of clothes and carefully steps in. His eyes adjust to the dark as he pulls the curtain slowly shut behind him, and he fights to listen past his own shaky pants.

The coast is clear. It's now or never.

He rests his hand flat on his stomach. His fingers drum against his skin. He takes a few shaky breaths and waits for himself to move, paradoxically still as his body hums with nervous excitement.

Just... reach. That's all he has to do - reach down ever so slightly. He does this all the time. The only thing different is the setting. And the fact that you're sleeping in the other room. His nails dig in as he clenches his fist without realizing, and he gasps as he forces his hand to relax.

You would... you always kept your hand in his hair.

He reaches up with his other hand and threads his fingers through his hair, balling his fist loosely. The hand against his stomach uncurls, and his fingertips brush against the top of his dick. He shudders, and his hand tightens in his hair.

Okay, maybe it's been longer than he thought.

He leans back against the wall, jolting slightly from the cold, and he lets himself imagine you.

He pictures your face as you came - no, as he made you come - your eyelashes fluttering as your eyes rolled up, your eyebrows pinched together, your mouth slack as his name tumbled out of it like a prayer. And oh, god, how wonderful you had sounded, breathy and whiny as you fought to get any sound out, so overwhelmed that the only thought you could summon was of him. He remembers the feel of your skin, how smooth it had been under his hands, how your thighs felt pressed against the sides of his face, the weight of your ankle on his back as you damn near suffocated him.

God, he would have let you.

His nails dig into his scalp, and his breath comes out in stifled pants as he slides his hand over his cock. He chokes back a moan as his wrist twists on the way down, and he can hear the precum drip onto the shower floor. He swears and takes a step forward, angling himself back toward the wall.

It's... fine. It's good. But something's missing.

How would you...? You always touch him so gently at first, like he's fragile and precious, and cling to him later, like you're trying to ground yourself to the very source of your light-headedness.

He takes his hand out of his hair and lets his fingernails brush against his collarbone, imagines they're your breath against his neck, or maybe a trail of kisses like the ones you always leave when you're trying to pull him away from his desk. He bucks his hips into his hand, letting his grip go loose enough that he can just barely feel it, then tightens it with every thrust, until he's holding back whimpers and the movement becomes a desperate rut.

He's not quite ready to imagine that it's you he's fucking - he's fairly sure he'd be a goner immediately based on how tight you've been around his fingers every time - but he can imagine it's your hand instead of his own. There's no spike of anxiety, no guilt, no panic like he was worried there might be; there's just a dull rush of pleasure as his eyes slide closed and his head knocks back against the shower wall.

"Shit."

He slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle the last of his moans, too far gone to care about the way the sound echoes, as his hips tilt forward and he comes across his fingers, most of it splattering onto his stomach. He panics when he feels it about to run off his hand, swiping his hand up his stomach to collect what's left and bringing it to his face.

He freezes, fingers still in his mouth, as he realizes what just happened.

He slides down the wall, breathing out a chuckle as he wipes his hand on his thigh, and decides he might as well shower after all.

You're just starting to stir when he wanders back into the bedroom with damp hair. When he slides back under the covers, you reach for him on instinct, burying your face in his chest.

"You smell nice."

"It's your soap."

"Oh. Explains why it's familiar."

"I took a shower. I hope that's okay."

"Mhm. What's mine is yours." He drapes a hand over your waist, pulling you closer. You force your eyes open, not quite awake, but not willing to go back to sleep until you ask him something. "Hey, are you- is this really okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's just... something I've been thinking about, I guess." You lean back just far enough to make eye contact. "I don't know, I feel a little selfish sometimes. To be the only one..."

"You're not." He presses a kiss to your forehead. "You're not selfish." You're not the only one, either, he wants to admit, but the words get stuck in his throat. "Not that being selfish is always a bad thing, but... I'm having a good time, too. Don't worry."

"Yeah?"

He wipes his hand on his thigh, and he reaches up to hold your cheek.

"Yeah."

Your head flops back onto the pillow as he sets your leg down, and you hear him shuffling around at the foot of the bed.

"Fuck, you're incredible." The only response you get is more shuffling, so you prop yourself up on one elbow to find him leaning over the side of the bed, reaching for something on the floor.

"Sorry. I lost your shirt."

"Pfft. Course we did." He tosses it to you as he rights himself. You slip it over your head and scoot over so he can climb under the covers next to you.

"What about you? Next time?" Reigen thinks he'd be offended - or maybe embarrassed - if anybody else had said it, but there's no malice in your tone, not even really any hint of teasing, just a genuine desire to make sure you know what he wants. He laughs and pulls the blankets over his shoulders, ignoring the heat radiating through his body as he makes his decision.

"Maybe."

"Perfect." You lean over him to press a kiss to his cheek before laying down, shoving one arm under the pillows to get it out of the way and draping the other arm loosely across his waist. He reaches behind him to take your hand in his, intertwining your fingers and guiding you to lay your arm between the two of you. His lips brush against the back of your hand, and you can feel his smirk. "I love you so much, you know that?"

"So you've said." He leans across your hands to kiss your forehead. "Love you, too."

You hum and let your eyes slide closed, focusing on the way you can feel his breath across your fingers, hear his hair on the pillowcase and the sheets rustling as he settles in, smell his cheap cologne and the faint remnants of smoke.

You're on the edge of sleep when you hear him again, shifting slightly, so quiet you think you might have imagined it.

"That first night..."

"Mm?" He squeezes your hand tighter when you go to rub your eyes, so you settle for blinking a few extra times. "Which first night?"

"When we came home and you- well, shoved isn't quite the right word, but-"

"Ohh, you mean when I threw myself at you because you were so hot?"

"You throw yourself at me all the time."

"Because you're hot all the time." You look him up and down with an exaggerated wink, and he gives you a half-hearted glare. "I know what you're talking about, though. What about it?"

"You said you... had something in mind for me, and- well, I've been curious."

"I did?" You do your best to replay your memory of that night. "I guess I did, didn't I?" He hums. You can't read his expression. "Well, honestly, I didn't have anything specific I was thinking of. Or, I guess, if I did I don't remember what."

"Then..."

"I don't know, I was just going with the flow. I mean it's- you were- I panicked! I wasn't expecting to make it that far!"

"Fair enough." He shifts again, and his foot brushes against yours. "But if you had to pick something..."

"Reigen. Darling. Arataka, my love. Light of my life, my moon and my stars." He blinks at you, shifting his gaze to look past you, then at you again.

"...Huh?"

"Are you asking me to in-person sext you right now?"

"What?! N-no, I'm just-!"

"I will, if you want. I mean we practically do that-" You sling your leg over his hip to pull him closer, and something pokes you in the thigh, stopping your words in their tracks. Both of you freeze at the same time, each waiting for the other to move.

"You-"

"I-"

"You're hard."

"...Yeah."

"I'm gonna move my-"

"No!" He reaches for your waist just as you start to pull back. "Y-you can stay."

"Well, this is a new development." You're struggling to keep your voice even for his benefit, trying not to scare him away, but you sound a little breathier than you'd like.

"Um. Yeah. I'm so sorry." His fingers drum against the small of your back.

"Why are you sorry?"

"I'm... I don't know. It's-" His brain shuts off in self-preservation, letting his thoughts tumble out with no filter. "It's not new. Basically every time we... it's not that I don't want you to- it's just- I wasn't ready to think about it? But you're always so h- I mean, when you- I like... seeing you, so I've always- I just wasn't ready to... have to worry about me at the same time? I guess? It's-"

"Whoa, hey, okay. Okay, slow down." He snaps his mouth shut. "Lemme get this straight." He nods. "The concept of it is good, but being involved is still a little overwhelming. Is basically... what I picked out of that."

"Mm, that too, but- How do I phrase this?" His grip tightens on your side, and he stares at your neck as he attempts to gather his thoughts and feelings into something he can express. "It's... not about the action, it's about you." He echoes your words from the other day, and it's all you can do not to grab his face and drown him in kisses. "The part I enjoy is... you. So, it's not that I want you to touch me, exactly, it's that I just want..." He trails off, staring at your lips.

"Me?"

"Yeah." You slide your leg off him and shift, trying to reel in your imagination by getting comfy again, but you can still feel him against your thigh.

"How did I not notice this before now?"

"I didn't give you a chance. I just went and, uh, took care of it."

"...You did?" He hesitates as he decides how much he wants to admit, already feeling like he gave away too much. Your eyes narrow. "Wait, is that why you disappeared the other night and took a shower?" His shoulders tense when you draw air quotes around "took a shower."

"Um."

"Reigen, did you jack off in my shower?"

"W- uh."

"You did, didn't you?"

"Maybe. Look, I'm-"

"That's hot."

"...What?" The question comes out in a gasp of air. His eyes are unfocused, darting from your wide eyes to your smirk, to the wall behind you and back.

"Did you think about me?" You roll onto your stomach, propping your head up on your arms.

"...What else would I think about?"

"You wanna do it again? Jack off, I mean. Not- I mean, you can use my shower if you want, but... but you could stay."

His hand slides down toward his waistband, settling over his hip. His hips twitch almost imperceptibly, only detectable by the rustling of the blankets, and his fingertips press down to ground himself. He considers you, your teeth pressing into your bottom lip, your chest rising and falling with your measured breathing.

He rolls onto his back. His thumbs push the waistband of his pants down, just far enough for his cock to spring out, and he shudders at the friction of the sheets against the tip. He wraps his hand around the base, and he lets out a low moan.

"Fuck." He glances over at you. "Sorry, sorry, don't mind me. I'll- I'll keep quiet."

"S'fine. I like hearing you talk."

"I know, but then I can't hear you."

"You want to hear me?"

"God, yes. Can I see you?" He nods and moves to sit up, leaning against the headboard as you kneel beside him to flip the covers back. His hand stutters a little, but he keeps going, and you drink in the sight of him. His hair sticks up against the headboard, and his ears are starting to tint pink, and he's biting his lip to muffle himself but it's not working, his eyebrows pulling together every time a stifled whine forces its way out between harsh pants. You trail your gaze down, lingering for a moment on his hips as you fight for composure, pointedly ignoring the way you're having to press your thighs together to distract yourself.

"God, I want that in my mouth." It's only when you notice his hand has stopped moving that you realize you were talking out loud. You rush to cover your mouth. "S- I- sorry, I didn't even think before I said that. Jesus."

"Did you..." His thumb slides along the top of his dick as he tightens his grip, and your gaze follows the beads of precum as they roll down. You swallow thickly. "Did you mean it?"

"Very. Yes. A lot." You shift awkwardly, hands resting on your thighs. He pauses to kick his pajama pants off.

"Y'know, you've talked all about the things you want me to do to you, but... not so much about what you'd do to me." He's holding eye contact now, looking at you through his eyelashes as his head tips back, and you fight the urge to look away, your desire to memorize every detail of his face much stronger than your embarrassment.

"Uh, hah, well, I-I wasn't sure what you'd like." Your face heats up, and you grab a handful of the sheets.

"Neither am I. Try me."

"It's..." You're struggling to think of anything other than how badly you want him to fuck you on the nearest surface with him holding your gaze like that.

"I've liked everything else you've said so far."

"Uh, w- um, I- I, you, oh god. Give me a second." You run a hand through your hair and finally break, looking away toward his collarbone, listening to his breathing get faster and faster. "Can I... Can I kiss you?"

He squirms, hips jerking upward.

"Yes. Please."

You scoot closer, your knee bumping into his hip when you reach across him to put your hand down on the bed for balance.

"This okay?"

He cups the back of your neck and pulls you in, whining into your mouth as his thumb runs across his slit. Eventually, you pull away with a gasp, and you press your forehead to his. His hair sticks to you, coated in sweat, and you breathe out a laugh before you let yourself look down again.

"Fuck, you're pretty. So glad I get to see you like this. You look so good. If you catch me staring into space tomorrow, this is what I'm thinking about. Just so you know." His hips buck again, and he forces them back down to the bed, slowing his pace to catch his breath.

"Think you'd look even prettier with marks, though. Not that... it would be a good idea to leave any, but I can dream. Maybe on your hips? Or your thighs..." You adjust yourself so your knee presses against his thigh, and he chokes out your name.

"You know what else might be fun?" You reach around to the back of your neck to take his hand. He lets you guide his arm to his side, leaning into it to hold his hand to the bed. "Not letting you touch me."

"W-why?"

"Well, based on this, I just think it would be fun to watch you squirm. Especially if you let me suck that perfect dick of yours and couldn't control how fast I went? I could tease you forever and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it." His eyes slide closed as he whines, long and low, and you press a kiss to his shoulder. "Ooh, although... I'd let you come on my face, if you wanted. Doesn't that sound fun? Stroking yourself just like you are now and coming on my tongue? All over my face? God, I'd want you to cover me. Do you come a lot at once, or would you have to do it a couple times, I wonder?"

"Shit, you're- you-."

"Want me to stop?"

"No."

"Good. Seems like you're close."

He manages a nod. "What else?"

"I'd love to ride you."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm. Seems like your hips move a lot, and it would be super hot to feel you pushing up into me at the same time as me fucking your brains out." His hand twitches under your weight, still pressed to the bed, and you lean back to let him move. He just reaches for your hand again. "Plus, I know how much you love holding onto my hips."

"M'so close."

"I know, baby. You're almost there. I wanna see you come so bad." His moans are short and clipped, his head tipped back, face flushed as he speeds up and rolls his hips into his fist. "Can you do that? Can you come for me? Please, god, you look so perfect. Sound so fucking good. Fuck, please, Arataka, I wanna make you come so fucking bad, please, please, for me."

His back arches off the bed as he comes with a choked gasp, fist tight as he keeps fucking up into his hand. He catches most of it on his fingers, but some drips onto the sheets when his hips drop back down, panting and whining as he shakes from the force of it. You commit every second to memory - each of his reactions, every sound, every shiver and twitch of his hand - as you grind a hand down between your thighs, trying to keep your own arousal at bay.

His hand lands beside him with a dull thump, fingers curling to avoid getting the bed any stickier than it already is. You gently lift his wrist, supporting his arm with your other hand to bring his fingertips to your face. You press a kiss to the tip of his finger. "May I?"

He laughs, and he nods.

"What's so funny? You didn't think I was serious?" You swirl your tongue around his fingers and suck, reveling in the shiver that runs through his body.

"No, just, last time when I, um. I panicked and kinda... did the same thing." He laughs again and slides down the bed, head ending up back where it started on the pillow. You set his arm back down beside him. "I was so worried about not making a mess that I just..."

"So what you're really saying is you still won't mind if I kiss you?" You swipe your hand along what's left on the blankets, bringing your hand back to your mouth.

"Absolutely not." You run tongue up your palm and swallow before wiping your hand on the bed behind you. "I will mind if we don't wash the sheets, though."

"In the morning. For now, I'm gonna cuddle the hell out of you."

"Works for me." You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, then his cheek, and finally to his lips. He sighs and leans up into you, chasing you as you sit back up.

"Do you need water or anything first?"

"No, m'fine."

"You sure?"

"Mhm." You start to protest, but his eyes are already closing, and you're pretty sure he might already be asleep by the time you make it to the kitchen and back.

"Alright." You slide back onto your side, fumbling for the edge of the sheets to pull them over your shoulders. "You really are incredibly sexy, you know?"

"Mkay."

"And you know we don't actually have to do any of that, right? I was just talking."

"Mhm." He rolls to face you. "I want to, though."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Next time."

You laugh and pull him against you, pressing one last kiss to his nose as he drifts off, his hand stopped in the middle of reaching for your waist.

"Maybe next time sounds perfect."

#reigen arataka x reader #reigen x reader #my writing #reigen is aspec in this #specifically demi #bestie. bestie i am so sorry. i will do it again but i AM sorry. please look away.#the bday sex trope is overdone and this was the most self-indulgent thing i could think to write so....#happy birthday to me :)

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absolutebl · 1 year

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Hi! Sorry in advance for how long this post is going to be. I have so many things to ask.

I'm mostly obsessed with Thai BLs at the moment, but I do want to diversify, so what are the top recommendations for Korean, Japanese and Taiwanese? I don't like too much angst or conflict. As in, I could barely get through series like Theory of Love and Never Let Me Go.

Your BL linguistics and honourifics posts helped me a lot when I was but a newbie in this world. Ah, good times. Anyways. What I wanted to ask is, taking inspiration from, and with (credited) reference to your posts, can i make a post of my own? It will only be on Thai. I just want to compile all the things I've learnt so far.

I was sniffing around MyDramaList (for reasons) and found Water Boyy. Is it worth watching? Also, Boys over Flowers (F4 version). I really don't want to watch het romance unless it's really, really good.

You don't have to answer this, it's just for my own curiosity. I'm thinking of making a EarthMix TharnType AU with role reversal. So far I have Mix as Tharn, Earth as Type (yes, i got the idea from Love by Chance), Tay or New as Thorn (Tong is so much better as Tankhun. Also, in this, Thorn is also ver gay, hence TayNew), Love or Film as Thanya, and of course, the crowning gem, Neo Trai as Techno. Question is, who should I cast as Lhong (better if its GMMTV since i know them best, but other agencies are also good.)

Last but definitely not least, I respect you a lot. And i love your blog. Irrelevant, but I wanted to ask, how was today's Boss and Babe (ep. 4)?

Moving on from Thai BL

1a. I'm mostly obsessed with Thai BLs at the moment, but I do want to diversify, so what are the top recommendations for Korean, Japanese and Taiwanese?

Sure thing. Read the descriptions of my top 10, they will let you know how soft the different dramas are. (I like soft and sweet a lot myself, so there are always many in there).

This one needs to be updated, I added quite a few more to my 9/10 list for Korea since then. But with Our Dating Sim and The New Employee this year is going to require it to be updated AGAIN. (Both highly recommended for your needs)

This one is mostly up to date.

This one is totally up to date.

Low Angst, Low Conflict, Soft BL

1b. I don't like too much angst or conflict. As in, I could barely get through series like Theory of Love and Never Let Me Go.

Here are some lists for ya:

Don't watch Waterboyy.

3a. I was sniffing around MyDramaList (for reasons) and found Water Boyy. Is it worth watching?

NO. Avoid all versions. It's terrible. I mean, if you are completest you have to but otherwise... NO.

Boys over Flowers is gross

3b. watch F4?

I am sorry to all the stans out there, but I LOATHE this franchise. I've watch a number of them, always hoping a new remake will make it palatable. NO. I hate all of them. All the worst tropes of a reverse harem. I am intersted (like Twilight) in understanding WHY it's so popular but personally, it gives me the disgust willies. Yech.

This is why I want it gay. Would that make it palatable?

I suppose the one form Laos is the only one I even kinda enjoyed and it is by far the worst production values. I gave it up 1/2 way through. I think I watched 3 eps of F4. No thank you.

Honestly if you want this kind of het toxicity, I think Heirs is a better version of these tropes. Also it's legacy Kdrama so will tell you a lot abouy that industry and what toxic tropes they love (and still employ) even in their BL.

4. who should I cast as Lhong?

Khaotung? First? 5. Last but definitely not least, I respect you a lot. And i love your blog. Irrelevant, but I wanted to ask, how was today's Boss and Babe (ep. 4)?

Aw, thank you so much!

I haven't watched it yet. Tonight!

Lunch, regression analysis all afternoon, dinner with one of my adorable exes, then Jack o'Frost, B&B, and Boys' Planet... in that order.

#asked and answered #mostly by me in other posts #confessions about boys over flowers #i think you all knew this abotu me tho

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hugheshugs · 2 years

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Can we PLEASE get pt.2 of the Matty's sister blurb????

part one

of course !! more of the 103415 trio and this one's a bit funny i hope you enjoy <3

the next day was going well, with matty and his two roommates sticking to your side no matter what. they dropped you off at your classes, hung out with you for lunch and didn't give you a second to be alone.

as much as you would have hated it before, you quite liked it now. it gave you the opportunity not to have luke on your mind, because merely the thought of him and your argument still brought tears to your eyes.

"we've got practice today?" matty muttered under his breath as he looked down at his phone.

"what?" thomas' head shot up. "holy fuck, we do!"

jacob groaned. "we're late."

"i'm not going," matty shook his head.

you sat in your seat quietly watching the ordeal go down. the boys seemed to be in distress, you knew it was a bad thing to miss practice but you also knew they'd done it before and never once had you seen them so agonized.

"i'm not going either," thomas' eyes flickered towards you for a split second.

that was when you realized..

"wait, wait, wait," you spoke quickly. "is this because of me? are you guys going to skip practice because of me?"

matty looked down at his book, thomas' gaze caught something interesting on the ceiling and jacob played with the string on his sleeve.

"you guys! you can't skip practice just because i'm a sappy loser, don't you have a game soon? practice is important, you can't miss it," you told them and they all sighed dramatically.

"we don't want to leave you alone," jacob informed.

you rolled your eyes. "yeah, hadn't noticed."

he gave you a look. "you're mean."

you stuck your tongue out at him and he did the same, making thomas hide a laugh.

"look, why don't we just bring you with us?" matty suggested. "you can sit and watch us for a bit, and when we're done we'll head back home."

you bit your lip in thought. going with them to practice would mean seeing luke, but you did want to see the other guys and you didn't want to be alone. maybe he wouldn't see you? maybe you could hide in a corner somewhere..

"um.. okay," you agreed hesitantly. "what if i see luke? or what if he sees me?"

"we won't let him walk up to you," matty replied immediately. "it's too soon."

"i don't wanna talk to you," you said as luke walked up to you.

"y/n, just listen to me—"

"i don't wanna hear it, luke. where's matty—" you asked yourself in realization. wasn't he the one who said they won't let him talk to you?

"you fucking yelled at me for no reason and it hasn't been long enough for you to feel as bad as i do," you told him before turning away.

he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, your head almost colliding with his chest. it was only now that you gazed up into his eyes and noticed how different they looked. they were red, dark and swollen, worse than yours.

"please, just hear me out," he croaked, feeling a lump forming in his throat. you stayed silent as a sign for him to continue.

"i don't know what got into me last night. we were arguing about something stupid, i lashed out on you and i regret it more than anything," he let out a breath. "the minute you ran out the door i knew i should stop you but i also knew you wouldn't have let me. i couldn't sleep knowing i hurt you so bad— goddammit, y/n i fucking cried over you."

"i only felt like i was finally able to breathe when matty called me at 3 in the morning cussing me out, screaming at me like i deserved—"

"he did that?" you cut him off.

"yeah," he nodded. "and he gave me the reality check i needed. i shouldn't have yelled at you, god, i'm so sorry y/n. please forgive me, you know me and you know i'd never treat you like that on purpose. i feel like shit for the way i made you feel, i'm so fucking sorry."

you reached up to wipe away a couple of tears that fell from his eyes, kissing both of his cheeks softly.

"that was a sweet apology," you whispered, your lips ghosting over his. "and i know it came from your heart.. so i guess i can live with it."

he chuckled at your words, eyes softening. "is that your way of saying you accept my apology?"

"mhm," you nodded, lightly pecking his lips. his hands moved down to your waist as he deepened the kiss, making you gasp. his fingers squeezed your sides, something he did to tell you he loves you, but a loud scream caused you both to pull away.

your heads turned towards the sound, seeing jacob with his mouth wide open. matty and thomas ran around the corner, their eyes widening as they took in the sight.

"i thought you said it was too soon!" thomas shouted at matty.

"why was no one watching her?" matty shot back.

"why weren't you watching her?"

"i thought one of you had her!"

"why would you assume—"

"what's going on?" luke asked you quietly.

"don't even worry about it," you said with a sigh, shaking your head and pulling him away from the scene.

#matty beniers #thomas bordeleau #luke hughes #jacob truscott #brother!matty #matty beniers imagine #luke hughes imagine #matty beniers blurb #luke hughes blurb #riri's blurbs #umich hockey blurb #umich hockey imagine #nhl blurb #hockey blurbs #hockey boy blurb

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chatterbox-73 · 2 years

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Simptember 2022.

Day 2 - Future.

Zeke Jaeger x Fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for simptember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for simptember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

A/N: why yes another part two my friends… part two to dirty talk from kinktober 2021. (read the other part for some context)

Sorry if it’s a bit rushed, work didn’t do me too kind today🥲

Summary: Zeke ruins the surprise he worked so hard to make just to further spite his father.

Word count: 1.3k

CW: NSFW and adult content, slightly arguing, sappy future stuff, happy crying, more fluff then smut, floor sex, loud sex and drinking alcohol.

It had almost been a two weeks since Zeke’s door was taken and the both of you had started apartment hunting, in this time you’d both gone cold Turkey, as your current living situation was able to house both you and him, however your roommate absolutely hated Zeke and made little effort to hide it, this had resulted in the both of you taking that next step in your relationship and moving in together.

You sat cuddled up close to Zeke on the couch as he finished writing a work email, you smiled as he sent off the email and kissed his cheek, “have to heard anything about the house, I’m really praying we get that five bedroom we bid on” you hummed as you rested your head on his shoulder and Zeke chuckled while he shut off his laptop, “yeah it was perfect for us… I can’t wait to live together, it’s well overdue” he’s arm reached around you to pull you closer and he rested a finger under your chin then softly kissing your lips but before anything could go further you were both interrupted, “alright enough!” Grisha scolded as he walked into the living room. Zeke was yet to tell his family he was moving out, though he did want to wait until you both officially owned a house.

You helped Carla place the food on the table before taking your seat next to Zeke and his grandmother, the table was filled with light chatter about everyone’s day until a harsh ringing filled the space, Zeke quickly grabbed his phone and excused himself before hurrying out of the kitchen, everyone was quiet until Zeke renter the room with a large grin on his face and sat back down next to you, “who was that my boy?” Zeke’s grandfather mirrored his smile, “it was the real estate agent” he chuckled and grabbed your hand, you snapped your head towards Zeke and gave him an expecting look, “did we?” You asked and Zeke nodded, “we got the 5 bedroom… we can go in after dinner to sign and get our keys” he beamed and you squealed before wrapping your arms wrapped him tightly, you felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you realised you’d both made the first step towards your future together, “did you two find a rental you liked” Mikasa asked and you shook your head, “no we actually just bought a house” Zeke continued to beam with joy. The table filled with awes and praises that was until Grisha spoke up, “you bought a house together… aren’t you two moving a little too fast” he narrowed his eyes and you saw Carla softly hit his shoulder, “actually we’re not ‘moving too fast’… are you forgetting we’ve been together since the end of our freshman year of high school, that’s about nine almost ten year together” Zeke snapped back at his father, “finally decided to look to your future… and all it took was me taking your door off its hinges” Grisha chuckled and the both of you glared at the older man, “no it didn’t, I’d been planning to buy a home for us, for quite some time…” Zeke fixed his glasses on his face, “…and I was going to wait until we got to the new place to do this, but hey just to show you how ready for the future I am…” he stood to his feet and knelt down, “I sorry it’s not exactly romantic and I was going to wait, but marry me” Zeke pulled a black velvet ring box from his pocket and opened it to show an old engagement ring, that you instantly recognised as Zeke grandmother’s engagement ring. You were lost for words as you sat there with tear streaming down your face, “I… we… how…” you sobbed before turning to Zeke’s grandparents to see their smiling faces “did you… oh my god” they nodded and you fell into Zeke’s arms, “is that a yes sweetheart?” He whispered and you nodded before continuing to cry. It took some time for you to pull yourself together, but when you did Zeke slipped the ring on your finger before wiping your eyes and nose with his handkerchief “what an ugly face” he chuckled as he cupped your face and continued to wipe away tears, “stop…” you sniffed and lightly kicked his leg.

For the rest of the dinner Grisha stayed silent while everyone else laughed and congratulated you, after the meal Zeke and you said your goodbyes as you both had to go pick up the keys for your new place. When you got in the car and Zeke started driving you realise he was going in the wrong direction, “where are you going?” Asked confused and he only laughed, you watched out the window before you noticed he turned down a familiar street and then pulled up in front of your new house, Zeke stepped out of the car and walked around to your side, opening the door for you “are we meeting the real estate agent here?” You asked as you stepped out, “I hope not” grabbed your hand. Walking to the front door Zeke gave you a set of keys, “I don’t understand” you reached to unlocked the door, you both stepped into the house and when to did you saw the house had been filled with furniture, “is this supposed to be here?” You asked and received a nod from Zeke, “yes, I may have lied about when we got the house… we actually go to a week ago and both mine and your friends helped me move all the furniture in” he said and ushers to into the living room, “I was supposed to propose to you here, but Grisha was really getting on my nerves” he pulled you to sit down on a fluffy grey rug that sat in front of the large fireplace that had been lit, you watched as Zeke grabbed the two glasses and the bottle of wine off the coffee table before sitting back next to you.

“I love you so much” you smiled as you placed both the empty wine glasses off to the side and climbed on top of Zeke’s lap, the man’s arms wrapped tightly around you and he kissed your neck, Zeke’s hands slowly pulled your shirt and bar over your head before pushing you onto your back, kissing down your chest and stomach he undid your pants, then he pulled down your pants and underwear before quickly stripping himself. Zeke reached for his pant pocket and pulled out a condom, he leaned back and slipped it on before spitting on his hand and massaging his saliva on his member, “know you’d get lucky huh?” You chuckled and he nodded as he moved your legs onto his shoulders, “I could only hope, it’s been too long” he whispered as to separated your lower lips with his thumbs before pushing himself into your opening, you moaned out before quickly covering your mouth, Zeke grabbed your hands and kissed you before speaking “it’s just us, it our place, be as loud as you can” he began to find his pace.

You moaned out as your nails dug into Zeke’s back, “you sound so beautiful” he groan loudly as his grip on your legs tightened, his pace sped up the louder you got and you could feel yourself close to finishing, which is why it was no surprise you came as soon as he started rubbing your clit. Zeke continued rubbing you until he released himself with a very loud breathy moan, you both stay still for a moment until he pulled out of you and getting up leaving the room for a moment, before coming back with a blanket and a towelette, the man wiped your body down before laying the blanket over the both of you.

“You’re amazing Zeke Jaeger” you hummed as you cuddled into your fiancé and he kissed the top of your head, “thanks for putting up with me” he whispered and hugged you tight before you both dozed off to sleep.

Simptember masterlist (Coming soon)

Day 1 - Beast in men’s clothing:Sebastian Michaelis

Day 3 - Heat wave:Keigo Takami

#aot #zeke jaeger #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke jeager x reader #zeke jaeger x reader smut #zeke yaeger #zeke yaeger x reader smut #aot smut #fluff #aot fluff #zeke yeager fluff #zeke jaeger fluff #zeke x reader #zeke x reader smut #aot zeke #attack on titan #snk zeke

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fayesdiary · 1 year

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Happy 2nd Anniversary!

Hello everyone!

Today marks the second anniversary of this blog! Wow, I can't believe it's been two years already! (Note, I created the blog earlier but February 4th 2019 was my first original post here so I use that date as the blog's birthday)

I'm honestly suprised this blog lasted this long, since I'm a very shy person usually on the Internet and commitment isn't exactly my strong suit. But what can I say? I love it here and Tumblr feels like home at this point!

To celebrate I'm gonna reminisce a little bit and write down my thoughts about this blog. It's gonna get really sappy, I'm sorry.

Just kidding. I'm not sorry at all.

2022 has truly been the year of all time. A lot and I mean a lot of ups and downs. I started and ended my first job, went on vacation, had one of the worst instances of allergy + depression, you name it. In hindsight, every few months I was in a wildly different situation and mental state.

But the thing that overall made 2022 great was finally getting into art! To turn the ironic hate off for a moment, I love Fire Emblem. It's not my favorite series (Kingdom Hearts and Kirby share that position), but it's one I still adore and now am truly greatful for, because for a reason or another it was the only one it felt welcoming enough to me to actively make an account about it and be active in social media rather than a ghost after years.

Before I made this blog I wrote a few supports for the fire-emblem-heroes-supports blog. I think they were the first piece of writing I ever made willingly and not as part of a school assignment, and looking back I still cherish them.

Eventually I had the idea for this blog, and after a lot of hesitation in typical me fashion, fayesdiary was born! I mentioned it a few times already, but originally it was meant to be just meta analysis posts, a few headcanons and theories and my sporadic writings. Overtime though it became a lot more freeform in what I posted, and I think it's all the better for it!

I got the courage to write and posts my first fanfictions and slowly carved my own personal space here on Tumblr. Like, a very cozy rat hole. Over time, this blog became a personal hobby and it gave me a lot of satisfactions. I got close to some people I truly admire and made a few friends too!

And boy, then we get to last year, which has been an absolute blast in terms of creativity!

I don't think I ever had in mind making a dialogue dump website of Awakening, but it happened and I had a lot of fun making it and giving it a lot of tiny details! ...even if its layout has the stability of a Jenga tower and it's just the Gangrel arc. Whatever. It's the thought that counts.

I wrote a bunch more! Not as much as I wanted, but I made some stories I'm really proud of. And I took part in a few fandom events and not just one but two Secret Santas for the first time!

I took a shot at making wallpapers and made some I'm really proud of, especially the Three Hopes ones. They were so fun to make and the process was just tons of fun!

And that leads nicely to... making art.

See, the thing about me is that I always sucked at making art. I couldn't keep my hands stable, I am incredibly clumsy and I couldn't draw anything more complicated than simple childlike doodles. And while I loved painting, the fact I felt incapable of making anything good or that I could like lead me to not even bothering to try. Why bother if you're just gonna be disappointed and frustrated, after all?

Until I got into group painting at around July, and I loved it. I made some paintings I truly like, and that eventually gave me the courage to start drawing again. As a half-joke. Only this time, I decided to draw with references, and my whole world got upside down. Turns out I could actually somewhat draw if I had a reference! And somehow I never realized it in years!

Something clicked. I figured it'd just be a thing I'd do for a week at most and then drop like so many other creative projects of mine, but... it stayed. Not only that, but I got more invested into it. I went from physical to digital (with the mouse!), and eventually shifted to a graphic tablet a friend lent me (and then pretty much gifted me). Eventually the drawings became so many I decided to make an art blog! Me! An art blog! The me from even just early 2022 would have called you insane if you said it! And now not just that, but I'm even making preparations to open a Redbubble shop! I still can't believe it!

And a huge part is thanks to this blog, really! It gave me and still keeps giving me the courage to try new stuff, find new friends and people who inspire me, and lets me know people enjoy what I make or say. It's amazing, and it makes me feel so happy!

I'll be honest, I am grateful to this blog. It truly helped me get into a better place, and I can confidently say ever since I opened it I feel a lot happier. And that's coming from the local cynical bastard who usually hates themselves, but now? I went from hating myself to being neutral at worst for the most part. Even if I still have my moments sometimes, but that's normal. And now I actually have hope for the future!

But really, it says a lot that for once at the New Year party I wasn't the one who claimed the next year was going to suck. Heck, I was actually caught off guard when one of my friends said it and I said no, it's gonna be good!

Anyway, enough rambling. What I want to say is, thank you for everything. Thank you to the people who complimented me or even just commented on the things I made. Thank you to my mutuals and anonymous lurkers. Yes, I know you're there, I was and often still am one of you. And most of all, thank you to all my online friends I made here on Tumblr. When I think about it, we haven't known each other for that long, but I want you to know now I can't imagine a life without you and you brighten my day every time we chat. I love you so much and I wish you nothing but the best<3

Here's to plenty more years of this blog!

#not fire emblem #faye gets sappy #fayesdiary 2nd anniversary #faye #my art #(not) sorry for the long post but incoherent rambles are actually the best way to show my gratitude [citation needed]

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treasure-hwa · 2 years

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pairing: undefined!male x gn!reader

genre: fluff, very soft I promise

word count: around 660

author's note: I wanted to write this idea I got on the same situation as reader for a bunch of idols, so I just thought it would be better to keep it undefined. Please, read, think of your favorite boy and tell me who did you think of! I thought mainly of Wooyoung (ateez) and Mingyu (seventeen)

Rush hour always got everyone stuck on the streets, despite its concept being "everyone is in a rush, going as fast as possible".

Being stuck in a bus during rush hour wasn't uncommon to you and would often upset you, but that day it didn't, since you were leaving work with the promise of a well-rested weekend, everything you wanted at the moment as your week was packed with urgency. Your tiredness paired with the quietness of the people in the bus and the soft music coming out of your earphones made it a lot easier to relax you.

Also, being stuck in a bus during that time wasn't always horrible. You liked to see the streets from above, you liked to be able to look at the other side of walls that looked enormous when you passed by them on foot and it was nicer when you got a chair to sit on.

When the bus stopped again, you let your head rest on the cold window and did exactly that. In front of you, there was an apartment building and you could see that some curtains were closed and some were open, showing life going on inside the apartment.

You could see a woman working on her laptop, a couple cuddling on the couch watching TV, a man running after a toddler with a towel in hand, a man exercising, two women showing each other their outfits and a woman talking on the phone while watering her plants on the balcony.

In a way, it fascinated you how different these people were, how they lived so close, but led such different lifestyles from each other. Your relaxed state also thought it was beautiful and it made you smile seeing how they all seemed to be content with the end of their days, be it with getting ready to go out, exercising or simply cuddling with your lover. You wished for that tranquility.

Eight minutes later, you were stepping inside your own apartment, being greeted by warmth and a delicious smell of food. You closed the door, left your shoes by the shoe rack and dropped your bag on the table you had on the small hall.

— You're home!

And, at the end of the corridor, was the person that got smiles out of you even on the worst days, the biggest reason why coming home felt so dreamy. Your tranquility.

— I cooked your favorite. Thought it was a good way to start the weekend.

You smiled and walked to him, opening your arms to get your daily welcome hug. He would always hug you, peck your lips and ask how your day was after your arrival, but every time felt as good as the first one he did that.

— My day was okay, but busy. I'm really sorry I couldn't call you during lunch hour today, I barely rested.

— No problem, I understand. Sometimes, work gets the best of us and requires all of our attention.

Then, you kissed him again, basking in his body warmth, and returned the question.

— It was alright, but I missed you.

— You always say the same thing — she chuckles.

— I'm always missing you when you're not beside me.

You scrunched your nose and giggled in response to his statement, saying he was too sappy.

— I am, but it's all your fault, you know that, don't you? — You only nodded. — How about you take a shower while I finish things in the kitchen, then we can eat?

— Just another minute, please — you murmured against his shirt and heard his soft, agreeing hum.

So you stood there, in the middle of your apartment, hugging and rocking side by side very slightly. And if this was a movie, the last scene would be the camera filming you two and going out through the window, zooming out, to capture the different lifestyles going on inside the other apartments that had the curtains opened.

#ateez imagines #ateez fluff #seventeen imagines #ateez scenarios #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #txt imagines #txt fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #monsta x fluff #ateez x reader #seventeen x reader

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araveninthedarknight · 8 months

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A new Character in the Story chapter 3

This is going to be kinda sappy, and we see a bit of an out of character Yasushi, but it is important to the story, and well....I have to write him sappy because it is what my brain demands, that he get some sappy moments.

WARNINGS: Small mentions of fights/voilence, Teasing from two to three people in a playful way, swearing and out of character peoples. Sorry, I don't make the rules here, my head does -\_(-v-)_/-

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Chapter 3:

Bobby sat on the roof top, it was peaceful since he had started the day with an early morning coffee and heading to the school with Kyoshi. He had let the blonde mohawk wearing teen go to his friends, getting some much needed space to get his feet under him and take a breather. He had a lot on his mind after admiting the previous night to Kyoshi what had really happened with him and how he showed up. In that time he bacme like a brother to Bobby, and for that the other was greatful, the world seemed a little less scary knowing he had one person for sure by his side. "Kyoshi told me I could find you here." A deep voice states, jolting the almost 16 year old out of his thoughts with a jump, he knew just from the voice is was Yasushi, and that had Bobby's heart racing and his palms sweating. "O-Oh hello Yasushi, yeah...Im just hanging out here for a while before it gets too crazy." Bobby only manages to not stutter slightly and feels a lump in his throat, his crush smelled so so good, like versace man au frechie, which was one of the artificial red head's favorite designer cologne smells. "He told me what happened last night to you, the fight on your way home.How are your knuckles and nose feeling?" Yasushi had no clue why he was asking the teen before him this as he sat down on one of the old tables across from the couch, his heart just called him to do so.

"A little sore, but I'm alright. Its really all thanks to Kyoshi for saving me though...I am not the best fighter to be honest. Mostly had been a goody two shoes for my life until last night, though it was a rush." Bobby admits, his cheeks flushing at the attention the boy with the braids was giving him and he knew he would be done for had he found out the real reason Bobby came to school with his best friend. "You seem deep in thought, what is it?" Yasushi asks, deciding that if his friend was close to him, he would try to be too, though it would mostly be done under the hidden daylight when others from the school's gangs had no clue, like now for example.

"You would never belive me if I told you. I got lucky that Kyoshi didn't call the authoraties and tell them I was deranged...But if you really want to know..."He drug out the 'L' in really and heaved a heavy sigh, the air thick with tension,"I was watching the high and low movies.. this world is a movie world typically...And it was stormy. I was charging my phone when a lightning bolt lit the sky purple and a surge of electricity zapped me, I woke up on the roof top here at Oya, scared and confused but trying to convince myself it was only a dream.The fight last night was what really set it in for me that I am well and truly stuck here and that this is all really happening. You don't have to believe me, like i told Kyoshi..I sound nuts to most people but I would never lie about something like this and risk being sent to a hospital.." Bobby lets his voice trail off, fighting a new batch of tears out of his green eyes, glasses atop his head with their clear frames ever comfortably sitting in lucious red velvet tendrils styled in a shaggy mess.

"You don't sound crazy..Your voice and eyes say it all and I will help keep your secret until you are comfertable telling others. If that is ever what you decide to do. Do you have a place to stay?Have you had any issues with anyone here today?" Yasushi feels protective surges bubble into his heart, making it hard for him to breath.HE was becoming the bottle blonde's worl faster than either knew what to do with, but he still had a tough persona to keep up.He was Yasushi after all.

"Wait, do we look like this in the movies or are we diffrent in that world?" He was curious to see if he was any diffrent from his movie counterpart in Bobby's old world.

"No, you were all the same as you are here, I always stupidly enough found you to be the most handsome in all of the movie. And thinking that the mohawk was what was wrong with Kyoshi's girlfriend struggles honestly." Bobby said the last part louder than the first, but at the close range where they could feel each other's breath fanning over their faces, Yasushi had heard it all loud and clear, and he felt himself turn a shade of pink, the boy he seemed to be developing feelings for had himself had a crush on Yasushi before they even met,paths seemingly meant to cross and time standing still for both, eyes interlocked in a comforting gaze.

"Well, Im glad you think I am handsome, and for the record, I think you are handsome too. You remind me a bit of Todoroki, but you are honestly much cuter and much more likeable already. We will be butting heads much less than he and I tend to do." The long blonde haired teen had a sly smirk glazed onto his lips, he wasn't teasing the red head perse, mostly just being honest but also flirting. A throat clearing broke them from their talk, a glaring Todoroki causing the hearts of both boys to lurch to their throats in worry, the leader looked unhappy, and neither team wanted to be on his bad side ever in their lives. "I don't think he meant that in a bad way, I promise you.. He just means he can't see you as anything other than a class mate." Bobby pipes up, making sure to keep his voice firm again, much like the day before, sans crowd luckily for him, he hadted crowds.

"Yasushi, if the two of you date ever, I can't promise that I can controll the other factions of Oya, but Bobby, you will have your hands full if you two enter a relationship. It is really quite a hassle to deal with this knuckle head." Todoroki says, almost as if to assure the youngster that he could trust him, even though his newest friend and love intrest potential just chucked a throw pillow to the leader's face. "Shuddup dodoroki!!" The normally deep voice whas high pitched and whiney, showing just how much that had gotten under the skin of the long honey blonde's thoughts. He was being ebarrased in front of the newest member and a crush of his by a long time school mate and he was willing to risk a fight to show his annoyance to him in such a physical way.

"Yasu, calm down, it's ok..He didn't mean any harm by his words, you don't have to be embarresed at all. I think this side of you is rather cute and refreshing, and I know it won't make you weak, you deserve to love and be loved too." Bobby says softly, a small and shy smile with hopeful eyes shining like gems under the morning sun, all but confessing his own love to the teen that sat on the table in front of him, knees barley brushing and breath's still mixing in close proximity to each other.

"And stop throwing these nice pillows, I don't want to have to replace them, they make the school look less dead. You guys need a good touch up here to callm your asses down,Fuckkkk." A chuckle errupts from the bottle red head's lips, the cherry chapstick creating a soft area for a smile to form even larger than the frist, he decided to be bold and send his crush a wink, knowing that this would have all happened in the time between the last episode of the tv show and the first movie, so he could take a risk here and there, though he had no clue what he would do when they got to the movie part of it all. But that would be an issue for another day he decided, one when everyone knew and had gotten a better grasp on the issues at hand. There was sure to be more fights to come their way, and Bobby wanted to be ready, "I need to find someone who can train me now though, I want to be ready for the nxt fight to come this way, and so I can better defend myself."

"I will personally train you myself then." Todoroki says, a hint of a smile dancing across his face.

#high and low the worst #high and low the worst x cross #yasushi X OC high and low fanfic #yasushi high and low #nishikawa yasushi #fanfic #high and low fanfic

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