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rustedhearts · 1 year

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Lipstick Stain (Boxer!Steve x Librarian!reader)

summary: Steve poses with a model for the cover of Sports Illustrated, and jealousy rears its ugly head.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

the steve collection

warnings: slight angst (barely), jealousy issues, public sex (sort of…it’s in a dressing room), smut, more casual dominance.

new york city, june 1992

The JFK airport is packed with people—recent travelers, anxious vacationers, jittery tourists—but worst of all: swarms of paparazzi. You and Steve have barely made it through baggage claim before you hear the shutter of cameras, and spot the blinding lights of their obnoxious existence.

“Fuck’s sake,” Steve growls, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, the other hand holding his suitcase.

You follow his line of sight toward the other side of the airport, where the paparazzi are clumped together, eager and ready. You lean into his solid side, still warm from your embrace on the plane, and fiddle with your carry-on zipper.

“Just ignore them.”

Steve rolls his eyes, turning his head to press a quick kiss to your temple.

“Yeah, they can ignore my foot up their ass,” he mutters grumpily.

You crack a smile, cheeks swelling with warmth from his kiss. You spin around to face him, reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes beneath his backwards baseball cap.

“Come on, Steve, no fighting before the shoot. They need this face all pretty and blood-free for the magazine cover,” you coo.

Steve huffs, moving your hand from his hair and bringing your knuckles to his mouth to kiss them. He usually becomes overly affectionate when he’s nervous, and he's been riddled with knee-bouncing nerves since Mikey told him about his newest job. Instead of cracking noses and bruising jaws, Steve would be posing in front of a camera for Sports Illustrated. They were willing to pay a handsome fee for his face on the next cover.

“Still can’t believe I agreed to this shit,” he groans, pausing to grab your suitcase as it rolls by on the belt. “Mikey owes me big time.”

Steve snatches the carry-on from your hands and slides it over your suitcase handles, doing the same with his duffel before kicking both suitcases to roll behind him. You follow after, inhaling deeply as you approach the paparazzi. The speed of their shutter snaps increase rapidly as you close in.

“You’re going to look very handsome, Steve.”

Steve scowls, though you’re sure it’s just because of the white camera lights growing brighter as you approach the exit. Discolored sparks follow your every blink.

“We’ll see about that.”

♡ ♡

It was a fast trip from the hotel to the location for the magazine shoot. You barely had a chance to put something nicer than a pair of jeans and a sweater on before you were being hauled off in another car, and now, standing in the doorway of the bustling room, you wish you'd taken just a second longer.

The model, Steve's photo partner, is all legs and silky blonde hair. She saunters around the room, getting her makeup touched up, taking delicate sips of Coke from a bendy straw. You immediately reach to fix your hair and pull at the hem of your sweater, something colorful and fuzzy from back home.

"Big time. Big time, Mikey owes me," Steve grumbles from beside you, scowling at the sight of the busy room.

"Oh, Mr. Harrington! We're so glad you're here, thank you so much for doing this.” A shorter man stumbles toward the two of you, reaching out to shake Steve's hand and introduce himself.

Steve nods curtly, flashing a tight-lipped smile. You pinch his side, and when he glances toward you, you motion to the dark Ray Bans still sitting over his eyes. His eyes roll as he snatches them off and hands them to you. His hand slips beneath the hem of your sweater against your back, running his hand comfortingly against the skin of your lower spine. You shiver at the warmth of his touch.

"This is my girl," Steve announces to the shorter man gruffly, pulling you flush against his side.

The man nods jerkily at you, lowering into an unnecessary sort of bow that makes you press your lips together to hide a smile. Steve has a tendency to make everyone around him feel much smaller than they were. He bleeds possession and rage, and anyone around him can feel it.

"It-it's nice to meet you," the man stutters, uttering a name you barely have time to process before Steve is interrupting:

"Look, man, you're not expectin' me to wear something stupid, right?"

Wide eyes turn to Steve immediately, a red flush reaching the man's cheeks. Behind you, the blonde model sinks into a folding chair and tips her head back for her lips to get fixed. They delicately paint a coat of blood red across her mouth.

"Oh, n-no! Of course not, Mr. Harrington. Besides, next to her," the man steps aside to motion toward the blonde, "it's hard to look stupid, am I right?"

He snorts a chuckle, but Steve's eyes narrow and his lips curl into a thin line. You're selfishly glad he didn't join in on the perverted laughter, but you're sure he still agrees. Steve adjusts his hold on you, sliding his hand around to rest on your hip, arm around your waist.

"Let's get you changed."

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"Thank fuckin' god someone has a brain around here."

Steve finishes knotting the ties on his satin shorts, the same crimson color he wears in the ring. A pair of white socks pull up to his calves, high-tongued shoes tied expertly around his feet. He looks just as he does right before a fight, though a little more anxious—only Steve would find it more nerve-wracking to stand in front of a camera than to possibly lose his teeth.

You smile from your seat on the leather couch in his dressing room, watching him push his hair back against his head. Without a shirt, his shoulders look broad, his biceps thick and bulging, his abdomen perfectly cut and defined.

"See? I was right. You look very handsome, Stevie."

Steve sighs, eyes flittering your way quickly. He straightens up and rolls his shoulders back.

"Thanks, baby. Y’ got a book in that thing, don’t you?” He points to the purse slung over your shoulder (another gift from him) and you gaze down at it, cheeks flushed.

“Yeah…”

Steve strolls over toward the couch, stopping when his legs graze your knees. He carefully bends, planting his hands on either side of you to crowd you in. Your breath hitches when he cocks his head to fit his mouth over yours. His breath is warm and scented of mint and Marlboros. You can see his half-empty pack sticking out of his jeans on the floor.

“Good. ‘Cause I don’t want you out a’ my sight.”

You huff, head tipping back to cast a pout at him.

“Steve, m’ not a child.”

He hums throatily, mocking your pout with a jut of his lip. Steve tips his chin down to quirk a brow and fix you with a stern, but gentle look.

“No, but I gotta have my guardian angel around to keep me safe, don’t I?”

You giggle, bracing your hands on either side of his face to pull him down and press your mouths together. He licks into your mouth, filling it with that tobacco and mint taste, eliciting a lustful heat in your stomach.

Just as you squeeze your thighs together, a harsh knock raps at the door. You jump to back away, but Steve instantly snatches the back of your hair to keep you attached. A squeak comes from your throat, muffled by his mouth. The knocking grows louder, and Steve growls, barely removing himself from your mouth before barking:

“What?”

“U-um they’re ready for you, Mr-Mr. Harrington.”

Steve huffs, pecking a few more firm kisses against your mouth; transferring his hold on your hair to your jaw, to squish your cheeks together while he peppers wet kisses all over your face. You giggle and squirm, batting him away with light smacks against his bare chest.

“Steve! Come on, they’re waiting!”

♡ ♡

If you could go back in time and beg Steve not to leave the dressing room, you would—because now you have to sit across the room and watch him get covered in lipstick stain kisses, from the leggy blonde of all people. Your fingers curl around your book, knuckles whitening as she travels down his abdomen and smears red all over. They oiled him up, and now he’s slick and glossy and covered in prints from another woman’s mouth. He’s graceful about it (as graceful as Steve could be) and keeps his arms above his head and away from her while her mouth wanders.

“Yeah, make sure you get the back, honey,” the photographer exclaims, watching from his position on the edge of the white backdrop.

Steve keeps a blank face while she makes her way around to his back, beginning at his shoulders first. He drops his arms and looks off toward you—sitting erectly in your folding chair with your legs crossed and your jaw clenched tight—and drops his left eye in a wink. You direct your gaze toward your book, pretending to read about Jay Gatsby and his wealthy longing, all the while you listen to the sound of her noisy kisses touching your boyfriend’s skin. You couldn’t stop your eye from twitching, or your stomach from clenching and twisting uncomfortably.

You’ve never been so jealous before. You never had reason to be before. It was always you and Steve—you and Steve at training, you and Steve at dinner, you and Steve at home, you and Steve on the street. You never let each other wander, and you suppose there had never even been a chance for another woman to swoop in, because he was always with you. Touching you, kissing you, pulling, groping, squeezing. Steve is generous and unabashed in his affection. Sometimes, it feels stifling. But right now, you wish he was smothering you with his heavy, solid weight, and covering you in kisses.

“Alright, now let’s try you standing here.”

You peek over the top of your book to watch the photographer point to the middle of the backdrop. Steve strides over.

“And Holly, honey, you stand behind him. I wanna see your hands around him, maybe some of your hair behind his shoulders.”

You huff under your breath and flick the page over noisily. You’d like to see your hands around her neck—

“That’s sexy. Steve, look into the camera—perfect.”

You glance over again, and your heart flutters and sinks all at the same time. Steve looks hulking standing there in front of the photographer, broad and big, staring with that dead-eyed glare into the camera. His jaw is tight and defined, his cheekbones sharp, the moles on his neck exposed but covered by the dozens of red kisses plastered on his golden skin. And her scarlet, manicured nails press into his pecs, trail up to frame his face, glide along his biceps. Steve never moves an inch, his expression stagnant, but his lack of reaction does nothing to lull your urge to kill. But you’d be lying if you said the way he flexes and glares doesn’t make your cheeks get hot.

“Alright, these look great. Thanks, Steve.”

You stand from your chair instantly, closing your book and clutching it to your chest, waiting for Steve to come over to you. But instead, he breaks away from “Holly,” and she follows after. You watch her flip her hair behind her shoulder and stick out her hand for introduction, and when Steve takes it, your knuckles crack around your book. Whirling around on your heel, you stomp toward the dressing room and close the door, flopping on the couch with a huff. You know it’s stupid, you know you’re being petulant—but you couldn’t help it.

“Jesus Christ.” The door flies open and slams closed in quick succession, and Steve appears still smeared in red with a sharp glare.

“Never doin’ that shit again. I—hey. What’s wrong with you?”

You tuck your chin into your hand on the edge of the couch and look off toward the wall, away from Steve. You give a shrug.

“Nothing,” you mumble.

Steve shuffles to a stop, hands finding his hips.

“You’re pouting.”

“M’ not pouting.”

His head falls back with an exasperated eye roll, shoulders drooping with a heavy sigh. You glance at him over your shoulder, still covered in lipstick, and stick your nose in the air.

“Well, glad to see you get to take those home with you.”

Steve blinks, brows creasing.

“What the hell are you—ohhh,” he pauses to scoff cruelly. “That’s what this is about, hmm?”

You turn your attention to the tops of your toes, playing with your laces, knees tucked to your chest.

“About what? I didn’t say anything.”

Steve takes a step toward the couch, and even in your periphery you can see the smug look on his face.

“Aww. You feelin’ jealous, baby?”

You squirm, scowling down at your laces. You tug at one harshly.

“No.” Your voice wobbles.

Steve tips his head to find your gaze, continuing his slow and steady ascent toward the couch. Every step makes your heart thump faster.

“No? It didn’t get you all riled up, angel? Seeing someone else touch me?”

Your breath turns shallow, falling in stuttered gasps when Steve stops and crowds you, mirroring his earlier position with his hands on either side of you. You drop your feet to the floor and he steps in, angling so his lips brush your cheek. You can smell her on him.

“Did it make you mad, pretty girl? Hmm?” His voice rasps in your ear and makes you shiver.

“It’s n-not funny, Steve,” you whine quietly.

Steve guides your hair behind your ear, knuckles grazing your cheek, thumb rubbing into the bone.

“Oh, no, baby, s’ not funny at all. We gotta fix it before your face gets stuck like that.”

“You’re making fun of me.” Your frown deepens, and Steve chuckles, pinching your puffy lips.

“M’ not makin’ fun a’ you, angel. S’ sweet you get so worked up over me.”

Your lips smack disapprovingly, but before you can utter a retort, Steve stands to his full height again. Your eyes follow this time, head tipped back to watch him tower over you. He reaches out to wrap his hand around the expanse of your jaw, chin propped in his palm. His fingers bite into your cheeks deliciously.

“But you know you’re the only girl for me, angel.”

Heat blooms on your face and excitement bubbles in your belly, subdued by Steve’s mouth slanting over yours. It’s only after a few moments of smacking lips and gnashing teeth that Steve uses his hold on your face to lift you up. When you find your feet, he slides his grasp down toward your ass, cupping under the shape of it in your jeans to lift you up and around him, thighs clamping tight around his hips. A hiccuped gasp punches from your chest when he slams you into the wall, detaching from your mouth to attack your neck. Your fingers bury in his hair, tugging and feathering with urgency while he sucks your skin and applies pressure with his teeth.

“Take me out, angel,” Steve mumbles into your neck. “M’ all yours”

You reach down between your bodies and tug on the loose string of his shorts. When they’re loose enough, and you will yourself through the incoherency that Steve’s mouthing and sucking renders you under, you reach in and wrap your hand around his hardening cock. He groans at your delicate, warm touch, and you gasp when he slides out of his shorts and hangs over the band.

“Fuck, get these fuckin’ jeans off.”

He makes quick work of the button and zipper on your jeans, setting you down long enough to struggle with their removal. You’d laugh at his menacing scowl toward your jeans if you weren’t too busy staring at his throbbing cock, weeping excitement, dribbling from the tip. You whimper wantonly and Steve’s eyes snap up, finding encouragement in your needy noises. He snatches your jeans the rest of the way off and tosses them aside, plucking you back up like you’re nothing but air to press you back into the wall.

Your grip on his hair returns and tightens instantaneously when the weight of his cock presses into your cotton-clothed heat. It pulses with need and thankfully, Steve doesn’t let you wait long—he pushes your panties aside and sheathes into you in one deep plunge, pulling a low, mewling whine from your throat.

“Oh, there we go, atta girl. Look at me, look at me, yeah,” Steve mumbles, swiping your hair out of your eyes with a heavy palm, using the heel of it to lift your chin.

You’re starry-eyed already, lips parted to pant gasps that make his cheeks flush. You look so pretty when you’re all dumb for him. Steve gives a tentative thrust, and his lip quirks when you squeak.

“You know I’m yours, baby. M’ all yours,” he breathes.

“Mine,” you parrot quietly, mindlessly.

Your foreheads come together, his strong arms holding you up, cradling you, pulling you into him. His hair, soft between your fingers, sticky with hairspray from the makeup artist. You’ve nearly forgotten about the lipstick prints all over his skin, because the way he’s looking at you now makes you think you’re the only girl in the world. To him, you are.

Steve picks up speed, setting a rhythmic pace of push and pull. The bulbous head of his cock brushes your walls, squeezing and molding around him, gushing slick and staining his satin shorts. The insides of your thighs feel sticky and they’re starting to shake around his waist. Steve goes even faster and your face screws up, mouth hanging open in a silent cry. Every pump inside you sends you a little further up the wall, bumping and sliding. The crew and assistants are still packing up on the other side of the door, and it’s for this reason only that Steve clamps his hand over your mouth when you begin to whine.

“Shut up,” he snaps through his teeth, glowering down at you over that slanted nose. “Shut up. You wanted this, now you’re gonna fuckin’ take it.”

Every nerve in your body buzzes at his growling tone, his intimidating stare—the domination. Steve was always boss, and you loved every minute of it. Even though right now he was being cruel by punishing you to silence while hammering into you so hard that you felt your insides rearrange, you couldn’t help but feel like you were on fire.

“Feel that? Feel that cock in your guts, sweetheart? Huh?” Steve chases after your eyes again when they roll to the back of your head, head banging back into the wall as you grow delirious.

“It’s all yours, baby. You’re stuck with it, cause I’m not goin’ anywhere. So fuckin’ take it.”

Steve’s hands are incapable of fully silencing you, and your high-pitched squeals and cries filter through his fingers over your mouth. Yet you can’t bring yourself to care about much other than his cock driving into you at a furious speed. He worsens your conditions by pulling your hand away from his hair to guide it between your thighs. Like a puppet, he manipulates your fingers to press two together and swipe them along your slick, rubbing the pads of them against your swollen clit. Your cries sharpen and Steve’s eyes narrow.

“I said shut up. Y’ wanna cum? Huh?”

You nod pitifully, legs slackening around his waist while they turn to jello. Steve rubs your fingers faster over your clit while pistoling his hips.

“Then shut your mouth.”

You whine, but Steve takes pity on you and ignores it. You know if you were back home, and had ignored a direct command, Steve would’ve pulled out and left you aching until you begged on your knees for forgiveness. But right now, Steve was needy, and you were desperate; and he wanted to show you just how much you belong to him, and how much he belongs to you.

Steve presses your heads together again, huffing gusts of breath against his hand over your mouth. His face was starting to redden from the exertion.

“You gonna cum? Hmm?”

You nod again, nails biting into his biceps. Steve nods back, eyes screwing shut.

“M-me, too—fuck, baby. Fuck, you feel so good. C’mon, honey, c’mon.”

You spasm, feeling out of control of your own body as you contract and flutter around Steve’s thick cock. Warmth floods you as Steve groans—a low, gravely groan that rumbles through you and elicits goosebumps. When you were done spasming, you collapse—legs sliding off his hips, slumping against the wall, losing all feeling in every one of your bones.

“Jesus,” Steve chuckles, scooping you up, still lodged inside you, and carrying you toward the sofa.

He sinks down with you, allowing you to straddle him and rest against his chest. Cheek flush against his pec, you raise a shaky hand to pet at his chest hair absentmindedly, still catching your breath. Steve practically melts into the couch, head tipped back against the cushion while he runs his fingers down the back of your head.

“Were you really that jealous?” Steve snickers, and your cheeks warm again.

“Maybe…”

Steve tips his head down and kisses your hairline.

“Nah, you’re stuck with me. You’re the only one that’ll put up with my crazy.”

You snort a laugh. “That’s true.”

Steve pinches your thigh and you yelp, jerking in his lap to sit up and smile at him. You smear the lipstick on his cheek and smudge the shape of the model’s lips. Leaning forward, you press your mouth to the warm apple of his cheek—a firm kiss. You swear you feel him flush. He pulls you away gently by the back of your neck and nicks your chin with his knuckles.

“C’mon, let’s get the fuck outta here. I can’t wait to see the looks on their faces after they heard all that screaming.”

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superiorsturgeon · 1 year

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Schnarkos: Revelations

Weiss: *wearing an elegant blue dress* Thanks for agreeing to come with me to this SDC function, Pyrrha. Without you and Jaune here I don’t know if I would have come…

Pyrrha: *wearing an elegant dress trimmed with gold* Of course, sweetie. We’re always here to support you. Though I hope Jaune arrives soon…

Jacques: Good evening, daughter. So glad you could make time to attend and support the family business!

Weiss: *under her breath* Oh, gods…

Weiss: Good evening, father. Allow me to introduce Pyrrha Nikos, my girlfriend.

Jacques: Ah! The champion herself! We were so pleased to hear that Weiss was dating a woman of your stature! *takes her hand* Could I impose on you to join us later for a photo?

Pyrrha: It’s…nice to meet you, Mister Schnee. *awkwardly shaking hands*

Weiss: And my boyfriend Jaune should be along soon as well…

Jacques: *talking over Weiss* I hope that now that Weiss is settling down we will see more of her in Atlas. It seems more proper for the SDC heiress to spend time close to home!

Pyrrha: *uncomfortable* Um, I see…

Jacques: We were all supportive of her decision to go off and attend Beacon, of course, but we’re looking forward to-

*disturbance occurs across the ballroom*

Jacques: Now what could that be?

Atlas Elites: *murmuring and staring*

Whitley: *pulls Weiss aside* Sister, I need your help RIGHT NOW.

Weiss: Whitley, what’s wrong?

Whitley: *puts his hands on Weiss’s shoulders* Someone just arrived. Someone BEAUTIFUL! A blonde angel in the most perfect, pure white! I only caught a glimpse from behind, but I need your help talking to her!

Weiss: Uh…okay, I suppose…

Whitley: There she is now! *points*

Weiss: *follows Whitley’s finger and immediately recognizes the blonde in the dress* Oh, dear…

Whitley: *slowly blushing as his eyes travel up long, shapely legs* I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful…

Whitley: I must meet her! *hurries forward*

Weiss: Whitley, wait-!

Whitley: Excuse me, miss! My name is Whitley Schnee. Are you enjoying yourself at my family’s party? I hope you might do me the honor of a dance?

Jaune: *turns around, causing his skirt to twirl elegantly* 🙂?

Whitley: 😧

Jaune: Oh, hey! You’re Weiss’s little brother right? Nice to meet ya! *wraps Whitley in Arc hug™️*

Whitley: 😳?!?! So warm…?!

Jacques: What is going on here? Whitley, do you know this…person?!

Whitley: *face squeezed against Jaune’s chest* 😖 I…? 🥵

Jaune: You’re Weiss’s dad, right? Nice to meet you! Sorry for being late, I had trouble getting my dress zipped in the back. 😁 *holds out a hand while continuing to hug Whitley*

Jacques: *speechless*

Weiss: …Father, brother, this is Jaune, our boyfriend.

Pyrrha: *gives Jaune a kiss on the cheek and pries open his arms to release Whitley* Jaune, you don’t have to wear a dress to every fancy event!

Jaune: 😅 I know, but you and Weiss always say you like how it looks, so I figured I’d dress up for my girlfriends!

Jacques: This…is your boyfriend…?!

Whitley: I’m attracted to my sister’s boyfriend?! Wearing a dress?!?! 🤯

Weiss: *links her arm with Jaune’s* This is Jaune Arc, my boyfriend and Pyrrha’s. We met at Beacon where he was the leader of his team.

Jaune: 😁

Jacques: …I see…*ignores Jaune’s hand*

Jacques: …I suppose it’s understandable that you would go slumming while away.

Jaune: What’s slumming?

Pyrrha: 😡 How dare y-

Weiss: *steps between her father and her tall boyfriend/girlfriend*

Weiss: 😈 *gently taps her glass with a spoon to draw everyone’s attention*

Weiss: Attention, everyone! I’ve noticed that some here have been watching my boyfriend Jaune Arc since he arrived. May I have a show of hands for those who find mister Arc attractive in his dress?

Atlas Elites: 🙋‍♂️🙋

Whitley: 😣 🤚

Jacques: *sputtering in indignation*

Weiss: And how many people here are also attracted to my girlfriend Pyrrha Nikos, champion athlete and Vytal tournament winner?

Atlas Elites: 🙋‍♂️🙋

Whitley/Winter: 😣🤚

Jacques: *enraged sputtering intensifies*

Weiss: *wraps arms around Pyrrha and Jaune’s waists* Thank you for inviting us to the party, father, but I’m afraid we have someplace to be! *turns to Pyrrha/Jaune* Shall we?

Jaune/Pyrrha/Weiss: *turn together to walk away*

Pyrrha: 😡 🖕

Jaune: 🙂 👋 Thanks for inviting us! See you at the next holiday party!

Weiss: 😉 *swaying her hips and strutting between her two tall muscular partners as Schnarkos trio make their exit*

Jaune: Uhh…Weiss? Your hand is sliding down to my-

Weiss: Don’t worry, Jaune, I’m just making sure everyone knows which Schnee is most successful in life. 😈

Jacques: …

Whitley: 🥵 Am I attracted to men?!

Winter: 🥲 Weiss has done so much better than the rest of us…

Atlas Elites: 😧 *staring at Jaune/Pyrrha in their respective dresses, escorting tiny ice princess out the door*

Willow: *sniffles* I’m so proud/jealous of my daughter!

#rwby #schnarkos #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #weiss schnee #arkos #whiteknight #schneekos #jacques schnee #whitley schnee #willow schnee #winter schnee #schneeblings #jaune x weiss x pyrrha #jaune x pyrrha #jaune x weiss #pyrrha x weiss

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bittersweetimaginings · 2 years

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Hi! Can you write Queen Maeve x reader (she/her) where Maeve and reader were broken up, but after the plane crash in season one, Maeve goes to the reader, and they get back together?

In your arms • Queen Maeve

⚠️Content warning: Mentions of trauma, depression, panic attacks, the plane sequence, Homelander’s general awfulness, alcoholism, self-destructive behavior and unstable relationship.

*These characters do not belong to me, all rights to their respective owners, this is just a piece of entertainment by and for fans.

Summary: In the wake of a traumatic event and horrid realizations, Maggie comes back to you.

Reader’s pronouns: She/Her

Keys: Y/N = Your Name, Y/MN = Your Mother’s name/nickname. In case you’ve forgotten: Margaret “Maggie” Shaw is the real name of Queen Maeve in the series.

Author's note: If you want to send your own request, please check the Disclaimer & Rules post and the MASTERLIST post to see more content and which characters are available; Idk if Maeve is OCC, I rewatched a lot of her scenes with Elena and she always seems to be much more vulnerable around her, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

"Maybe it was a bad idea." Maeve reflects for the first time since leaving that liquor store with enough alcohol in hand to supply an entire party; but her regret doesn't do much good, after all, she's already knocked on your door and she can hear movement through it that indicates you're on your way to open it and once you do, you can't stop a mixture of surprise and confusion invading your facial expression; she is standing in front of you after so long, wearing loose and somewhat disheveled clothes, her hair looks a bit messy and although you can't see her at all, you notice her tired face and her puffy eyes that hint she might have been crying for a long time before coming here.

"Hey, Y/N." she greets you in a small voice, for some reason unable to look directly at you.

“Maeve?!” you asked more surprised than angry, even though you had reason enough to be, the last time you saw her she treated you so coldly that depression caught you for a long time.

You can see her carefully thinking about her answer before speaking again.

"Can- Can I come in?"

You hesitate for a few seconds, looking her up and down, trying to gauge her intentions somehow, but it's hard to know what she's up to; having come to you so unexpectedly after so long, and even though a part of you wants to slam the door right in her face, there is also something in you that ultimately notices how restless Maeve seems and you can't ignore the feeling of worry that comes over you; so just by nodding and without saying anything you let her in.

Maeve walks in so carefully and with so much hesitation, she manages to remind you of a shy baby deer exploring an unfamiliar area.

"Tea?" you offer as you walk into the kitchen on your way to turn off the pot you left on before her arrival and she gently accepts the offer.

The silence is awkward and Maeve's gaze travels over the details of your home as she waits for you to return from your trip to the kitchen, until she finally settles on one of the framed photos on the main shelf: in it you are smiling radiantly while holding your doctorate degree in your hands; Maeve smiles back with genuine happiness and pride, in her mind she remembers the many times in the past when you told her your life plan and the enthusiasm and determination in your eyes when you swore to heaven and earth that you would become one of the greatest exponents in your field.

Your steps announcing your return capture her attention and she congratulates you with a smile still present.

“Hey, you got it! When was the ceremony?

"A month ago, right on my mom's birthday." You hand her the cup of tea while taking a sip from your own as you respond calmly.

“Y/MN birthday? Man, bet she didn’t stop bragging about it to her friends, she’s right in doing so though, you’ve always been the smartest one in the room” she chuckles fondly to herself and although you enjoy this moment, you also feel some anger seeing Maeve act so nonchalantly as if time had frozen in a past where both were happy, maybe that's why you aggressively bring her back to reality.

“Why are you here?” the spark of anger inside you dripping in your tone.

Her smile fades into her previous timid and unsure demeanor and once again avoids your gaze.

“I was in the area and I thought…you know, If um, you wanna maybe…get some food? or we could-”

“Are you serious?” you cut her off and she stops immediately, not entirely sure what you want her to say.

“Margaret, you know how long it’s been? It's been 5 years since I last saw you! and now what? all of a sudden you show up at my door, looking like shit, acting like nothing has happened and you wanna go grab dinner?! bullshit!”

The anger in your words seems to hit her really hard with the truth of the situation, as she struggles to find her voice over the knot now forming in her throat, she declares quietly and sadly:

“This was a bad idea, I’m sorry.”

She turns her back on you, ready to leave just like the last time you saw her, and this only angers you even more.

“You haven’t changed at all, always leaving without an explanation, brave Maeve my ass, you’re a coward that’s what you are!” As soon as the words leave your mouth a part of you regrets it, but also your chest somehow now feels lighter, as if all you had said had liberated all the anger, sadness, resentments and insecurities Margaret had left you with 5 years ago.

Your breakup was one of the hardest things you had to deal with in your life, it happened at a point in time where what you needed most was the support of your dear girlfriend; your world was genuinely crashing down on you and yet Margaret left you, one day she just came to pack up her things and end the relationship without even giving you a reason why; You still remember how you chased her around the house, begging her not to leave, but she just locked the front door with her super strength preventing you from following her to the Vought limo she left in. Next thing you know, you're seeing your beloved girlfriend on VNN alongside Homelander confirming their relationship.

It was just so painful; it seemed like all this time, all the things you two had shared meant nothing, like you meant nothing. What a horrid realization, you almost let it crush you, almost, but you were strong and people in your family depended on you to keep living, so giving up was out of the question; In the end you “suck it up” and bury yourself in your work and studies like there’s no world outside of it. More than once you tried to get back in the dating world, but even though you would never admit to it outloud, the memory of your beloved Maggie ever present in your heart just wouldn’t let you. After everything you still loved her.

She stands there, frozen and silent like a ghost, room so quiet you start to become aware of your own ragged breathing, but then you hear it; faint yet desperate the sobs of Margaret break into your ears.

“You’re right.” she admitted, back still turned on you and her head slightly lowered.

“I am nothing but a coward.” she whines softly as she unsuccessfully tries to quiet down her sobbing but it starts to break in a choked and painful crying.

Through your rage, Margaret’s sadness and pain reaches you; you can’t see her face but you know by the sound of her cries it must bare a pitiful expression and so you breathe slowly in order to calm yourself down, and it’s only there that you notice her shaking form, you almost become scared for a split second, it feels like if she were to take a step forward she would fall to her knees instantly.

It’s been a long time since you last saw her like this, but you just know she’s going through it, she’s going through a panic attack.

“Hey, hey Margaret.” you call out softly to her as you slowly make your way over in an equally detained and dubious manner as she did once she entered the apartment.

“It’s ok, it’s ok.” you chant repeatedly as you finally stand in front of her and try your best to not cry as well. Once you see the unbearable pain in her expression, her breathing is ragged and agitated and through her gaze you see that her mind is not entirely here and seems to struggle in recognizing her surroundings.

“Maggie, it’s ok, you’re in my home, ok?” you assure her a few times but she still struggles now even in finding her footing as her legs start to give in.

“I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.” Her frenetic apology concerns you but manage to keep your calm as you reassure her once again and remind her to breathe constantly.

She finally seems to recognize her surroundings but once she does she breaks in painful crying once again.

“I left them there, I left them there and said nothing, I left them there to die.” she confesses but before you have any time to ask her what she’s referring to, her knees give in and collapses.

You manage to hold her before she hits the floor, as you briefly think of the irony, one of the strongest individuals in the world feels so fragile between your arms; She apologizes endlessly once again in between choked sobs and frenetic cries, but you hug her and caress her hair and back in repetitive motions in an attempt to calm her down, it seems to work and after a few minutes you can feel the panic in her system begin to dwindle as her breaths stabilizes slowly but she continues sobbing.

Maggie’s head is trying to find the correct words to tell you, to let you know; She didn’t want to abandon you, she never did; after all these years you still are her world and the only thought in her mind that keeps her going at times like this. She only left because she was pressured into a relationship with america’s golden hero and after seeing him kill so ruthlessly without a care in the world and Vought covering for him, she knew if she didn’t left, the moment homelander found out about you, that would be your death sentence and she wasn’t about to let anything happen to you…even if that meant she would never see you again.

Maggie only speaks once again after a while.

“I’m sorry.” Unlike the last apologies this one feels like is directed towards you instead of whatever or whoever occupied her memories at the time.

You take a minute trying to figure out what to do next, you want to question her on the meaning of her previous statements, but recognize that right now is not the right time, so you resume caressing her back as she continues to cry ever so softly on your shoulder.

For the first time in years, Margaret allows herself to be vulnerable, for the first time in years she doesn’t feel all alone and right now at this very moment, right here in your arms, for the first time in years she’s not Queen Maeve, just Maggie, the one who loves you endlessly.

#the boys #the boys x reader #queen maeve #queen maeve x reader #margaret shaw #Margaret Shaw x reader

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Drained (2/?)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings; Rating: Angst; General

Premise: The aftermath of Ethan's lashing out at Serena after a particularly rough day.

Author’s Note: Catch up here. It's a bit choppy at the end, but I needed to power through to continue with the next part 🙈 I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading 💖

Serena returns to a dark and empty apartment, haphazardly throwing her keys on the kitchen island on the way to her bedroom.

She grabs a pillow from her bed and flops down face first, using it to muffle the scream that comes out of her.

She stays like that, unmoving, for a few minutes before grabbing her phone and turning it back on. The incessant pinging of notifications welcome her, multiple texts and missed calls from her mom and Ethan.

Rolling her eyes at Ethan's notifications, she hits the video call button for her mom.

"Hi, sweetie! How was your day?"

"Awful."

"What's wrong?"

And that's when Serena spills it all, the tears resurfacing.

"I know it's only been six months since I became lead, but maybe this was a mistake."

Serena pauses for a split second.

"I wanna go home," she chokes out.

"Oh, honey." Concern drips from her mom's voice. "This is your dream job, though."

"...it was. But I don't want to work somewhere where I'm not welcome. And they've made that abundantly clear."

Just then, another incoming call from Ethan lights up her screen. Serena quickly taps ignore.

"Whatever you want to do, we support you and you are always welcome to come home."

"Thanks, mom." Serena rolls over onto her back. "I love my job, but I hate working in this hostile environment."

"You can't change the way people behave, but you can change the environment you're surrounded in."

Control what you can control.

She used to be a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed young woman, hell bent on leaving the world a little bit better than she'd found it. She had wanted to volunteer with organizations like Médecins Sans Frontières, the WHO, and the Red Cross, all the while traveling the world and experiencing all life has to offer.

She'd promised herself to always put herself and her career first — she'd worked way too hard to get where she is and she wasn't going to let anyone keep her from reaching her dreams.

And then she'd met, and fell in love with, Ethan. Applying for jobs and experiences elsewhere never even crossed Serena’s mind after that.

She'd follow him to the ends of the Earth and bear the weight of his world on her shoulders if he'd asked.

But not even Atlas carried the weight of the world effortlessly. And if she'd learned anything that day, it was that she'd been the one making sacrifices for far too long.

"You're right, mom."

"Get some sleep, sweetheart. You'll feel better after a good night's rest."

They end the call, but Serena stares at her ceiling for hours. She replays how the last six months have been hell on Earth, how she hadn't accomplished the majority of the goals she'd set, compromising on things she'd promised herself.

"It's not worth it," she whispers into the night.

Serena doesn't notice her phone lighting up with a photo of Ethan and another one of his calls as she cries herself to sleep.

~~~~~~

Serena wakes before her alarm, feeling much better. Instead of going back to sleep like she normally would, she slowly gets out of bed, and makes her way to the kitchen.

She prepares herself a warm cup of lemon and honey water before going back to her room and unrolling her yoga mat in front of the floor to ceiling windows.

She sits cross-legged, sipping on her water, admiring the still-asleep city of Boston.

Feeling more awake, she sets a timer and begins her day with a meditation session, clearing her mind and centering herself for yet another long, and difficult, day ahead.

When the timer goes off, Serena opens her eyes, and they’re filled with the fire and intensity of a woman who knows her own power.

~~~~~~

A large bouquet of red roses greet Serena as she walks into her office. She rolls her eyes, knowing exactly who they're from and what the note says before she’s even fully in the space.

Her hands full, she carefully pushes the vase aside, putting down her designer tote bag and reusable water bottle. Without giving the flowers, or note, another glance, Serena turns on her laptop and begins her day.

She spends the morning attending meetings, supplying answers to any and all questions with a cool calmness. She correctly diagnoses three separate patients that have stumped other, more experienced doctors for weeks, radiating confidence. She leads the new interns in their rounds with encouragement and strength.

As Serena departs for lunch, she overhears one say, "She's so put together. When I’m an attending, I want to be like Dr. Harlow."

Serena sighs under her breath. The grass isn’t always greener on the other side.

~~~~~~

Ethan is waiting for her when she turns the corner to her office. He stands when he sees her and it takes everything in her to not roll her eyes at him.

"Hi."

Serena walks past him without a word or glance.

"I was hoping to have lunch with you."

"I'm busy."

"Of course, but you still need to eat," Ethan says hopefully.

"I'm not hungry."

"But I made reservations at—"

Serena looks up and the coldness in her stare would rival Medusa's.

"I have a job to do. I don't have time to go on fancy lunches."

They stare silently at each other, at an impasse. Ethan is the one to offer a truce.

"Serena, I'm sorry."

"I don't have time for this right now."

Serena’s eyes dart to the door, signaling to Ethan that his time is up.

Ethan's eyes plead with her, but Serena has already returned her attention to the papers in front of her.

He squares his shoulders, straightens his tie, and turns for the door.

I'll make things right later.

Little does Ethan know that after he leaves, Serena spends her lunch searching for, and applying to, jobs.

~~~~~~

Serena goes out of her way to avoid Ethan for the rest of the day. She knows she’s being immature and this isn’t the best way to handle it, but she just doesn’t have it in her to deal with him after the earth-shattering revelation she came to last night.

By the time Ethan makes it to Serena’s office at the end of the day, she’s already stepped onto the T.

He lets out a defeated sigh. No matter how badly he wants to show up at her apartment to see her and work this out, he knows better than to trap Serena when she so clearly wants space.

But maybe he should have.

As he walks out of the building, Ethan resigns himself to another sleepless night alone.

~~~~~~

An incoming notification chimes as Serena enters her room after getting ready for bed. She swipes the notification bar downwards as she climbs into bed.

A new email.

From Médecins Sans Frontières.

Asking to give them a call at her earliest convenience.

Serena stares blankly at the screen for a few beats, a myriad of mixed emotions coursing through her: hope, confusion, fear.

Her finger hovers over the phone number at the bottom of the email. She wasn’t expecting, or prepared for, a turnaround time of ten hours.

After some internal back and forth, she figures it would be better to call them when someone is already burning the midnight oil rather than at the ungodly hour that is before her shift.

She holds her breath as the dialing tone emits, part of her hoping that no one answers. But then:

“Médecins Sans Frontières, this is Rebecca. How may I help you?”

~ The Next Day: 10:30am ~

Serena walks through the double doors of Edenbrook, greeting other doctors and nurses as she saunters through the atrium.

Usually in her office by 6am, she told Tobias she woke up not feeling well, but that she’d be in later.

It wasn’t a lie, per se. She did wake up feeling unwell.

Due to the butterflies in her stomach at her impending interview at 8am with Médecins Sans Frontières.

Rounding the corner to her office, she sees Tobias sitting at her desk through the floor-to-ceiling panes.

“Replacing me, already?” She says as she pushes the door open.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, boss.” Tobias winks and smirks as he vacates her spot, moving to the round table for team discussions.

“Feeling better?”

“Yes, thank you.” Serena avoids eye contact as she sets her things down.

As she gets situated, someone enters the room.

“Big Chief! To what do we owe this pleasure?” Tobias teases.

“Tobias.” Ethan nods in acknowledgement. “I need a moment with Serena.”

Tobias’ eyes dart quickly between Ethan and Serena. It doesn’t go unnoticed how the temperature in the room has chilled since Ethan entered.

Tobias gives a low whistle. “If you need me, I’ll be anywhere but here.”

They both watch Tobias hurriedly leave the room. As the door swings shut behind him, Ethan visibly deflates and sighs.

“Serena, please talk to me.”

“What would you like to talk about?” She still hasn’t looked at him, shuffling around papers on her desk.

“About how sorry I am and that I am an absolute asshole.”

“The asshole part I agree with,” Serena scoffs.

He approaches her desk, both hands atop the wood as he implores her.

“I had had a rough day — every single employee was badgering me, buttering me up as the new Chief and I feel as though I’m being pulled in a million different directions.”

“Yeah, well, all my rough days have accumulated to rough months, but you don’t see me lashing out at you.”

This statement gives Ethan pause, his brows furrowing.

“Is everything alright?”

Serena finally looks at him, but Ethan wishes she hadn’t: her eyes are brimming with unshed tears.

“I don’t even remember the last time things were ‘alright.’”

“Wha—”

But before Ethan can even finish his word, Serena is up out of her chair and leaving the office, wiping her cheeks.

Ethan is left standing in his old office, a solitary figure, beginning to feel frantic.

~ 8pm ~

Serena’s phone rings as she’s walking home from the T stop. She stops and rummages through her bag.

“Hello, this is Serena.”

“Dr. Harlow, good evening! This is Rebecca from Médecins Sans Frontières. Do you have a minute to speak?”

“Yes, of course.”

“I’m delighted to inform you that Médecins Sans Frontières would like to extend you an official offer assisting our work in Myanmar, beginning as soon as possible.”

#dr ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart #playchoices #choices open heart #open heart fanfiction #ethan ramsey open heart

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yzeltia · 9 months

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Wolgraha Week

Day 4: Sacrifice Characters: Y'zel Tia, Lyna, U'rahn Nuhn, G'raha Tia Rating: Teen Notes: N/A

It'd been nearly three minutes of total silence. Keith couldn't think of anything to say and Lyna seemed to be lost in confusion or maybe just stunned by his presence. U'rahn looked between them, face still filled with expectation. In his impatience, the Miqo'te thrashed his tail.

"C'mon C'mon! There's gotta be more you two have to say to one another. Especially you, this was your idea," the Nuhn huffed, nudging at the Hyur.

"So it was," Keith chuckled nervously, "Apologies. I'm not sure what I thought would happen coming here. Really we weren't sure it would work but I guess having the Echo or something let me pass through."

"I too find myself at a loss for words," Lyna responded, seeming to actively be ignoring U'rahn, body shifted lightly away, "You say you are the Exarch's partner. Forgive me, I just can not picture him…with anyone. Though I am pleased to know he's happy at the very least."

"Very happy. Extremely. Still, I know he misses his home here. His time with you. He talks about you like his own daughter. I guess I felt I should meet you, if it were possible, and declare my intentions toward him. I plan to ask him to marry me come Starlight, er, a special holiday for us on the Source. You're the only one I haven't had a chance to talk with about it. I would humbly ask you to allow me to also be your family should Raha agree to my proposal."

Lyna was taken aback as Keith bowed deeply before her. "Well. I don't really know you. I…," she trailed off before clutching at her heart, "If you make him truly happy, then I would welcome you."

Keith looked up then beamed before throwing his arms around the woman, "Thank you! If it works out I'll be kinda like your dad or grandpa or something! And since I can travel between realms I can pass notes and whatever else between you two. He's going to be so surprised! Maybe a little angry we were playing with powers beyond our comprehension, but I'm sure hearing from you will smooth things over."

"Hey hey Show her the pictures," U'rahn interjected.

Dazed, Lyna broke free from Keith's embrace as he dug around for his tomestone. Her eyes widened as the Hyur began to swipe through pictures of G'raha. She touched her cheek as she felt a tear.

"He truly is happy…," she whispered as she memorized every photo before noticing a pattern, "Keith…why are there so many pictures of him eating?"

"Ah. He really enjoys food. Maybe you could send him something as a surprise"

Lyna thought for a moment, "Perhaps some lemon waffles. I cannot say I remember him being expressly fond of them but I'm sure it'll be a reminder of home."

"Sounds good," Keith beamed.

"Can I have some too? For my girlfriend? I have a girlfriend now, Lyna. They're a beautiful…uh…hmm…well! They're beautiful!"

"I can send more as needed," Lyna answered, focused on the tomestone, "Is it possible I could keep this device?"

"Well, it's sort of personal…but -"

"Yeah Yeah! Nyx can make Keith a new one! Nyx is my girlfriend."

Lyna ignored U'rahn as Keith swiped around on the tomestone before handing it over, "You just push this button to look at the pictures and the funny box with a circle if you want to capture one of your own. We can even trade pictures so that way when I visit I can give you more."

Lyna sniffled a bit, "Thank you for this gift. It brings me such joy to know the Exarch's alright, even more so to see it."

"I'll make sure to check in often then and uh, on my own next time," Keith said, the two looking to U'rahn.

"Huh? What is it," the Nuhn asked, getting a chuckle out of the other two.

-The Source, Later-

"Keith? Are you here? Something smells delicious," G'raha's voice called out as he rounded into Keith's room.

The Hyur had just finished playing the waffles, drizzling lemon curd sparingly in little lines across the dish, having made the mistake of trying a whole spoonful when he'd prepared it initially with Lyna. G'raha froze as he looked at the meal, then to Keith.

"You will not believe this, but I believe you've stumbled upon a popular Nordvantian breakfast."

"Really? It came to me first thing this morning when I was chatting with this lovely Viera."

"A gleaner friend," G'raha asked, taking his seat to dig into the waffle.

"Mmm. I don't think so. Check your tomestone, I sent you a picture."

"A picture? Why would you-"

G'raha dropped his tomestone as Lyna's and Keith's face filled the screen. "How!? How can this be!?"

The Hyur smiled as he sat down across from his boyfriend. "Scientific Method."

"I am uncertain if you know what that even means and it does not, in the slightest, explain anything. Please Keith!"

"Alright! I wanted to meet Lyna and tell her how you're doing and so I asked Violet to see if she could figure out a way for me to cross over but she was busy and so I gave up until I ran into Rahn. He figured I had the Echo like him so why shouldn't I try to go on through and it worked!"

"Do you have any idea!?…You could have-," G'raha started before letting out a small sob, "You are an absolute idiot! Risking sacrificing yourself like that… but I can't even be mad. Lyna…everyone at the Crystarium…I have means to peer into their world and make sure they are well," he sobbed.

"Raha. I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't think of the risk, but in the end it's okay right? You're not too mad?"

"I'm furious and elated but mostly upset that I'm in love with an absolute reckless fool."

"Hey, I think those whose first plans were to sacrifice themselves, more than one might I add, can't be throwing around 'reckless fool' like that."

G'raha huffed then hurried around the table, and pushed Keith back into his chair by shoulders, soon smothering him with desperate, lemony, kisses. Surprised, the Hyur took the other by the waist then slumped to his side, falling onto the floor as he clumsily turned the other’s enthusiastic embrace.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #ffxiv oc #ff xiv #ffxiv miqo'te #u'rahn nuhn #g'raha #wol x g'raha tia #g'raha/wol #g'raha tia #keith summers #lyna #lyna ffxiv

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Cross-post:

Dear Fellow Traveler

Chapter 3

TW: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT (nothing graphic)

“Alright, Morgan. Spill it.” Prentiss pulled out a chair and sat next to Morgan, a playful smirk on her face. “You’ve been giggling at your phone like a teenager for ages now. Who’s the lucky person to have your attention?”

“First of all, I do not giggle.” Morgan muttered. “And second, it’s nothing, Prentiss. Just a friend of mine.” At that, Prentiss raised a disbelieving eyebrow.

“A friend, huh? Is that who’s always got your head in the clouds?” Prentiss teased. “Because that sounds like more than a friend to me.” Morgan sighed, deciding to ignore the fact that she might be right.

“Come on, Prentiss.” Morgan said. “You know I don’t chase people for this long.” Prentiss’s smile only grew wider.

“So you are talking to someone! I knew it! Give me all the details.” Prentiss leaned in, teasingly curious. Morgan rolled his eyes at her.

“There’s nothing to say, Prentiss. We haven’t even met in person.” And I don’t even know what he looks like.

“Then it sounds like you need to change that.” Prentiss nudged him gently. “If you ever need advice-”

“You’re probably the last person I’d go seeking love advice from. If I ever needed it, which I don’t.” Morgan retorted, though it was more playful than anything else. “And besides, I don’t really plan to do anything. I just like talking to him, that’s all.” Prentiss stared at him for a long moment, then conceded with a shrug.

“Alright, alright.” Prentiss relented, leaning away. “But seriously, if you’re feeling conflicted, I think you should go for it. Whoever he is, he obviously makes you happy. And that’s good enough for me.” With a smile, she flicked Morgan’s shoulder before sidling back to the others.

“Wheels up in ten.” Hotch announced, suddenly appearing from his office. “We’ll be debriefed on the plane. We’re heading to Richmond.” Morgan rushed to his office to grab his go-bag, while the rest of the team skittered around, gathering their things.

They eventually met up again in front of the elevator. “Did you know that Morgan’s got a boyfriend?” Prentiss whisper-shouted to JJ as they waited. JJ gasped, whipping around to stare at him.

“You’re kidding.” She snickered. “No wonder you’ve been so chipper lately.”

“Alright, stop that. And don’t get your hopes up. He’s not my boyfriend or anything.” Morgan huffed, moving to hold the elevator door open as it arrived.

“Really? That’s too bad. You need one. Maybe then you’ll simmer down a little, mister hotshot.” JJ teased, slipping inside with Prentiss trailing behind her.

By the time they reached the jet, the others were already there. Rossi, who had taken a few days off, had finally returned and was waiting for them on the jet. Hotch was settled in his usual spot, flipping through a few files he had brought with him.

As they took off, Garcia called in to give the rundown of the case. “So, we have a few serial killings at Virginia U. All the victims were girls and were strangled to death, with chains. Though they were never left at the crime scene.”

“Do we know if these chains are a specific make? Maybe they can only be specially bought.” Morgan offered, scrolling through the photos Garcia had sent to their tablets.

“No, these are chains you can buy at any hardware store, according to the marking left. Nothing special about them. Trust me, I already looked.” Garcia sighed, shaking her head. “Anyway, we have had four victims in as many days, which is why we were called in so urgently.”

“The university has a history of students becoming violent criminals, but it's been almost a decade since the last one.” JJ added thoughtfully. “Maybe it's someone who was recently released deciding to come and wreak havoc on the school? Revenge kills?”

“But that was over a decade ago. I doubt they’d want to take their anger out on kids they wouldn’t know.” Rossi offered. “But then again, it's hard to rationalize the actions of a psychopathic killer.”

“Any signs of sexual assault?” Hotch asked. Garcia sighed and nodded.

“More like all the signs.” Garcia said, typing away at her computer. She froze suddenly, a deep frown on her face. “And they’ve just found another victim. I’ve forwarded the photos to your tablets.”

“JJ, you and Rossi will go to the medical examiner. Prentiss, you and Morgan will go straight to the latest crime scene. And I’ll get us set up at the local police department.” Hotch decided. With assignments delegated, the rest of the short plane ride was in relative silence, with the occasional theory being brought up.

“He left the chain this time.” Morgan noted, kneeling down to take a closer look at the young woman's body. “And Garcia was right about the chains being accessible. They’re really nothing special.”

“The victim’s name was Emma Garrison. She was reported missing less than 24 hours ago.” Prentiss explained, glancing around the crime scene. “Our unsub did what he planned quickly, and didn’t hold her long, if at all.”

“I would think it would be difficult to keep someone subdued privately on such a populated campus. And no one saw anything at all?” Morgan asked.

“No witnesses have come forward so far.” Prentiss replied, sliding on her gloves as she knelt beside Morgan. She prodded at the body a bit, before letting out a sigh. “There are signs of sexual assault.”

“And clear defensive wounds. Might’ve gotten her with a blitz attack.” Morgan stated. “We need to get into contact with anyone on and off campus that knows her personally. That might help us get closer to the unsub.”

After their analysis of the latest crime scene, Morgan and Prentiss made their way to the local police department. Hotch had already set them up in a conference room, with pictures of the victims taped up in chronological order. “Morgan, Prentiss, this is Detective Noah Walsh. He’s the one heading up the investigation.” Hotch introduced.

Noah gingerly shook their hands, then bowed his head. “Sorry to call you guys here on such short notice. Normally, we’d have more information for you, thanks to our consultant, but he’s stuck at the university. The place is on lockdown until we can find a suspect.”

“Is he like a student there or something?” Morgan asked absently, instead taking in the timeline Hotch had created.

“Well, yeah. But he’s a real bright kid. I’ve been keeping him filled in, so he may call if he has any ideas.” Noah explained. Prentiss nodded.

“We’ll need all the help we can get.” She added dully.

“How is the university handling things?” Hotch questioned. Noah shifted nervously.

“Well, they’ve imposed a curfew.” He said.

“And?”

“That’s it.” Noah raised his hands defensively when Morgan whirled around suddenly, stunned at the seeming lack of concern or care for their students. “There’s been issues at that school for years. Most of the recent incidents have been kept under wraps by the higher ups. But the press caught wind of this too fast for the school to cover it up.”

Hotch frowned. Before he could say more, JJ and Rossi appeared in the doorway. “The press is outside waiting for a statement. We barely made it in here without being tackled.” Rossi huffed, dropping the medical examiner’s reports on the table.

“We’ll hold off on a statement until we can nail down the profile. If we say the wrong thing, we may end up pushing the unsub to strike faster than he already is.” Hotch decided after a moment. “Anything with the medical examiner?”

“The latest victim died the same way as the others. Strangled with a chain and sexually assaulted both post and ante-mortem. This time the chain was left at the scene. There were traces of DNA, and they’re working on identifying it as we speak.” JJ explained. Hotch nodded slowly.

“The strangulation suggests that the unsub has a personal vendetta against these women. But using the chain means he doesn’t want to get his hands too dirty. Yet he still has the strength to subdue these women and kill them quickly.” Rossi added bluntly.

“I bet the university is still trying to cover for this student. They may have some idea as to who our unsub is.” Hotch decided after a while. “I’ll go speak with them. JJ, Rossi, head to the school and interview a few students. I had Garcia compile a list of people who may be of some interest to our investigation. It should be sent to your phones. Prentiss, stay with Morgan and continue to work on victimology. We’ll have to hope that this consultant gives us a call. For now, he’s one of our only leads.”

With that, Prentiss and Morgan were left with Detective Noah, who flipped through the medical examiner’s reports as though new information would jump out at him from the pages. After a while of theorizing in silence, the conference room’s phone began to ring.

Morgan leaned over to read the number, expecting Garcia with more info. Instead, it was a number he didn’t recognize. Or maybe he did, but he couldn’t recall from where. Detective Noah peered over his shoulder, noticing Morgan’s confusion, and slumped a little in relief. “That’s our consultant, Dr. Spencer Reid.” That’s not…my Spencer, is it? Surely not. Right? Without a moment’s hesitation, Detective Noah answered and put the phone on speaker to allow the agents to hear.

“Good afternoon, Detective. Sorry I haven’t called sooner. I had to confirm some things before I presented my findings.” The voice on the other end apologized, letting out an airy laugh. “Your unsub belongs to a makeshift fraternity called Alpha. They basically believe women to be scum, for lack of a better word, and feel it's their place to take care of them. Some of their members even refer to them as dogs, hence the chains. They remind me of chains one may use to shackle a dog to their doghouse.”

“Ew. Men.” Prentiss huffed. “Uh, no offense, Morgan.” Morgan could hardly hear her. Spencer was stuck at a university with a murderer, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

“...Derek? Is that you?” Spencer asked carefully, his voice adorably hopeful. Despite his anxieties, just hearing Spencer’s voice made him feel a lot better.

“Yeah, Spence. It’s me.” Morgan smiled, ignoring Prentiss’ shocked gasp.

Spencer nervously cleared his throat, remembering why he had called in the first place. “Right. Um. The dean has been trying to hide this group’s existence from students, but it’s impossible to hide everything from nosy students. They disbanded less than a week ago, which lines up with the first victim. So your unsub is most likely in that group. I’ve just sent a list of all the members to Derek.”

“Thank you so much, Dr. Reid. You have no idea how grateful we always are for your help.” Detective Noah sighed, relieved. “Be sure to stay safe.”

“I will. And it’s my pleasure.” Spencer replied, ending the call. Before Prentiss could turn on Morgan to interrogate him, he called Garcia, asking her to check out the alibis for the students on Spencer’s list.

After a bit of digging, Garcia found that only one of the former members of the Alpha fraternity did not have a solid alibi, that being Blake Gaines. “Hotch, it looks like Blake Gaines may be our unsub. He resides in Jayden Morse Hall. I had Garcia send his photo to your phones. We’ll be there in fifteen.” Prentiss relayed as she rushed out of the conference room, Morgan right on her heels.

“I can get us there in seven.” Morgan growled determinedly, fishing his keys out of his pocket and hopping into the driver’s seat.

“Try not to kill us, Morgan.” Prentiss sighed, ending the call. Morgan let out a gruff laugh.

“Like I’d ever let that happen.” Morgan sped down the road, sirens wailing as he went. He braked hard as he came to the police perimeter, quickly shutting off the car and hopping out to rush onto campus.

The pair made their way around the perimeter of the residence hall, eyes carefully trained on the exits and entrances, ensuring that there was no way for Blake to escape. There was a sudden commotion and the rear exit door swung open. Blake was scrambling away, with JJ hot on his trail.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Prentiss and Morgan rush to cut him off, trapping him between the three agents. Realizing he had no means of escape, Blake huffed and slowly raised his hands, allowing JJ to cuff him with minimal insults flung their way. “That was easier than I expected.” Morgan said as JJ marched Blake away.

“Maybe a little too easy.” Prentiss frowned. “With all due respect, he seems like an idiot. I’m not sure how he went on for so long without being caught.” Morgan shrugged, but he had to admit she had a point. Something was amiss.

Morgan hesitated a little as they headed back to the car. Spencer was here, somewhere. And it would be so good to see him. As much as he hated to admit it, he really, really wanted to just hold onto Spencer and give him the attention and love he deserves–

Morgan shook his head, bringing himself back to the present. He really needed to focus. Dealing with his personal life and feelings comes later, his job comes first.

Back at the police station, Morgan stood beside Hotch who was intently watching the interrogation. “So you have no idea how these women ended up dead? Somehow, I find that hard to believe.” Rossi scoffed, tapping at a picture directly in front of Blake. “From what we heard around campus, she was your girlfriend. You two had broken up only a few weeks ago, and you were taking it less than well.”

“Shut the hell up! You don’t know what you’re doing, old man.” Blake snapped back, glaring at Rossi. “I don’t have to say shit. Once the dean catches wind that I’m in here, you’ll all be sorry!” Unfazed by his outburst, Rossi leaned back in his chair.

“You know, we found some DNA at the crime scene. In fact, it was on the victim herself. I bet if we had a sample of yours, we’d find a match.” He offered Blake a tight smile. “Listen, kid. The easiest way to clear your name and get you out of here is to consent to a DNA test. That’s all you’ve gotta do.” Blake tensed, eyes growing wide at Rossi’s words.

“I want my phone call.” Blake huffed, crossing his arms. “I don’t have to talk to you people.” Rossi simply shrugged, standing from the chair and leaving the room.

As Rossi, Hotch, and Morgan were coming up with a new strategy, a well-dressed man barged into the station, pushing past all the officers trying to stop him. “Agent Hotchner!” He yelled, pointing an accusing finger at the agent. “I demand that you release my son this instant! He has done nothing wrong and there’s no proof that any of these killings had to do with him.”

“Ah, Mr. Gaines. I’ve been expecting you.” Hotch straightened up and met his gaze evenly. “We have probable cause to keep Blake here due to DNA we found on the most recent victim. Should he agree to a DNA test, it would expedite the process.”

“Then, I’m here as the dean of Virginia University, trying to free one of my students who is being wrongfully held.” Mr. Gaines faltered a little. “He doesn’t have to consent to a test if he doesn’t want to. His testimony should be more than sufficient.”

“I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way.” Hotch apologized flatly. “You don’t have the authority to demand the release of a suspect. And Blake is a person of interest.”

“Then I’m calling our lawyer.” Mr. Gaines snarled, glaring harshly at Hotch. “My boy wouldn’t hurt a fly.” Hotch watched him stalk away, then turned to Morgan. “Call Garcia and see if she has anything new on Blake. If we can’t find anything concrete, we’ll have to let him go.”

“Hey, baby girl. Please tell me you’ve got something new on Blake.” Morgan asked, heading into the conference room and placing his phone on the table, so everyone could hear.

“Of course I do! Your lack of faith in me is hurtful.” Garcia huffed. “The kid’s got a sealed record. So of course I got nosy and unsealed it. Turns out, he has like twenty different charges against him for sexual assault against both men and women, but they were dropped every time due to witnesses retracting their statements.”

“And I’ll bet the dean has everything to do with it.” Morgan sighed, shaking his head.

“He’ll be back soon. I’ll see if I can get through to him. Maybe we’ll be able to get that DNA test after all.” Rossi offered. “I mean, Mr. Gaines wouldn’t be rejecting the one thing that could prove Blake innocent once and for all if he didn’t worry that Blake was actually guilty.”

“Alright, that’s probably best.” Hotch decided. “He won’t want to talk to me, since he sees me as responsible for his son being in custody.”

The team waited around for Mr. Gaines to return, surprisingly with no lawyer at his side like they expected. “I’m giving you people one more chance to let my son go without causing any more issues.”

“Mr. Gaines, hello again. A pleasure to see you.” Rossi greeted warmly, taking the man’s hand and pulling him aside. “I just need to exchange a few words with you, if you don’t mind.” Without another word, Rossi pulled him to the far side of the conference room, just out of earshot of the other agents.

Though Morgan couldn’t hear what they were saying, he watched Mr. Gaines’ body language shift as Rossi continued to talk. After a few minutes, they return to the group. “I consent to a DNA test for my son. I…want these women to get the justice they deserve.”

Hotch nodded and went to order the test, while JJ escorted Mr. Gaines out of the room. “What’d you say to him to get him to cave?” Prentiss asked curiously.

“Ah, well. I have my ways.” Rossi smiled as he shrugged. Morgan couldn’t help but laugh while Prentiss rolled her eyes.

After a few hours, JJ returned with Mr. Gaines, who looked like he had seen a ghost. “The test came back positive. Blake confessed to everything after he talked to Mr. Gaines.”

“I betrayed him.” Mr. Gaines murmured. “I should have protected him. And have been a better father.”

“Thank you for your help, Mr. Gaines.” Hotch nodded to him. Mr. Gaines didn’t reply, slumping his shoulders as he turned away. “We’ll need to contact the families of the victims, then we’re done here.”

Morgan helped make a few phone calls, consoling the mourning families. They were grateful, however, for the closure the team was able to provide.

“Shouldn’t you go visit Spencer while we’re still here?” Prentiss asked, spinning lazily in a chair in the conference room. Though the team was technically done with their investigation, they still needed to wait on the jet to be ready.

“I want to. I really do. But I want us to meet under better circumstances.” Morgan admitted. “After helping catch a murderer, I don’t think he’d be in the mood anyway. And I don’t know where he is or what he’s up to.” Prentiss sighed.

“Those are poor excuses. That’s what your phone is for, dummy.” Prentiss swiveled and stared at him. “But whatever. At least give him a call. Check in on him.”

“I will.” Morgan promised.

“The jet’s ready, so let’s get going.” Rossi called, poking his head into the conference room.

“Sweet. This place was getting a little too dreary for my taste. Can’t wait to take a good nap.” Prentiss stretched animatedly and nudged Morgan. “And if I catch wind from Garcia that you didn’t talk to you-know-who…”

“Yeah, yeah. Alright, I get it.” Morgan laughed, playfully lifting his arms to appease her as he stood. “You’re really starting to sound like Garcia.”

“Well, good. Then you’ll listen to me.” Prentiss stuck out her tongue at him, which only caused him to laugh harder.

The flight back was short, but not fast enough for Morgan’s taste. As much as he played off wanting to call Spencer, he really wanted to hear his voice again. I miss him. God, I just wanna hold him, so badly.

“You going out with us tonight, Morgan?” JJ asked as they arrived back at the office. “We’re finally back at a reasonable hour. It’d be a shame to waste it.”

“Sorry, guys. I think I’ll pass today.” Morgan replied, quickly gathering his things and attempting to slink away.

“Morgan not wanting to go out? Something’s wrong with him.” JJ blinked at him, wide-eyed. “Is it your boyfriend? Or, sorry, almost boyfriend.”

“Did you know that he’s the consultant for Richmond PD? Morgan got a little flustered when he called in.” Prentiss teased, meeting Morgan’s glare with a wide smile.

“Oh!” JJ smirked. “Well, please. Don’t let us stop you from your romantic pursuits. Have a good night, Morgan!”

“Yeah. Bye, guys.” Morgan sighed and headed to the elevator with a shake of his head.

“We still love you, y’know! We’re just teasing!” Prentiss called after him.

“Totally holding it against you if you find someone!” Morgan replied, letting the elevator doors close before Prentiss could retort.

Morgan drove a little faster than he intended to, but he needed to get home. He needed to hear his pretty boy again. He had hardly stepped through the door when he pulled out his phone and dialed the number he now made a point to commit to memory. It only rang once before there was an answer. “Derek?”

“Hey, pretty boy.” Morgan sighed, settling on his couch.

“I heard you guys caught your unsub. I guess my info helped?” Spencer asked.

“More than you know. We wouldn’t have been able to narrow down our list of suspects that quickly without it.” Morgan replied.

“That’s good. Are you home now? It’s a bit earlier than usual.” Spencer wondered.

“Yeah. And it’s thanks to you. We probably would have been stuck over there for another day or two without you.” Morgan let out a light laugh. “Are you okay though? I know it must have been tough. And you were stuck on campus the whole time.”

Spencer didn’t reply right away, instead letting out a soft breath. “If I’m being honest, I was terrified.” He whispered, voice shaky. “Even when I called Detective Noah to give him information, I was trying really hard to stay composed. When I found out you were there, it made me feel a lot better. Like nothing could touch me, so long as I knew you were near.”

“Spence…”

“Sorry, corny. I know.” Spencer chuckled. “But I’m home now. So everything’s fine. The campus will be closed for the next few days, so I’ll have some free time on my hands.”

“That’s good. You deserve a break.” Morgan barely managed to stop himself from asking about Spencer’s plans. As much as he wanted to meet him, Morgan wondered if it was really the right time. Then again, there’s no time like the present. But, I don’t want to bother him either. God, why is this so hard?

“Spencer, who are you talking to now?” A gruff voice asked from the other line. Morgan frowned, trying to recall where he had heard it before.

“Sorry, I have to go. But we’ll talk later, okay? Take care of yourself, and rest well.” Spencer rushed out, hanging up before Morgan had a chance to reply.

That was more than suspicious to him, but he decided to let it go for now. After all, Morgan didn’t want to push Spencer too much, in case he doesn’t want to talk about it.

Patience, Morgan. Patience.

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baekhvuns · 1 year

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Omg I'm sorry you had to answer me on your laptop, I don't know why my message is cursed, hopefully this one is normal - BUT WHY CAN'T I LINK SHIT ANYMORE 🔫

Well PSG tried, but didn't not succeed, Bayern defeating more of your faves. Bayern outsold lmaooo. Also Tottenham is out (so sad 🥰), Chelsea is doing something...? Liverpool went insane mode, maybe we shouldn't have mocked them before, I feel bad for MU, but also can't stop laughing at the score. HOWEVER Liverpool better be doing better in PL only, they're playing RM soon and I need them to be shit <3

Premier League has always been more interesting to me than La Liga, but CL is still the most interesting and unpredictable

Fake ass fans, even I know his full name even though I'm a hater https://twitter.com/Kindinzin/status/1633433110657265671?t=rIRz46_drH7z_WfwdcxMoA&s=19 I'm gonna start calling him Ricardo from now on

I think kpop is at its peak of popularity rn, because the amount of random kpop and kpop stans spotting I've had in the past 3 years is crazy! However, kpop is not mainstream at all, sure most people understand what kpop means, may have heard of BTS or BP, but that's about it. And that's fine! Hybe thinks they're the heroes, but they're actually acting like villains, honestly the whole back and forth between both companies is childish as hell, I hate SM, but Hybe is really ruining shit.

Yunho Parisian??? I'm awful cause my first thought was "you should be happy you're leaving Paris, don't cry" https://twitter.com/atzxmxxshx/status/1633617809732419584?t=NHmFuJloyP26WzTNSlOJhw&s=19 btw Paris I blew my Korean friends' minds, they had no idea Paris was that small. It's ridiculous how small it is compared to other big cities in Europe. I haven't eaten spotted dick cause I've been vegetarian for ages before going vegan and even if I still consumed meat you wouldn't catch me eating that shit! I've seen the Jolly x HongSan video, but HJ and his hatred for veggies is so pathetic... is he 10? Maybe that's why he didn't grow

Omg I can imagine Canadians treated you badly when you first arrived :( how old were you?

I'm suddenly more interested in hockey player Hwa! But not as interested as I am in villain Y/N 🥰

DO YOU SEE THE SPRING SUMMER 2023 IN THE 2ND PHOTO?! https://twitter.com/hwaupdates/status/1634105059675107328?t=PxicAWQT-l-xL-U7HrFw6w&s=19 MODEL!

Saikers sounds like Psychos lol, I'm worried about their fandom name now 😬

https://twitter.com/byeonbang_tiny/status/1631929720517574662?t=_6tbRTRi5sEmWHO_oPz7tg&s=19 OP claimed Atz won't last long then said some bullshit to save face. They perform more overseas? No shit, there are so many countries djwjssjjsjdnsnnajss do they want 5 Seoul stops or a whole ass Korean tour?! Plus what about music shows, award shows, festivals... so entitled. And apparently Ktinys are hated by security. Hmmm I wonder why https://twitter.com/allabout_atz/status/1634115890634719234?t=oyCp3k9polmr4pGb89c4Fg&s=19 imo they're not hated enough. Shame I didn't show up with a baseball bat, but I'm in Busan right now. And KQ management is ignoring Korean fans?! 😭 miss you're a weirdo who doesn't respect their privacy, sit down

Finally the tour is over, worst weeks of my life!!! We're safe until they announce another one... apparently they're going to perform in SEA, I can't be mad, cause they're often omitted. They'll probably have a cb as well, which is bad for me, since I should focus on work, but I need to perceive Seonghwa 😭

SICK https://twitter.com/finelineateez/status/1633011361335894021?t=LqLhP52C4_s6MiShNhwAEw&s=19 the binders the pcs came with cost less than $20 so let that sink in 💀

And I took all of these photos https://twitter.com/hwalilac/status/1633804911778598912?t=JI5pKD-zPWaNdXh-jBSfAA&s=19 - thinking of traveller Hwa fic...

The JK stalker wtf?! Why tf do people like this exist and why aren't they separated from the society

Lmao some of the early lighstick designs were crazy and ugly, but fun. We still have some funny ones now, but there's little to no creativity. I'm still sad the new Lightiny is bald, and not the best quality. And all the white sticks may look neat, but soooooo boring - DV 💖

hello!!!

Omg I'm sorry you had to answer me on your laptop, I don't know why my message is cursed, hopefully this one is normal - BUT WHY CAN'T I LINK SHIT ANYMORE 🔫 /// Well PSG tried, but didn't not succeed, Bayern defeating more of your faves. Bayern outsold lmaooo. Also Tottenham is out (so sad 🥰), Chelsea is doing something…? Liverpool went insane mode, maybe we shouldn't have mocked them before, I feel bad for MU, but also can't stop laughing at the score. HOWEVER Liverpool better be doing better in PL only, they're playing RM soon and I need them to be shit <3

omg no don’t apologize it’s not u iTS TUMBLR 😭😭 ever since tumblr had it’s new update i can’t seem to access certain asks and all so whenever i try to copy paste my answers on the app it just doesn’t post if i don’t do it on the laptop 🔫🔫🔫

i can always count on bayern to absolute demolish my favourites <33 but tbh, idk if u noticed but hasn’t this season’s bayern has been a little weak,,, as in it’s quite easy to get into their heads and defence and borussia is actually on it’s way to win bundesliga 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️ tottenham, are we surprised </3 the memes about the score are so funny 😭😭😭 ten hag waking the players up at 8 in the morning for training LMFAOOOOO what a day i can’t believe how easily they did it???? lIKE WERE MU PLAYING AT ALL?? OOOO UR RIGHT THE RM V LIVAPOOL that’ll be fun to watch, either a disappointment or a surprise fhwjdhjd

Premier League has always been more interesting to me than La Liga, but CL is still the most interesting and unpredictable //// Fake ass fans, even I know his full name even though I'm a hater https://twitter.com/Kindinzin/status/1633433110657265671?t=rIRz46_drH7z_WfwdcxMoA&s=19 I'm gonna start calling him Ricardo from now on

la liga is going downhill, and has been ever since r7 and messi left,,, la liga is full of benzema being a drama queen, PL is so funny they’re just randomly fighting on the field and ligue un….tragic, there is no privacy at that finished club, EVERYTHING IS REVEALED even the shit in the locker rooms 😭😭😭 NAHHHHHH EVEN FAKE FANS KNOW HIS HAME HOW TF THEY GOT RICARDO OUT OF THAT 😭😭😭 i like what the japanese fans call neymar they call him “neymaru!!” 😭😭

UR RIGHT UR RIGHT “However, kpop is not mainstream at all” BUT THIS >>>>>> kpop is still seen as a niche, western artistsjust be trying to expand into the asia market thru them, like anime for japan and kpop for korea and tbh it’s nice like that! with the more kpop fans the worse it gets on twt tbh,, the sm hybe community seems a little too silent these past 4 days i wonder what tf they’re cooking and we know it’ll be something stupid too 😭😭 BUT SM???? DOING THIS???? THATS SO COOL??

LMFAOOOO FBWMFBWMFBEK THE HATRED FOR PARIS FBWMBDKSJCJC yes yunho rich parisian who doesn’t like it there so i guess ur half right 😭😭 no bc how is paris almost the same size as texas 🤨🤨 EVERY TIME I READ SPOTTED DICK I SCREAAAAM 😭😭😭 ok hot take, do u prefer being a vegan or a vegetarian more, in ur humble opinion <3 i told my mom what vegan was and she’s like “so what are u eating??? grass?? no no that’s too much” context we were watching gordon ramsay cook wild rabbit LMFAOOO WHY NOT! EAT THE SPOTTED DICK FOR THE SAKE OF BEING BRITISH DBSNDBMSJCK no seriously how is this guy not eating veggies, like most, if not all the kr food for them so wHATS HIS EXCUSE,, 😯😯😯 ANON 😳 THE WAY I SCREAMED AT THE LAST PART

Omg I can imagine Canadians treated you badly when you first arrived :( how old were you? //// I'm suddenly more interested in hockey player Hwa! But not as interested as I am in villain Y/N 🥰

it be YOUR OWN PEOPLE! NOT EVEN ANYONE ELSE IT WAS JUST BROWN PEOPLE <3 i was 10 when i came here! but u best believe i talked back 🔫🔫 was not gonna let them off the hook 🔫🔫 it was also a change bc i went to an all girls school and then the day i came here and go to class and i see the buffoons 🤚🏻nasty i tell u, nasty

oH YOU ARE NOW??? 🔫🔫 villian yn hehe <3 made the outline fo rit!

DO YOU SEE THE SPRING SUMMER 2023 IN THE 2ND PHOTO?! https://twitter.com/hwaupdates/status/1634105059675107328?t=PxicAWQT-l-xL-U7HrFw6w&s=19 MODEL! //// Saikers sounds like Psychos lol, I'm worried about their fandom name now 😬

THE OUTFIT!!!!! THE OUTFIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE’S A MODEL, it looks like a photo from the 90’s, like looking at an album of ur parents travelling and boom, u see a this,,, oh to be his kids looking at his photos and flexing them 😭 5$ the fandom name is gonna be shakerz 😭😭

https://twitter.com/byeonbang_tiny/status/1631929720517574662?t=_6tbRTRi5sEmWHO_oPz7tg&s=19 OP claimed Atz won't last long then said some bullshit to save face. They perform more overseas? No shit, there are so many countries djwjssjjsjdnsnnajss do they want 5 Seoul stops or a whole ass Korean tour?! Plus what about music shows, award shows, festivals… so entitled. And apparently Ktinys are hated by security. Hmmm I wonder why https://twitter.com/allabout_atz/status/1634115890634719234?t=oyCp3k9polmr4pGb89c4Fg&s=19 imo they're not hated enough. Shame I didn't show up with a baseball bat, but I'm in Busan right now. And KQ management is ignoring Korean fans?! 😭 miss you're a weirdo who doesn't respect their privacy, sit down

omg the security even saying they dislike kr fans???? damnn 😯🤚🏻 no ur right! where will they perform in korea if not seoul??? like im sure there’s multiple stadiums but like they’re usually busy??? and they did like 2 days at seoul 😭😭😭 they live in korea WHY U WANT A KOREA TOUR 😭😭😭 anon, u need to pull up to the airport,, throw hands, do EVERYTHING! if u see them at the seoul concert, u know what to do 🤚🏻OOOOO IN BUSAN?? how’s that going!

Finally the tour is over, worst weeks of my life!!! We're safe until they announce another one… apparently they're going to perform in SEA, I can't be mad, cause they're often omitted. They'll probably have a cb as well, which is bad for me, since I should focus on work, but I need to perceive Seonghwa 😭/// SICK https://twitter.com/finelineateez/status/1633011361335894021?t=LqLhP52C4_s6MiShNhwAEw&s=19 the binders the pcs came with cost less than $20 so let that sink in 💀

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 tbh i did not even look at the concert very extensively but just as i was about to, this mf right here🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️ sea fans finally getting their share! hopefully fans there are not like the sk ones esp w what happened with nct 😭😭 IM SORRY????? 73$???? HELLO????

And I took all of these photos https://twitter.com/hwalilac/status/1633804911778598912?t=JI5pKD-zPWaNdXh-jBSfAA&s=19 - thinking of traveller Hwa fic… //// The JK stalker wtf?! Why tf do people like this exist and why aren't they separated from the society

pov : ur going thru model y/n’s photo gallery,, OHHHH U DID NOT JUST BRING REWRITE THE STARS IN THIS, would u mind a model hwa pt2

jk stalker is so scary??? living that close to him and wanting to GO INSIDE OF HIS HOUSE??? oh my god,, id die in embarrassment tbh

do u rmr ikon’s bat 😭😭 a whole weapon,, the new lesserafim light stick looks like a garden light stick 😭😭😭 lightiny going bald was a terrible choice,,, im wondering if the hybe sm thing happens, and if they end up changing their light sicks 😭😭

6 years ago…

we’re, we’re getting the RAUNCHY ROMCOMS BACK 😭😭😭😭 i can’t believe she hasn’t done a full on comedy, this is gold, AND THIS???? we won, we won big time, now we need henry cavill doing a action romcom

anon, what the heck 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

the middle one is seonghwa.

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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sukirichi · 3 years

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Hello! Can you write one about Nanami where the reader is oblivious and they're really close to Gojo so he gets jealous often. Sometimes Gojo does things purposely to annoy him and one day he just lost his composure and accidentally admitted his feelings for you.

I hope u accept if you're not too busy. Thank you!!!

— a little push

— sometimes all nanami needs is a little push.

nanami kento x fem! reader

thank you for the request anon! i’m not sure if reader is oblivious enough but i hope you like it! there’s some thick pining here hur hur, i hope you like it! i never knew i needed an easily flustered and awkward nanami in my life also this is unedited as usual

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“Do you mind?”

Nanami sighs, silently praying to the heavens you wouldn’t hear the way his heart is absolutely panicking and beating wildly right now. You’d randomly pushed him inside the teachers’ office the moment he got back to the institute at work, and now he’s doomed to hide his feelings while you look up at him with wide, innocent eyes, a shaky yet excited grin painted on your face.

“Sorry, sorry,” you wave your hands in front of you, although he can tell you’re not apologetic at all. Nanami clears his throat when you step backwards to give him space, unsure if he’s happy or sad about the distance. “I was just really excited to see you back.”

Your carefree, lighthearted voice, along with that little jump in your toes combined with your statement – you’re basically asking Nanami to shrivel up already.

The stoic man remains composed, though, only shifting to adjust his tie while he stares down at you. You’re still somewhat bouncing on your feet, teeth biting your lip – a habit you had when you want to say something but contemplating whether you should. Tilting away to hide the slight flush in his cheeks, Nanami sighs again, pretending to be tired.

The last thing he wants to admit that even though he is exhausted from work, is that you’d never bother him. In fact, having you bombard him like this makes him feel like he didn’t deal with special grade curse by himself all alone just an hour ago.

“If there’s something you want to say, I suggest you get it over with. I don’t want to stay overtime and wait until the blindfolded creep comes around.”

You giggle at his insult, hiding behind your cupped palms. Crap, Nanami looks away and focuses on the birds outside instead, suddenly finding them so interesting despite never paying attention to them before. Maybe that was the curse of crushes – it had people acting differently and in complete contrast with their behavior.

“About that,” you begin almost shyly now, and Nanami practically bursts when he sees you tapping both of your pointer fingers together, gaze tilted away from him.

It makes him wonder you’re nearly on the same skill to Gojo, yet still somehow look like a small, innocent being that makes him want to protect you from everything – even if you were more than capable of handling things yourself. Well, Nanami concludes to himself, maybe you’re really just that paradoxical that it makes sense why he can never think straight around you. Maybe he’s really not supposed to understand the complexity of his feelings when you were a phenomena to begin with already.

“You see…Satoru asked me out.”

Nanami stiffens at your statement for a split second before his head whips to you so fast. You’re observant – of course you are, you’re a jujutsu sorcerer – and you easily pick up in his sudden change of demeanor. Your brow raises at his abrupt reaction, to which Nanami conceals by flexing his neck and rolling his shoulders back.

“I am simply tired from work,” he haf-lies, “So, Satoru asked you out? Will you say yes?”

His words and tone are monotonous, almost bored even, but deep inside he’s so close to beating the crap out of his co-worker. Well, not really, Nanami isn’t a man of violence, but he’s jealous. Of course he is – he’s liked you ever since Principal Yaga hired you.

He’s never told Satoru about his little crush on you. He would be stupid to do such; Satoru would tease him to no end and maybe even be as childish to go as far as pushing him to you. Typical elementary shit, Nanami cringes to himself, watching as you look down at your feet with a pout. Now that confused him. He isn’t sure what your body language means at all, but patient as ever, Nanami only waits.

“Well,” you scratch your forehead, “I’m really flattered. I want to say yes because Satoru is a nice guy—”

“He is not. I do not respect him.”

You roll your eyes at the way his eyes darkens, “—but also I’m not sure if I should. I mean, Satoru doesn’t really date, you know? He’ll be with like one girl and be with another the next week. I just don’t want to…like, fall for that, I guess. Not that I won’t, because he’s totally not my type—”

“It’s just a yes or no,” Nanami cuts you off, his words coming out a lot harsher than he intends it to be. It’s not that he’s annoyed at your rambling, he actually finds it so adorable when you get so lost in your train of thoughts that your mind just travels from one place to another, and seeing how your eyes just leave farther from reality is something he’s always find such an attractive quirk, but not now – not when his infuriating co-worker is intending to mess with your feelings. “Do you want to go or not? Yes or no? It’s as simple as that.”

You blink back at him in surprise, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that Nanami was a no-bullshit man who hit things right on the head, a huge contrast to your happy-go-lucky self, but he’s right.

It is that simple – and you’re complicating things all over again.

When you give him an answer, Nanami has to muster all his energy to not deflate. He’s tired – but now his exhaustion and even the heartbreak comes crashing down all over him that he’s immediately weighed down and overwhelmed – so much so that all he wants is to go home.

“Yes, I want to go.”

It’s his day off.

Like everything else in his life, Nanami plans everything down to the last minute of his day. His day off consisted of him having the privilege to sleep in until 8am, then breakfast with coffee from that great café a five minute walk away from his apartment, then he’ll be reading books in his study for two hours. Comes after that is lunch, and he’ll brows through some TV shows, pick up his clothes from the dry cleaning, get that special limited edition dinner of his favorite sushi, read books again and call it a day.

Simple, peaceful, no hassle – it’s the perfect day to relax.

Except it isn’t.

Because it’s your day off too, and you’re out on a date with Satoru. He still remembers how happy you looked then upon accepting the white haired man’s invitation, your nimble fingers wrapped around his sleeve as you shyly asked him to come with you.

He doesn’t know why you had to bring him, but he doesn’t question it, nonetheless. Nanami wants to see how Satoru would react, if there could be any indication from the man behind his blindfold that he had ill intentions. Oddly enough, there didn’t seem to be any. Satoru only beamed and deflated into a chibi, enthusiastically nodding along with you while you planned your date together.

Nanami took it upon himself to leave.

With a silent scoff, Nanami placed his dinner down on the counter. Because it’s his day off – and mostly because he doesn’t feel like himself – Nanami went out to buy the limited edition sushi wearing a white shirt and some gray sweatpants, too forlorn and a little jealous to even bother dressing up.

It’s stupid, really. He’s been looking forward for this sushi for a long, long time, but now that he’s had it, he can’t even enjoy the taste. His mind keeps going back to you.

Were you having fun with Satoru? Were you enjoying your time? Was Satoru treating you well? What was Satoru’s intentions when it came with you? The last time Nanami checked, you and him got along really well and you’re mostly the one who whacks the taller man in the head upside down when he’s being stupid, almost like two peas in a pod, except you were the smarter one. He’d been so sure you’re nothing but friends and yet…it all lead to this.

Nanami pushes his sushi away. They no longer taste like anything, the texture like dried paper on his mouth. He wipes his lips with a napkin, staring longingly at well…nothing. His walls were plain and empty, and suddenly, Nanami can’t help but compare himself to Gojo.

You both planned to go to the local carnival. There’d be lots of foods and even parlor shops, ferris wheel rides and photo booths to create memories. Of course you and Satoru would go there; both of you enjoyed loud, bustling crowds, claiming there was something amazing about basking in the “lives of humans when ignorant of curses” while Nanami prefers his peace and silence.

Had you gone out on a date with him instead, Nanami can’t guarantee he’ll be any fun. He most definitely wouldn’t ask you to go to a carnival with him either. It was loud, cramped, crowded, and it’s too chaotic for him to ever enjoy your presence and enjoy it alone.

Nanami closes the sushi box, turns on the TV and lets is play on the background, a wet towel above his eyes to relax his tired eyes.

He hopes you’re having fun. He hopes Satoru is treating you well. Nanami just ignores the slight pain in his chest when he thinks of you, laughing and touching anyone but him, and he could picture it already. You’ve always been so open and welcoming to everyone, he knows you’ll have fun today, too.

That’s one of the things he finds most endearing about you – that your smile never fades and you never forget about the simple, little things in life to focus on to keep your sanity after facing curse after curse.

He’s fine, he tells himself. Satoru may be annoying, but he knows you could have fun with him, and you deserved to be happy more than anyone else.

Nanami is about to fall asleep on his couch when his phone vibrates on the coffee tables. Groaning, he flicks off the towel to his shoulders, grumbling about how Principal Yaga better be respecting his day off, but the last thing he expects to see is your contact name flashing on the screen. In the contact photo, you’re winking with a peace sign held above your head.

You look so utterly adorable Nanami just wants to kiss you. He remembers this photo was taken when Yuuji got bored and asked to play games on his phone. Upon finding that there was none – of course there was none – the strawberry-haired student opted for taking pictures of everyone instead. There’s one with Nobara growling, Megumi sipping his boba-tea with dead eyes as if he’s so done with the world, more than twenty pictures of Satoru flexing his muscles and posing like an idiot, and then there’s yours.

Nanami remembers staring at his phone for a solid minute, his gallery actually blessed with your face in it. The sun shines behind you on that photo and you’re absolutely shining. He thinks that’s when he truly fell in love.

And it just so happened the love of his life is calling, making his heart skip a beat because shouldn’t you be with Gojo? Why were you calling him? Did something wrong happen?

Nanami doesn’t waste another second before swiping the green icon, already standing up from the couch as he grabs his jacket. He had this weird inkling something is wrong, why else would you call him?

His theories are proven true when your voice comes out shaky. “H-hello?”

“Good evening,” he greets stiffly, brows furrowed as he listens in on the way you seem to be shuffling around. “Is there something wrong?”

“I, uhm,” he hears you sniffle through the other line, “Yeah, I guess there is…Satoru just texted he can’t come because Principal Yaga suddenly sent him to a mission overseas…and then I just realized that Satoru’s been summoned by the elders and he’s just refusing to show up, so now they cornered him, I guess… anyways, I’m talking too much and I don’t want to be a bother, but would you maybe…like to hang out with me?”

Nanami’s hand freezes on the doorknob. “Hang out…professionally?”

He immediately wants to smack himself in the forehead for that. Out of all things he could’ve said, he just had to utter something unintelligent. He hears you snicker in the background and Nanami’s ears redden.

He quickly regains his composure with a clear of his throat, suddenly remembering that Satoru’s ditched you, so now you’re asking him instead. It kind of feels like he’s just a replacement, but Nanami buries this feeling down before it consumes him, wondering if he’s already regretting changing into better clothes because he actually agreed to go to a carnival with you.

Upon hearing your happy, “Okay! I’ll wait for you then!”, Nanami realizes that he doesn’t actually mind. Especially not with you.

The carnival is loud.

Nanami dreads the moment he steps out of his car, his body swallowed by the bustling crowd and defeaning music of banging drums and clashing instruments. There’s a hundred scents everywhere – smoke, fish, glazed apples – he doesn’t know where to begin or how to focus.

He nearly turns back to his hair, about to shoot you a text that maybe this is beyond him after all. His head begins to spin when he’s only pushed deeper into the crowd, people bumping into him with every single second and it’s so suffocating. It doesn’t make sense to him how anyone could possibly go on a date like this and enjoy it. He knows for sure this chaos won’t let him enjoy his date’s presence because he’s too busy trying to get away from it all.

Nanami staggers for a bit when a strong hand tugs him to the side. Soon, he finds himself pressed flush against you in a tight corner, your hips warm on his. “Hi,” you breathe out airily, lashes fanning and fluttering in that same manner that always made his heart do complete flips.

“Hello,” he greets back with a small bow out of faux respect, but really, he’s just keeping his head down because you look so beautiful in that moment he doesn’t even know where to look. You’re warm and soft next to his hard and stiff muscles, the scent of roses and vanilla mixing in with the street smoke and Nanami’s head grows dizzy, his hand around yours tightening for comfort. “Y/N…I do not prefer this crowd. Can I take you back home instead? You must be tired – I’ll prepare dinner for you.”

Nanami blinks back in surprise when he sees you nod, a slight grimace on your face, and you practically bury your face in his bicep as you groan, “It’s too noisy for me too. Let’s just hang out at your place.”

So you end up in his immaculately clean apartment, admiring and staring at the boring furniture. Nanami changes into more comfortable clothes and whips out something to cook, not wanting to feed you measly take out when you’re probably famished. He watches with side glances as you pick up a photo of him with his parents when he was younger, cooing and giggling at the baby version of him.

“Nanamin, you’re so cute!”

Nanami scoffs and turns back to the heated water in the bowl, arms hard as they cross against his chest covered with an apron. “Please do not call me cute. I am anything but.”

“No, you’re really cute,” you insist, but after seeing Nanami’s flustered frown, you eventually give up and give the poor man a break. Later, you wobble next to him, watching with curious eyes and a small smile as he adds the vegetables into the soup, moving expertly as he diced up the onions to the side. The sheer focus and attention on his daily tasks makes him falter, and he suddenly finds it so hard to function now.

“Why are you staring at me? Is there something so interesting about slicing up onions?”

“No, not really,” you say absentmindedly, the slight plop of the ingredients echoing. “It’s just – I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this way. Domestic, I mean, but it looks good on you,” you nod to yourself, and Nanami finds himself struggling to act as if your presence wasn’t making him go crazy while he proceeds to cook. “In fact, everything looks good on you, and I find you really interesting!”

“Y-you do?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, assisting him silently with mixing the bowl even when he didn’t ask you to. Unaware that he’s now focused on you, watching you cook with him with you pressed up against his side, almost as if it’s right where you belong, Nanami feels the same with you. You also look good being this domestic with him, and he suddenly blurts out, “Would you like to stay with me? Like this?”

Your eyes slide over his in a slow fashion, slow enough that his brain hotwires at the fear maybe he’s said something wrong. But Nanami immediately swallows it down, huffing and turning away from you with that stoic expression again. “Forgive me. That was weird—”

“Why would it be weird?” you laughed to yourself before bumping your hips with his, “You’re the one who invited me here. Of course I want to stay.”

That’s…that’s not what he means.

Nanami is left staring openly at you while you help him set the table and you proceed to talk about how you didn’t really want to go to the carnival but Satoru insisted you’d have fun, so you went anyway even if you’d much prefer to be somewhere else. He’s barely listening, too distracted by the way your lips move and how you swing the house slippers on your big toe, your legs crossed on top of another and your figure slightly hunched across from him.

You look so comfortable and welcomed in his home that it puts him at ease too, not worried that he has to impress you anything because it’s you, and Nanami could actually be vulnerable enough to laugh with you over a bowl of vegetable soup.

It’s fine, he lies to himself again, it’s fine that you don’t know he likes you even if he tends to slip and be obvious sometimes. Because at least you’re with him in that moment, and he lies to himself again that it’s fine, that maybe next time he’ll tell you, but he doesn’t worry about. How could he worry about it when you’re snorting so loud over a lame joke he said that rice nearly came out your nose, and he’s so drunk over the sound of your bubbly laughter that something flutters deep within his belly?

When you help him wash the dishes and bask in the silence instead, comfortable over the lack of words and nothing but the sound of his faucet running and the slight rubbing of towels against dishes heard in the background, Nanami is unsure whether he’s glad that Satoru ditched you on your first date.

It doesn’t stop there.

Nanami only keeps falling in love with you more. He’s been doing a good job of keeping his feelings to himself because the last thing he wants is to have you stay away from him, but Satoru was really getting on his nerves.

He’s just come back from exorcising a curse when he sees you and Satoru play-wrestling in the field with the other students. Megumi is grumbling to himself in the corner, Yuuji is laughing and cheering on you to tackle down his sensei who’s currently going down in high-pitched laughter, Toge pumping his fists and screaming, “Salmon, salmon!”

It’s a chaotic sight – one that he usually doesn’t mind – until you finally pin Satoru down on the ground, your ass above his crotch. Satoru’s hands then come up to squeeze your ass and hips under the false pretense he’s struggling to push you off him, but Nanami knows better.

“Give up already!” you tease the other sorcerer who’s still wriggling underneath you, and Nanami sees it before it happens.

Satoru’s legs bend beneath you and he tries to pin you under him in quick movements, but Nanami is faster, his reflexes taking over. Before he realizes what he’s doing, Nanami tugs you and pulls you forward until you collide on his chest. He’s breathing hard, eyes narrowed at the arrogant smirk painted on Satoru’s features. Meanwhile, you’ve softened in Nanami’s grip, hands fisting his shirt that has him hardening up out of sheer protectiveness.

“Oh, Nanamin!” Satoru beams while wiping the dirt on his hands across his uniform, “Glad to see you here. You wanna join training too?”

“This is hardly training,” he retorts with a clenched jaw, “You’re harassing and disrespecting your fellow sorcerer because you can never keep your dirty hands to yourself,” before Satoru could defend himself, he’s already all over you, his hand tilting your chin side to side to check for any injuries. “Are you hurt anywhere? Did this bastard do anything else?”

“No, not really—”

“Why do you care so much, Nanamin?” Satoru teases, and the students all huddle to watch the commotion. Everyone can feel the tension rising, and Nanami only stiffens up further when he feels you lean closer to his warmth almost absentmindedly. “She and I were just playing around, no hard feelings, no foul play. We’re just having fun, right, Y/N?”

“She is not someone you can just have fun with, Satoru. You’ve already crossed the line when you ditched her on your first date, and you didn’t even bother texting or calling back when I drove her home. It’s disrespectful, and she deserves better than that.”

“Nanami—”

“I was busy,” Satoru sighs dramatically, “And if she deserves better than me, then who would it be? I can take care her of her, you know, she and I have been besties for like what, a year now? I’ll be good to her,” he smirks, and Nanami wants nothing more than to punch him square in the jaw. “Besides, it’s not like she’s dating anyone else. She’s single and ready to mingle—”

“Maybe she is, but I’m not,” Nanami deadpans, his harsh tone shocking everyone.

“Wh-what do you mean?” you squeak under him, and Nanami falls silent. He’s never thought of confessing to you, especially not this way, and Nobara is biting Yuuji’s jacket behind them to muffle her squeals. Panda is clapping his hands and whispers oh, here we go, followed by Toge’s salmon salmon.

It dawns on him now that everyone knows he likes you after all, and now that he’s confronted with the situation, he can’t run away from it. Not that Nanami plans on running away, for he is a man and his pride doesn’t allow him to evade situations like this.

He just wishes it could’ve gone out better.

“Forgive me if this makes you uncomfortable,” Nanami releases his grip on you, loosening his tie that makes him feel like he’s choking both on air and his words. Through his cool stature, he’s actually sweating inside his clothes, and it doesn’t help you’re patient with him too, head tilted to the side curiously and so horribly cutely he might combust. “But I have always been, and I still am, utterly in love with you.”

Nobara and Yuuji no longer hold back as they scream to themselves, the former slapping the latter in his back while Megumi only shakes his head, muttering “about time,” under his breath. Maki snickers to herself and Satoru is stunned, but it’s nothing compared to the way you shrink under his gaze for a moment.

He believes you’re going to run away from him because of his blatant confession; it wasn’t romantic at all, and the kids are still screaming too loudly for him to form coherent thoughts.

Nanami begins to form a deep bow, ready to apologize wholeheartedly and to politely ask you to forget this if you wish �� he would respect your decision. But just as his gaze met the ground, he’s thrown off balance as you jump on him, soft glossy lips crashing into his.

The screams and cheers of everyone are suddenly drowned out when he feels your lips molding onto his, and he can feel you smiling happily, giggling while his hands tentatively run down your hips to hold you close. It’s unprofessional, displeasing, and downright horrendous to be kissing someone during work hours while the students are watching, especially because his clothes are crumpled from your eager touch and you’re on top of his chest, but Nanami absolutely doesn’t give a single fuck because he’s kissing you back fervently.

It’s what he’s always wanted – you’re the one he’s always wanted, and now that he has you in his hold, he’s not easily letting you go.

“See? I told you guys,” Satoru proudly puffs his chest up in the background, “All Nanamin needs is a little push.”

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lots of innocent and not so innocent touches

With Dwayne Pride if you wright for him if you don't just Gibbs please <3

who - leroy jethro gibbs x reader

an - i’m sorry! i haven’t seen ncis new orleans, so i probably couldn’t write dwayne very well … hope this is okay, for some reason i had trouble writing it :/

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Blankets surrounded your body, your leg ontop of another while light snores left your mouth. Hair was messed up and a hand was slowly moving to stroke your cheek. The curtains allowed peaks of the sunlight to peak through in your bedroom. A man lying beside you in his sweatpants and old tee.

The grey haired, older, man kept his eyes on your peacefully sleeping face, truly enjoying whatever dream you were imagining. He made no move to remove your leg from the top of his, but did make a move to place his fingers above your face, lightly pushing some stray baby hairs away.

A part of him silently cursed to himself, wishing that he had learned how to work his phone better, then being able to snap a photo of this calming moment for his own purposes.

Gibbs wouldn’t admit it to you, but these moments were more important to him than working on a boat, or the thrill after finally catching a bastard. There was something so domestic, so calming, with these times spent together. Time for him to think to himself, and also have the one he loves so much be so close.

Time to think about the past, and wonder how he got lucky enough for it to land here. Though, he may have lost a lot, and they would never be forgotten, he was grateful for another opportunity at pure happiness.

But his time to enjoy the peacefulness soon ended with a ring of a cellphone, causing you to stir a bit in your sleep. You eventually opened your eyes, staring up at the man who now had the hand that was formally on your face, resting on your chest.

“What’s that?” You questioned, trying to sit up and rub your eyes. “Can you get it?”

“It’s your cellphone,” He answered, missing the warmth of your leg, now having it be moved to lay on the mattress itself.

“Mmk,” You mumbled, reaching over to your side table and grabbing it. Flipping the screen up, you moved it to your ear. “L/n,” You tried to make your morning voice sound more as your own.

“If it isn’t little Y/n!” A cheerful voice spoke loudly on the other line. “Ya miss me?”

“No. What do you need?” You rolled your eyes, getting off of the bed, Gibbs eyes traveling your body as you walked to your dresser, picking out a outfit. “Mhm, okay,” You nodded to yourself. “I’ll be there, text me the address. Oh. Never mind then. Bye.”

Gibbs got out of the bed, going to stand beside you. He silently observed as you rolled your eyes once again, opening another drawer, he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest, a small kiss on the inside of your neck.

“Who’s that?”

“A old coworker.” You opened your underwear drawer, picking a pair for the day.

“Purple,” Gibbs commented, as you dropped the blue pair back into the others, reaching for the one he chose.

“Gosh, it’s like we really are married,” You laughed to yourself, looking back at his straight face. “Sorry, you would know too much about that. But that’s not my point, there is a dead marine there and that means we’ve got work.”

“You didn’t seem to happy to hear from him,” Gibbs unwrapped his arms as you moved to your closet, picking out a dress shirt.

“I wasn’t. He’s annoying and almost cost me my job at the time. But, it’s our job, we have to go, so grab your clothes in the bottom drawers,” You turned around and pointed at the dresser that held some of his items, now finding what you needed and beginning to change.

———————-

“If you are all interested to know… I spent the morning watching a old TV show airing about a classic comedic couple who travels the world with their adopted son,” Tony announced to no one in particular, sitting at his desk as the others sat at theirs.

Ziva had her arms crossed, leaning back in her chair a bit. McGee sat in his, rubbing his eyes and looking down at his phone.

“What did you do this morning, McGee?” Ziva looked over to McGee, watching as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Trying to work on my new writing.. but for my character, uh, Miranda, I need a good backstory for her, people are really grasping onto her character from the former story. I’ve read some things saying they think she’ll get with Gibbs, I mean Libbs!”

“Interesting,” Ziva tsked. “I read the story and your Miranda character, who is obviously Y/n, and I don’t see it.”

“You know nothing about romance, Ziva,” Tony waltzed over, his own coffee in hand and his face near hers. “I think no one expects you to think about who would get together. But, no, I don’t see Gibbs getting with someone like L/n who is very, you know-”

“I’m what, DiNozzo?” You walked in, moving straight to your desk as you placed your bag down.

“Amazing! I meant, you’re so great that someone like Gib-” Tony looked at Ziva’s eyes widen. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”

“Someone like me, now what’s that, DiNozzo?” Gibbs questioned.

“Uh-” Gibbs smacked the back of DiNozzos head, moving over to his own desk.

“Dead sailor, body is already getting examined by Ducky and some visitors are coming to drop off some of the evidence.” Gibbs informed everyone.

“They think this sailor had something to do with a past robbery and murder, a cold case,” You clarified.

“L/n!” A guy smiled widely, another girl following in pursuit behind him as he walked to you with his arms wide open. “It’s been too long,” He quickly hugged you, tightening his grip around your shoulders and moving his hands to cup your face. “You still look as beautiful as ever!”

“Y/n, is that your boyfriend?” Ziva inquired.

“He looks a little out of her leagu-” You shot DiNozzo a look. “Or not?”

“Ah no,” The man laughed. “Old coworkers, that is Lila and I’m Carson, nice to meet you guys.”

“If your old coworkers, you must have a ton of embarrassing stories about Y/n!” DiNozzo beamed, moving closer to Carson.

“Uh, a few,” He responded. “We only worked together for a year or two, some, but not a ton.”

“Some will do.”

“DiNozzo, we aren’t here to make friends we are here to solve a murder,” Gibbs shot him a look and hit the back of his head.

“Right, sorry, boss.” DiNozzo put his head down like a sad puppy dog and made his way back to his desk. The two visitors looked at the scene that had just happened oddly.

“We brought all of our evidence, not much, but something,” Lila announced, placing the box on the table now and taking some of it out. “Should we get started?”

“I’ll show you to Abby, she is our forensic analysts and will probably want to take a look at this stuff for herself,” McGee told Lila, putting the evidence back in the box and letting her grab it, soon walking towards the elevator.

“You think I could check out the body?” Carson asked you. “It might be good to see what he looked like more and talk with your doctor.”

“That makes sense, I’ll show you to him,” You smiled at your old coworker and took another way to Ducky’s area.

The both of you chatted on the way down, catching up with how things differ since you worked there and a bit about your new workplace here.

“I really thought you would be Jeremy, the one who called me. I was a bit worried,” You laughed, walking into Autopsy with Carson as Ducky moved near you.

“Hello, dear, who’s this?” Ducky questioned, Jimmy moved near his boss.

“Hey, Ducky, this is Carson. Carson, this is Doctor Mallard. He is a old coworker of mine, Ducky,” You told the older man. “That’s Jimmy, he is Ducky’s assistant.”

Ducky began to explain how the man had died, pointing out various things on the body and even putting in a few past experiences of his own into the conversation.

Soon the four of you had heard the doors open, turning around to catch the view of your boyfriend entering into the room and moving to stand right in between you and Carson.

“I just want to hear some of the explanation myself, you can continue, Ducky,” Gibbs commented, all of your eyes turning back onto Ducky who was back to talking.

You felt a warm, larger hand travel to the middle of your back, a thumb softly pressing into the fabric that covered your skin. You turned your head slightly to make eye contact with Gibbs, but he just continued to stare forward ignoring it.

It was like a goosebump went up your spine, yet it wasn’t not encouraged. It was a bit of a energetic feeling, so you rejoiced in the innocent touch, a sign he was there.

Eventually, Ducky was done with his long explanation and you were back to heading upstairs with Carson and Gibbs to do more research regarding the deadman and cold case.

“So, Y/n, I was thinking we could go out to lunch or something soon to really catch up, outside of work,” Carson mentioned while you three were on the elevator ride up.

You were surprised at his somewhat boldness to announce this in front of your boss (and boyfriend), but he was always a very open person, kind and open.

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” You replied.

“We are busy most afternoons.” Gibbs added. “So, if you plan it at some ridiculous time don’t expect my agent to be able to make it.”

The doors soon chimed open and Carson quickly left, making a bee line straight to Lila. Gibbs let you leave first, placing another palm against your back to secretly lead you back to where the desks were, even though you knew where you were going.

———————

The rest of the day was spent with much more working diligently. You all had made some progress but not enough, and you could tell it was really getting to Gibbs. He dismissed everyone and told them to come back in the early hours in the morning.

Gibbs had told you that he was going to stay and work on this some more, so you told him you would stay as well and order some food. Once Carson had heard that, he decided that he would do the same.

A hour later, three burgers arrive and you hand them out to the two other men, soon taking a bite into yours. A bit of the condiment had spewed onto the corners of your mouth, but your hunger caught up with you, continuing to avoid the feeling for a moment and just eat.

Carson caught the look of your messiness, breaking off into a small laugh, and you joining, him then making a joke about how this used to be a regular for you. Gibbs got up from his seat with a napkin and bent over a bit to wipe it away from your mouth.

It was certainly a small gesture, but had caught you and Carson off guard, the both of you quieting. You just stared back at him while he continued to eat with a pride grin on his lips, looking over the papers.

It seemed like a blessing from the sky when Gibbs had finally connected the pieces. Everyone was called back in to look over what he found and to excite a plan on how to continue. You all were able to get the murderer into custody and with old evidence and Ducky’s help you were able to identify he was the killer. With Abby’s help you were able to put him at the scene where your old coworkers cold case took place.

It was a relieving feeling that the case was solved and over. It was easy to tell that your current coworkers were also happy with the fact that your old ones were leaving for good. Having unfamiliar people in a familiar place is always a weird feeling for everyone.

You watched as everyone packed up their things to head home from the tiring few days of work. Standing up, you grabbed your bag and moved to Gibbs desk, chatting with him until Carson came over.

“It was nice working with you again,” He commented, you turned around to face him.

“It was. We make a good team.”

“We really do. I was wondering about that, uh, date?”

“Hm,” That had slipped your mind, and almost did once more when you felt a brush of a hand against your bottom, turning around to make eyes at your boyfriend. “Sorry, I actually have a boyfriend. But if you mean the lunch date to catch up, then I’d love to.”

“The second one,” He nodded, his cheeks brightening a bit at the dejection but also confirmation.

“Great,” You grinned, writing down your phone number and handing it to him. “Talk soon, bye.”

“Goodbye.”

You watched as Carson entered the elevator and soon disappeared, the office area looking very empty with the lights darkened a bit and only you and Gibbs being in the area.

“Glad he’s gone,” Gibbs laughed.

“I figured,” You laughed alongside with him. “I could tell by your touchiness at work, are you trying to let everyone know?”

“If I was, I would do something bolder. Didn’t Ducky ever tell you I used to be like DiNozzo?”

“Yeah, that would be a interesting time to see.”

“I think if I was that same man, we might’ve had sex right o-”

“Let’s get home, now,” You both soon left the workplace, hand in hand, laughing along at stories of the younger Gibbs and his flirty persona.

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enchantestuff · 3 years

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Wimbledon - Daniel Ricciardo smut

The photos of Danny Ric certainly had an effect on me and I know they had an effect on you too, so please enjoy my first ever fic, no better way to start my Tumblr journey than with some smut.

warnings: smut, Daniel Ricciardo (he needs a warning himself), swearing , (slight) choking, very little plot

words: 1.3k

You huffed as you sat down on the sofa, arms crossed over your chest while daggers were thrown in your boyfriend's direction. You tried so hard to be mad at him and you had good reason to be. You continuously reminded yourself that even though he hadn’t seen you for three weeks, he still preferred to go out with his friends then spend some quality time with you.

Since when was he even interested in tennis?

Every time you felt that pit of anger begin to bubble in your stomach however, it was quickly forgotten when you brought your eyes to his figure on the other side of the room. He looked so delicious and you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of him.

Daniel caught sight of your reflection in the mirror and threw a smirk in your direction. “Like what you see, doll?” he asked in his usual confident tone.

Instead of replying to him and vocalising how you felt like the adult that you were, you took the childish approach and crossed your arms across your chest and turned your head in the opposite direction. You could hear Daniel laughing from where he stood and you involuntarily squeezed your thighs together at the sound. It was safe to say you were a mess.

“Come on, darling, you aren’t really mad are you?” Daniel asked as he made his way towards you, tightening his tie in the process. You turned your head even further, knowing that if you looked in his eyes once more, you'd crack.

Daniel was never a fan of the silent treatment and gently grabbed your chin with his hand, turning your face towards him so that he could finally look into your eyes. “Look at me when i'm speaking to you” he demanded and you almost let out a whimper at his forceful tone. You and Daniel had known each other for years, and as a result Daniel alway seemed to know how you were feeling without having to vocalise it yourself. He smirked as he registered the lustful look on your face. “What do you want, love?” he asked even though he already knew the answer.

“You Daniel” you whispered, “I want you, I have for the last three weeks” you continued.

“Well then, why didn’t you just ask?” he replied before forcefully smashing his lips onto yours. Your hands immediately travelled towards the curls on top of his head, pulling on them gently to hear the light moan escape his lips. He deepened the kiss as he grabbed your thighs and hoisted you up, pushing you against the wall. You rolled your hips against his, desperate for some friction and gasped as you felt his growing bulge. Daniel used that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

The kiss was full of longing and passion, but still, you needed more. You swore you heard Daniel whimper as you broke away from the kiss. “Dan, please” you begged, you didn’t care how desperate you sounded, you wanted him and you wanted him now.

Daniel felt his dick twitch in his trousers at your words. “Your wish is my command” he whispered in your ear as you carried you towards the bed in the middle of the room.

He carelessly dropped you onto the bed before continuing his assault on your lips while you kissed him back with just as much force. Your hands moved to remove his blazer and discard it on the floor, leaving him in his white dress shirt and trousers. Daniel detached his lips from your mouth and continued down your neck, his hands removing your clothes much faster than you removed his, leaving you bare in front of him.

“We have to be quick, my lovely, '' he groaned as he moved his fingers between your folds, “judging from how wet you already are, that doesn't seem like it will be a problem” he teased before slipping his finger into you.

“F-fuck, dan” you moaned. Daniel was skillful with his fingers and on any other occasion you would have let him make you cum several times before actually entering you, but today you were desperate for him. All of him.

You moved your hand away from their place in his hair and grabbed his wrist, dragging his fingers out of you and into your mouth. “As much as I love these,” you whispered as you sucked his digits, watching the lustful look on his face intensify, “I need you inside of me. Now.”

His eyes rolled back at your words, “Shit, darling, you can’t just say things like that” he groaned as he unzipped his trousers and pulled them just low enough so that he could remove his member from his boxers. He rubbed himself between your folds, purposely teasing you so that he could see the look of pure bliss on your face. Just as you were about to scold him for teasing you he bottomed out inside you. You sighed in pleasure having finally received what you've been waiting for the past three weeks.

Daniel thrusted hard and slow into you, filling you up to the max with every roll of his hips. He intently watched you, loving the way your eyes rolled back into your head and the sounds of your soft gasps as they tumbled past your lips. He removed his hand from your clit and grabbed your throat, gently squeezing so that you would look up at him. “I want to watch you come undone, sweetheart,” he declared as his thrusts increased in speed, “I want to know how good I make you feel.” Daniel opened his mouth to speak again but was interrupted by the ringing of his phone on the bedside table. You assumed he was going to ignore it as he was currently preoccupied, fucking you into oblivion.

Daniel, however, had always been an excellent multi tasker and used one of his hands to pick up the phone while the other covered your mouth, muffling the heavenly noises you were making. “Hello?” he breathlessly spoke as he continued to thrust into you, never once slowing down as he continued his conversation, “Yeah mate, ten minutes is plenty of time” you bit down on his hand to stop the moans from escaping your mouth, “perfect, see you in ten” he finished and threw his phone across the room, his full attention once again on you.

He removed his hand from your mouth and you couldn’t help but let out an almost pornagrahpic moan after holding in it for so long. Daniel knew he was close and the sounds that you were making made it so hard for him to hold back. He rubbed circles on your clit and continued thrusting at an almost animalistic pace, he leaned down on his other arm, his forehead touching against yours as he led you to your breaking point.He hungrily kissed you as he groaned in your ear.

“Come on, darling” kiss “I know your close” kiss “let go for me”

And so you did, you saw stars as you whined his name. Daniel came immediately after you, his thrusts halting and then slowing before he eventually pulled out of you. He laid his head on your chest as he attempted to catch his breath. You ran your fingers through his hair, you were thoroughly satisfied and your heart was full as he pecked your chest, moving up towards your neck before kissing under your ear.

“I love you” he declared before pecking your lips.

“I love you” you grinned, “now go take a shower you smell like sweat and sex”

Daniel laughed as he got up and walked to your shared bathroom. “They're like the two best scents in the world” he joked as he returned with a damp cloth in his hands, he gently cleaned you up as you mulled over his words.

“Maybe, but you haven’t seen Frank in ages and I don't want him to think your some kind of caveman. Now go shower, you have about five minutes”

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heyyyharry · 3 years

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Deja Vu (part 2 of 'Drivers License')

(inspired by deja vu by Olivia Rodrigo)

Word count: 2.5k

Read part 1 here

“What the fuck is this?”

Harry flinched as his girlfriend shoved the phone at him. He’d just got out of the shower, hair still dripping wet, but it wasn’t so out of the ordinary that she would start a fight first thing in the morning.

He sighed and gently pushed her phone away from his face. “Baby, if it’s another rumour about me cheating on you...I was with you this whole week!”

“No.” She lifted the phone up to his face again. “That girl just released another song about you.”

Even though Harry didn’t let it show, whenever he heard about Y/N, his heart would always skip a beat. He couldn’t remember exactly when the last time they’d spoken was, but he knew in his last message to her, he’d congratulated her on that new song about him. She’d never replied, and he’d taken it as the answer — they could never go back to the way it was.

It had broken his heart to listen to ‘drivers license’. Y/N had never been the kind of person to be vocal about her feelings. Or maybe she’d expressed it through actions instead of words, and he had been too nonchalant to see? He hadn’t meant to break her heart and leave her in the dust. After all, she used to be his best friend.

“Y/N’s a songwriter. She writes about her own experience the same way I do. Maybe that song is not even about me, babe,” he calmly told his girlfriend, who was standing in front of him with fresh tears in her eyes. He hated to see her cry, and he hated that this wasn’t the first time she’d done it because of him. He tried to reach for her but she stepped back, shaking her head.

“Listen to the song.”

“Baby.”

“Listen to the song,” his girlfriend repeated without looking at him. “Why are you so afraid?”

“I’m not.”

“Then listen to it and tell me it’s not about you, and that she’s not throwing shades at me. I’m so tired of this girl telling the world about how horrible we are as if you had even dated her in the first place—”

“Fine,” Harry exhaled sharply, his eyes pinched shut. He hated that when his girlfriend got mad, she would get so mean for no reason, and the last thing he wanted to hear right now was her insulting Y/N. He knew Y/N. She had always been respectful to his new relationship. However, he wasn’t in the position to tell his girlfriend how to feel about this situation. He knew it was all his fault, so he stayed quiet, took the phone from his girlfriend and sat down on the edge of the bed. His girlfriend stood with her back against the wall facing him, waiting for him to play the song so she could see his reaction to it.

“Go on,” she told him, her voice emotionless.

Harry looked at the song on Spotify. It was titled deja vu. He took a deep breath and one last look at his girlfriend before finding enough courage to press play.

Y/N’s previous song about him had been blasted in every shop he’d visited, all the time when he was filming, every time he was in the car, and now, the moment he heard her voice again, it really did feel like deja vu.

Car rides down Malibu

Strawberry ice cream

One spoon for two…

“Are we there yet?”

“No, stop being so impatient! Just keep on driving!” Y/N said and looked out of the window on the passenger side. The sun was going down, and the horizon was gradually turning the colour of an egg yolk. It was their last day in Miami. They had been filming for every day that week, and this was the only day they could spend just for themselves.

Harry stole a glance at Y/N and saw that she’d finished half the strawberry ice cream while bobbing her head to the song Uptown Girl on the radio. He frowned, making her laugh when she noticed.

“Open your mouth,” she said and fed him a spoon of ice cream.

“Ahh, brain freeze!”

“But it’s good, isn’t it?”

“So good.” Harry licked his lips. The face he made got Y/N laughing harder.

Fifteen minutes later they arrived at a secluded beach. Y/N had found this place when she traveled to this city alone two summers ago and almost got lost.

Together, she and Harry carried their picnic things through a palm forest, and by the time they saw the ocean, the moon had made a fading presence on the pink Miami sky.

Y/N picked up her shoes and ran towards the waves, letting it chase her back into Harry’s arms and nearly knocking him over. Their laughter echoed in the wind as their shadows stretched out long and lanky on the empty beach. In that very moment, it felt to Harry as if they were the only people in this world, and he had a sense of peace that he might never be able to experience again.

“You don’t get to see this in the city,” Y/N said dreamily as she pulled Harry’s jacket tighter around herself. It was dark now, and the sky above them was full of stars. They sat shoulder to shoulder on a picnic blanket, listening to the whispers of the ocean and the wind. Harry used Y/N’s jacket as a blanket because it was too small for him to put on. They’d laughed for five minutes straight when she told him he looked like that monkey from Aladdin and took plenty of photos just to prove the point.

“I don’t want to leave tomorrow,” he said, still looking at the sky.

“Me neither,” Y/N sighed, her shoulder brushing his. There was a pause, and he could feel her eyes on him, so he turned and saw her looking. “When I get home,” she said with a small smile that made her eyes sparkle, “I’ll learn to drive, and when we come to Miami next time, I can drive you to this beach.”

“I’d love that,” Harry said, then made her pink-promise him.

“They went to Miami last week.”

Y/N blinked. The beach and starry sky disappeared in a second, and she found herself once again standing in the fitting room with her stylist and best friend.

“What?” her best friend marched over to where she stood in front of the full-length mirror.

Her stylist was holding the phone up to show her the article. “Here. Harry took that actress to Miami last week.”

“Don’t show her these!” Y/N’s best friend grabbed the phone and put it on the vanity desk as she gestured to the stylist. “You do your work. Enough chit-chatting.”

“I took him there,” Y/N said. She didn’t even recognise her own voice at first because she was too in shock. She didn’t think Harry would do something like that. But let’s be honest -- how much did she really know about him?

It had been a few months since his last text to her, which she had ignored, and now her song had been overplayed, and nobody cared about the drama anymore. The whole world had moved on, and she had, too. Or so she’d thought. Now, seeing these pictures of him and his girlfriend on that Miami beach made Y/N feel betrayed.

“Asshole,” her best friend said and grabbed her shoulders. “Don’t worry baby. You’re prettier.”

Y/N worked up a smile and opened her mouth to say that she was fine, but then she heard someone call her name and turn around. They weren’t calling for her. Just a name similar to hers that had become an inside joke between her and her friends.

The moment she locked eyes with Harry’s girlfriend, her heart seemed to stop as she held her breath, her lips thinned as if to hold back a scream. She didn’t know the girl personally and had never run into her before today. How unfortunate that they had to be in the same room after Y/N had seen those Miami pics.

“What is she doing here?” Y/N’s best friend asked the stylist the question Y/N was too afraid to ask.

“Fitting for an event, I guess,” the stylist said.

Y/N told them to just ignore the others and mind their own business. The sooner they got the measurements, the faster she could leave. Or she could leave right now and come back another day, but that would make it look like the other girl’s presence was bothering her. They were both actresses, and so they would have to run into each other at some point. She must be professional about it. This was normal. Just act normal.

“He’s so unique,” Harry’s girlfriend said while laughing with her team. Y/N didn’t mean to overhear the conversation, but apparently, the girl was making sure that Y/N heard her loud and clear. “We were watching reruns of Glee last night, and he even sang to me and told me he loved me inbetween the chorus and the verse. Don’t touch the jacket! It’s Harry’s and it’s Gucci. We exchange jackets sometimes. Isn’t that adorable?”

“Show off,” Y/N’s best friend scoffed while shaking her head.

Y/N didn’t say anything. In her mind, she agreed with her best friend for a second and immediately felt that she was being petty so she forced herself to just be nonchalant about it.

She could not. She could not ignore the fact that she’d been replaced as if she didn’t matter. Harry was doing all the things he used to do with her with his new girl. Even taken her to that Miami beach. Their place.

Y/N bit her lip and tried to hold back the half-formed tears in her eyes as the stylist went on talking about the fabric. She chose a random one just to get this over with.

“I hope that fucker gets deja vu.”

“What?” Y/N blinked at her best friend, who gave a mean shrug as she glared at the girl.

“He’s probably thinking of you while doing all that shit with her.”

Y/N pondered over it. Over and over. Even after the girlfriend’s laughter had faded down the hallway, and Y/N was also packing up to leave the studio. Her best friend’s words stayed with her as she got into the car and watched the street of London pass by her window.

That night, when she was alone in her living room with her piano. She sat down and started playing a few experimental chords. Then, she cried. Her tears blurred the handwritten lyrics on her notebook as she tried again.

“I have this idea,” she told her manager on the phone before sending the recording. It was three in the morning.

“Oh my god,” her manager exclaimed, sounding much more enthusiastic than he had when picking up her call. “This song...is so gonna win a Grammy!”

Y/N’s song had won a Grammy.

They had talked about it for so long. Harry had encouraged her to pursue a singing career, because she’d started out as an actress but was blessed with the most beautiful voice he had ever heard.

Ironic, wasn’t it? Now he was sitting at the front row and looking up at her as she received the award from an artist she looked up to, for the song written about him. She smiled at the crowd as the light shone on her and everyone was cheering because she deserved this. She said her thanks and expressed her gratitude to her family, her teams and her fans. She didn’t say his name. He hadn’t hoped that she would, because he knew there was no way his name would come with a positive message. So he was kind of glad she hadn’t mentioned him.

His girlfriend squeezed his arm as if she knew what he was thinking of. He smiled at his girlfriend. A smile of reassurance. They had put it behind them and promised to try again after all the fights about the song they were playing right now. Nothing would change after tonight. Because there was nothing Harry could change.

He caught Y/N’s eyes for one brief moment as she ascended the stage. Although he was sure he loved his girlfriend, there was something about that look that made him sad. Would he be happier to come here with Y/N tonight instead of his girlfriend? He wouldn’t know, because that would never happen. He didn’t even know if she still resented him, or if she was still the same person he remembered. A lot could change in a day let alone many months. And it was scary to think someone you used to know so much had become a complete stranger. The opposite of love wasn’t hate. It was indifference. And Harry felt it deeply as Y/N never paid him a second glance.

At the after-party, he worked up the courage to approach her when he found her standing alone texting on her phone.

“Hi. How are you?” he said.

Y/N looked at him as if she couldn’t understand English. If she ignored him and walked away, this would be the most humiliating moment of his life.

But no. She pressed her lips into a gentle smile and said, “I’m good. How are you?”

“Good.” He nodded, wanting to shake her hand, but his fingers stayed glued together behind his back. “Congratulations on your win.”

“Thank you.” She picked up the glass of wine on the table beside them, and Harry knew he’d lost his chance of shaking her hand tonight. “Did you like the song?”

“Yeah. It was good,” he said, finding it difficult to hold eye contact with her. There was something new about her that unsettled him, and he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For speaking out about it.”

“Oh.” Y/N showed no emotion as she shrugged. “It’s alright. I only said the truth. The song was fictional, and I don’t want anyone to get hate for it.”

They both knew it wasn’t true, and he couldn’t tell her that his girlfriend had almost broken up with him for it. Even if he had told her that, he didn’t think Y/N would care. She didn’t look like the Y/N he knew anymore. Suddenly, he recalled that night on the beach, when she was still looking at him with feelings.

“Look, Y/N, I—”

Before he got a chance to form a proper thought for what he was going to say, his girlfriend, who was obviously drunk, shouted from somewhere behind him. “Babe, Jeff’s wearing a tiny jacket! He looks more like the monkey than you!”

Harry looked at Y/N. She held his gaze. The corners of her red lips quirked as she raised her glass. “Deja vu?”

Just like that, she left him standing there all by himself.

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hops-hunny · 3 years

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Just a Flight Away

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Ilvermony!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Request N/A

Summary: Neville has a cutie who lives in America but no one seems to believe him.

Warnings: None!

A/N: This isn’t a request but it’s based off of me rambling here and slightly off of the vibe telepatia by Kali Uchis gives off.

If there was one thing Neville was thankful was it was the absolute goddess he got to call his girlfriend. It was funny the way they first began talking to one another. (Y/n) had been trying to contact a friend at Hogwarts but after the long trip from Ilvermony to Hogwarts, her owl was quite exhausted and ended up bringing the letter to Neville instead. Neville saw the poor bird, giving it a bit of bird seed and water that he kept in the green house before he set off to find the rightful owner of the letter. Luckily he had 3rd period with the girl who thanked him before excitedly yanking the letter from his hands. When Neville went to go check on the owl, he saw that it had already left, leaving a heart shape in the bird seed.

After that day, Neville hadn’t really thought about the incident that much. Well, that was until he saw the same owl fly towards him with a letter in its mouth. He smiled fondly at it rubbing under its chin with his finger before going to give the letter back to the owl until he noticed it had his name on it. He ripped it open, careful to not damage the envelope before reading the letter.

Dear Neviile,

Thank you so so so much for getting the letter to Gwen! Gwen is a good friend of mine who I had been missing dearly and if not for your kindness she would have never received my letter.

As you may be able to tell from the seal on the letter, I attend Ilvermorny school of witchcraft and wizardry. I've heard of how grand and great the infamous Hogwarts is, is it true? How is England in general? I've never had the pleasure of traveling out of America.

Oh yes! The main point of this is as a thank you, I've attached a package of my favorite American sweets as a token of my gratitude. The package is enchanted which is why it's so small. To restore it to its original state, place it on a flat surface before tapping it with the tip of your wand.

Sincerely,

(Y/n) (L/n)

Neville felt his face grow warm at the girl's kindness. (Y/n). 'What a beautiful name..' he thought to himself before pulling out the galleon sized package from the envelope. He pushed aside a few plants on the table in front of it before placing the package down, tapping the top with his wand. He gasped, watching in amazement as he saw the package expand. Neville wasn't quite familiar with this enchantment, perhaps he'd ask her about it in his response. His cheeks turned a brighter red. Response?

Did she want to speak to him more? He didn't want to assume but by her letter and her asking questions, it made it clear that this wasn't the last exchange she wanted to have. Was this a prank? Were the Weasley twins up to this? There was only one way to tell. Neville reached a shaky hand forward, opening the package as he closed his eyes expecting something to pop out at him but when he opened his eyes there was nothing but a box of snacks he had never seen before. He let out a sigh of relief, ignoring the racing in his heart.

After that, Neville and the girl started to talk quite a bit. Months had turned into years and he couldn't have been happier. It felt nice to have someone he could talk to, someone far away from all the hustle and bustle of the castle. To her he wasn't the kid with unfortunate luck or the "cowardly" boy in Gryffindor. He was just Neville, her boyfriend. Neville, her kind boyfriend in another continent, far away.

(Y/n) loved Neville just as much. It wasn't that she never had suitors approach her. In fact, she had quite a few. (Y/n) was what you could consider popular, not that she cared. She was kind, smart, and beautiful. Who wouldn't want that? However, she always felt like none of the men who'd approach her got her. They all just saw her as a beautiful woman instead of what she was, a normal girl deserving of love. That's why she liked Neville so much. No matter what he always treated her with the utmost respect and that hadn't stopped when they started to date either.

When the two had first exchanged photos, Neville was stunned. He had been talking to that beautiful of a girl? He couldn’t believe it. It was as if Olivander himself had sculpted and carved her out of the best of wood. She had glowing (s/c) skin, soft healthy looking (h/c) (h/c) hair, and a smile that could compete with the sun on its brightest of days and win. And when he found out she was single? He would’ve been a fool not to make a move. Angels as sweet as (Y/n) didn’t come around that often.

And although their relationship was as great as can be there was the underlying sadness: they lived across the world from one another. Every time either of them would see a couple hug or kiss in school, they’d feel a twinge of jealousy pierce their hearts. It wasn’t fair that the most perfect person in the world was off enjoying themselves in their respective countries. Although (Y/n) tried to ignore it, Neville was the type to bring it up. He’d describe in the most beautiful of words what he’d do if they were together. How he’d hold her in his arms and show her off to all of his friends. Where he’d take her on a date, the plants he wanted to show her as they were both herbology geeks. Meanwhile she’d end each of the letters discussing this topic with the same phrase as usual. ‘You know I’m just a flight away. If you wanna I could take a private plane.’ He could never ask that of her though. As much as he’d love everyday to be filled with his flower, he wouldn’t wanna rip her away from the things she had going on in her own life.

It wasn’t all bad though! After the girl had taught him the charm she used when she first sent him something, they both would send each other gifts back and forth as much as possible. Neville sent her sweaters with his scent embedded, charmed flowers, chocolate frogs, anything she wanted was hers. She’d send her own things to remind him of her as well. Her favorite stuffed animal, loads of photographs, little crochet hats she made for Trevor, more...unsavory things as well definitely not her underwear. Despite the increase in objects Neville owned, none of his friends had questioned it until he started to wear a necklace with a heart shaped piece of onyx on it with the letter (Y/f/i) carved into it.

“Oi! Neville. Where’d you get that necklace from?” Ron questioned his friend who sat across from him in the Gryffindor common room. The boys had all decided to study together which of course turned into Neville studying as they goofed off. Neville tensed as his cheeks heated up turning a pink color.

“O-oh um..it’s from my girlfriend.” He said, saying the last word as soft as possible. He prayed to Merlin that his friends hadn’t heard him but unfortunately for him they had. It wasn’t that he didn’t want anyone to know about her. It was far from that. He was just a bit protective, he didn’t want anyone to try and steal her from him. Even though it was impossible since they had no contact with her, he never knew when it came to his friends. They always found a way to make the impossible possible.

“What year is she in?!”

“Who is it?!”

“No way, is she fit?!”

He finished at the chorus of voices, trying to calm them down so he could speak. They all scooted closer to him, looking up at him expectantly. “Well you see..” he trailed off, looking away as he played with the pendant around his neck. “She doesn’t go here. She attends school in Ilvermorny. But to answer your question, yeah she is bloody fit.” he responded, turning his attention back to the scroll of paper in front of him. Dean, Ron, and Seamus exchanged a look with each other trying to suppress their laughs.

“Yeah I’m sure she does Nev.” Dean said sarcastically as he joined the other two in laughter. Neville looked up at his friends confused at their behavior.

“Yeah Nev, if your nan sent it you could’ve just told us! Better than saying you’ve got a girl halfway across the world.” Ron said, pushing the boy slightly as he continued to laugh at him. Seamus was doubled over, snorting with laughter as fire whiskey shot from his nose causing the other two to howl with laughter.

“It’s not from my nan! My girlfriend really did send it to me.” he exclaimed, smacking Ron on the back of the head, before doing the same to the other two men. “Besides, you have some fucking nerve accusing me of lying when none of you have birds yourself.” he sneered, causing the boys to quiet down some.

“So harsh Neville, you didn’t have to go there mate! Well what’s this ‘girlfriend’ of yours called.” Seamus asked, doing air quotes as he mentioned the topic at hand. “You’d think it was a bit strange too if your friend suddenly mentioned a girlfriend who lived all the way in the states too wouldn’t you.”

“(Y/n). And I’ll have you know this isn’t a new thing. We’ve been dating since around 2nd year. Sure, I’d find it a bit strange if you mentioned a girlfriend in America that you had never brought up prior, but I wouldn’t find it impossible! Now if you excuse me, I have to go.” he quickly stood up, packing up his materials as he stormed off to the direction of his dorm. He sped up, ignoring the protest and begging of his friends to come back and continue to hang out with them. He had enough of them and he wasn’t gonna sit there and let himself be called a fucking liar by Hogwart’s biggest ones.

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“Did you guys hear? Students from Ilvermony are supposed to be coming to visit!” Ron said, running up to the other four boys. “I’m just picturing how hot all the girls from the states are gonna be. All hot and leggy with those bloody accents. I could combust just thinking of it!” he exclaimed, flopping down on the couch. Neville gasped softly, looking up. Did he hear him correctly?

“Where’d you hear that from? I didn’t hear anything of the sorts.” Hermione questioned, looking up from her book at the interesting news she had just heard. However, Neville was still frozen. Was this true? And if so, why hadn’t (Y/n) mentioned it. No, no it couldn’t be. She surely would have told him.

“I just overheard it from Dumbledore himself. They should be arriving in a few minutes! They’re staying here for a few months. It’s a part of this new thing that they’ve set up. Something about wanting the students to learn different methods and what not. They decided it’d be a good idea since summer is coming soon.” he said nonchalantly, looking over at Neville who hadn’t moved since the news left his mouth. He went to question what was up with him before his eyes lit up, recalling the conversation they had a few months ago. “Hey Neville? Didn’t your supposed ‘girlfriend’ go to Ilvermony.” the boys all suddenly interested began to ‘ooo’ exchanging looks with each other.

“See Neville, this is why you don’t lie. Lies will always come back to bite you in the rear. Perhaps Ronald i-”

“I wasn’t lying, Hermione! She really does go to Ilvermony.” he exclaimed, standing up as he wiped his hands on his pants. All of a sudden, there were the sounds of a bunch of American accents speaking which caught all of their attention. Many different students in Ilvermorny uniforms (some without them) roamed freely to explore the large and intense castle.

“God you weren’t kidding Ron, the girls are bloody fit.” Dean muttered, eyeing some girl who gave him a wink before giggling and running off with her friends. “Woah look at that one, are you kidding me? She’s a fucking goddess!” Neville’s curious hazel eyes followed his friend's words as he saw a familiar shade of (h/c) hair styled in the way his girlfriend wore it. Wait, was that his sweater?

“That’s not just some fucking girl, that’s my girlfriend!” Neville exclaimed, standing up from his seat.

“No chance.”

“You couldn’t pick a more believable one?”

“Prove it then.”

Neville went to say something before the girl turned around, locking eyes with him. She gasped, tearing up some as she pushed through the crowd of people running to him as quickly as possible. “Nev! Neville babe, is that you?” she exclaimed. Neville’s face flushed brightly taking in the girl’s appearance. She had worn the first sweater he had given her, a mossy green sweater with an obscure pattern, with a pleated skirt pairing it with a pair of boots. Neville nodded his head quickly, holding his arms out as the girl ran into him almost knocking him over. He picked her up, spinning her around quickly before setting her down, holding her soft face between his hands.

“W-what are you doing here?! You never told me you were coming to visit!” he exclaimed, wiping at the stray tears that had left her eyes. He moved his hands from her face securing them around her waist as he stared down at her. God she was even more beautiful in person.

“I wanted to surprise you! I actually found out a few weeks ago and let me tell ya, it was SO hard not to tell you!” She giggled, reaching up to stroke his cheek. He leaned into her touch, smiling at her. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to get even more handsome but bloody hell. You’re so fucking hot, Nev.” she said, feeling her face heat up. Neville flushed a bright red before leaning down, kissing the girl on the lips. She pulled him down more, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed back. The kiss was full of the love and affection they had both been craving from one another. (Y/n) tangled her hands in the back of his hair as he deepened the kiss, moaning softly. They both jumped away from one another at the sound of someone clearing their throat. “Ah sorry! Nev, are you going to introduce me to your friends?” she asked looking up at him as she intertwined his large hand with her smaller one.

“I suppose I will, even though for some reason they thought you weren’t real.” he quipped, glaring at the four boys who looked away ashamed. “From left to right there is Harry, Ron, Dean, and Seamus. And over there,” he said pointing to the big arm chair in the corner. “That is Hermione.” he said as they all muttered ‘hi’ and ‘sorry’ from some of them. (Y/n) giggled some, waving at them all.

“It’s very nice to meet you all! Nev talks about you guys all the time in his letters. Oh!” She said, eyes looking at his chest. She reached a hand forward, grabbing the engraved onyx in her hands. “The necklace I gave you!! You like it? I think it looks really good on you.” she exclaimed with a smile, happy her boyfriend enjoyed the gift she gave him. Neville once again looked at his friends chuckling some at their wide eyes.

“Of course I do, petal. I wear it everyday, everywhere I go. Right guys.” he teased, watching as they all stuttered out ‘yes ‘yep’ ‘sure does. “Come on flower, I’ll show you around the castle. I know you’ve been looking forward to that for a while. Also, you look quite cute in my sweater.”

“Thank you. I wear it quite often, even though the smell of you has worn off it still brings me good memories.” she said, playing with the slightly worn out sleeves of the sweater. “I’d love to!! Can we check out the greenhouse first? I wanna see that plant you were talking about. Maybe we can work on identifying what species it is!” he nodded in response, taking her hand once again as they began to walk off. Before they turned the corner, he quickly turned his head around using his unoccupied hand to flip off his friends before turning his attention back to his lover.

“Who would’ve thought? Longbottom with an absolute fox.” Ron said, slumping back down as he frowned. Hermione took the book she was reading smacking him upside the head.

“Maybe if you knew how to treat women you’d be with one too.”

#Neville Longbottom #neville longbottom x reader #neville x you #neville longbottom x you #neville x reader #harry potter imagines #Harry Potter #harry potter imagine

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luimagines · 3 years

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Hi! I have a request, but first i wanna say your writing is absolutely amazing! The length + amount of time you put into these prompts is insanely good. Now! Onto the request, how would the boys react to a reader from a more modern era? Maybe a more modernized hyrule or our current point in time?

Masterlist

Thank you so much for the compliment! I'm happy to see the response even if this blog is still relatively new.

I hope I do your prompt justice.

I probably could have done a headcanon list but I was hit with inspiration.

I also might have given Reader some backstory.

Scenario below the cut! It’s long, take caution.

It was a cool night, but you didn't mind. Your bed was warm, the WiFi was fast and even if it was three AM on a school night, you managed to keep yourself giggling with cat videos and blursed memes until the words and colors merged.

A night well spent.

But it led to questionable decisions.

Even if the shredded cheese in the fridge was beginning to seem a more and more enticing snack, your body was tempted to succumb to slumber.

Until a large purple light encompassed the entirety of your window.

Something was in your backyard.

Aliens. Your tired brain supplies and you sprint to the glass and push away the curtains. Is this it? Is this where I'm kidnapped and never seen or heard from again?

You pull out your phone and open up the camera.

"Pics or it didn't happen." You remind yourself and snap a few before showing your face.

What you see isn't what you're expecting. Instead of a flying saucer in the sky beaming down a laser or a weird pear shaped space craft on top of the grass, there's a single panel of glowing light, swirling with black accents that creeps in a circular motion.

"Cheese and crackers...." You gasp and begin to blatantly stare at it with no regard to whether something may be coming out of it.

You wait and nothing happens.

You wait some more and nothing happens.

You spend an hour watching this portal that has appeared out of nowhere, waiting for something to happen, willing for something to happen. But you get nothing.

The unknown stares right back at you, unblinking and unchanged.

Go through it. A voice tells you. What if there's something on the other side?

"I'm going to die." You gulp and take a deep breath.

Who else gets a chance like this? The voice talks again. This could be a grand step towards a more modern society. A whole new world could be on the other side, waiting, reaching out, calling to humanity!

You think you a see a shadow move behind the portal and out of sight but it’s gone before you can even process it.

"Should I call the police?" You step away from the window, ignoring the thoughts, the voice- you're too tired to know if it's your own any more. What's the plan? How does one go about something like this?

Where’s your sense of adventure? Pack a bag and go! What if it goes away?

That last thought seems to get through to your tired brain and for a reason beyond your understanding, it latches onto it.

Now you’re excited.

You run to the closet and take out your old backpack. It used to be for school but it was fancier since it was the only one you could get. The bag had a replaceable water bag with a plastic straw connected through the back of it and the straps have just worn down enough to where they’re actually comfortable. It doubled as a hiking backpack and came with its own insulated lunch box that clasped on the back of it.

It’ll finally serve its purpose.

You quickly roll up your favorite blanket and strap it in tightly beneath the lunch box. You’re quick to take out two extra outfits and pack them as well as change out of your pajamas.

Ok. What would you need? You don’t know where you’d be going so this has to a catch all kind of deal.

You pack away your swiss army knife first for good measure. A solar powered charger for your phone and an extra pair of socks follow suit even after you’ve picked out the extra clothes.

You take out the water bag and run to fill it all the way to max capacity as you think of any other necessities.

You’d need food. You have a small jar of peanut butter and granola bars that can fit in the lunch box. You can bring your extra water bottle and put in the side pockets of the backpack, and maybe bring some of those powered flavor packets your brother loves so much. You think he has lemonade and some green tea ones.

Those would be great. He won’t mind, hopefully.

You let the bag overfill momentarily before running back to shove it in your bag. with the lid screwed tight.

Next you run to the kitchen, grabbing the first things that you thought of already and begin to look around for more.

You grab an unopened pack of beef jerky, a bag of veggie sticks and a half eaten bag of dried mangos.

During your search you grab the water bottle and fill that too.

You return to your room with your bounty and begin to carefully put everything in the box. With some more deliberation, you run back to the kitchen and make yourself a quick sandwich, eat it, make another one and pack that as well.

You look out side the window and the portal is still there.

The sun is beginning to rise now so you’re trying to go as fast as you can, unless you want to neighbors to think something is going on.

Even if it is.

You’re about to leave but in a stroke of brilliance, you run to pack sunscreen and bug spray as well. You see a small first aid pack that was bought recently for when you would take your family vacation but you reason that it might one of the most important things you’d have if you got hurt.

Into the bag it goes.

You grab your hoodie before you leave the door, wrap it around your waist and pocket your phone, your headphones and your wallet.

You feel immediately under packed when you step outside and see the portal up close.

It’s weirdly triangle shaped, you think and step closer.

You reach your hand out and try to touch it. It feels as if you put your hand through a humidifier but it’s not wet. It’s misty and cold but not necessarily unpleasant.

An idea hits you right before you take your first step through.

You pull up one of the earlier photo’s you took and send it to your friend’s group chat. It showed up in my backyard. I decided to make a bad late night decision and I’m going through. If you never hear from me again, I want you all to fight over my electronics. Winner takes all. Godspeed.

And you step through.

You had first assumed that it would merely take you tot he other side but very quickly realize that you have to walk through it.

The first part still had a little light but with time, it got darker. So dark that you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face.

You kept walking.

As fast as the light disappeared, it came back and you stepped into the light of an open field, right in front of one, two, three, four, nine males that had appeared to be traveling towards you or rather, towards the portal.

The portal disappears in the process.

“Oh so we didn’t have to go through it! We had to gain another member!” One of them yells. “Would have been nice to know before we packed everything up!”

“Ho boy, where am I?” You ask and tighten your grip on your backpack. Why didn’t I bring a weapon?

They all had long tunics and swords on their backs. Old fashioned leather boots and hand bracers were the norm in this group and you realized very quickly that your jeans and t-shirt had wildly missed the memo.

“Dang, I didn’t think I’d walk into a LARP group. Sorry about that.” You sheepishly smile. “I had no idea where the portal was going to take me. But if you would be so kind-”

“Wait, what’s LARP?” One of them speaks up. He was a dirty blond and somewhere in the middle of the group height wise. He wore a white cape like thing with blue designs on the back but you didn’t recognize the symbol.

“Live Action Role Play?” You tilt your head. “It’s why you’re all dressed like that? Right?”

“This is just our clothes.” What appears to be the youngest bounces up to you. “What are you wearing?”

“First I could grab in my closet.” You admit and look down on it. It’s one of your comfiest shirts and best looking pants. You’re a little proud of yourself for finding those in the dark.

“Weird.”

“We’re heroes. We’re all named Link.” Cape guy speaks up again. “Is it safe to assume that you’re in the same boat?”

“Heroes?” Your eyebrows furrow together. “I’m not a hero and my name’s not Link.”

You’re quick to tell them your name and you watch as the confusion covers their faces. “My brother’s name is Link though if that helps anything.”

“Oh we needed him!” The youngest groans and it instantly irks you.

“What would you need with a five year old?” You deadpan and cross your arms.

The information stuns the group.

“The portal showed up in the middle of the night and I’m the one that went through it. I’m pretty sure I was the only awake to even see it. Are you telling me that it was for my little brother?” You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t a little pissed. “My baby brother was supposed to go through it? He was asleep! He’s five. What kind of logic is that?!”

“Well...” The biggest and oldest of them runs a hand over his face. You think he has some cool tattoos and sick scar going across his eye but he looks about as angry as you feel, so you don’t say anything. “It appears the gods truly do not care for the hero’s maturity, only his existence.”

“Ok...What’s with all this hero talk?” You bite back. “What did... Where am I?”

“Hyrule.” The second with cool face tattoos speaks up. He’s got a large fur pelt around his shoulders and you have to tighten your grip against your backpack again to keep from reaching out to touch it.

Even so you feel yourself deadpan even more. “Hyrule? Like the ancient empire? The one that collapsed more than two thousand years ago? That Hyrule?”

You’re inclined to not believe them and write all of them off as crazy... but you also walked through a portal. And your grandma did say that magic existed in the strangest forms.

They all share looks of concern and some begin to murmur quietly amongst themselves but you’re too far gone to even notice.

“Did I time travel?” The idea hits you like a bus and you feel your eyes widen as you stare beyond the group. You quickly take our your phone and unlock it.

No signal.

“Is that a type of Sheikah slate?” Someone asks you.

“I don’t know what that is.” You reply automatically. “Wait, hold on, what year is it?”

“Why don’t you tell us what year you’re from and we can start from there?” The darkest brunette of the group speaks up.

“202x PC” You say robotically, not really processing the world around you anymore.

“That’s...” The blond with a long blue scarf speaks up with a slight hiss. “...Beyond any of our timelines. You see, we all come from different worlds and eras of Hyrule’s history.”

“I don’t think you’re the farthest down anymore, Wild.”

“This would then make them my successor, right?”

“It would make their brother your successor.” Someone amends. “I think they just jumped in his place.”

“Leave my brother alone.” You snap back into the present, pocketing your [hone again. “Ok, you know what, screw it. I don’t know what you’d want my brother for but I’m here now. I’d gladly take his place if it means he gets to stay home!”

“Hey.” A boy with pink hair stalks up to you looking a little more serious than you’d like.

“Nice hair dude, way to defy the gender norms.” You smirk a little before genuinely grinning, hoping to quell the tension. “What product do you use? It looks like Artic Fox but not every place sells their brand.”

“...I have no idea what you’re talking about but what happened to Ganon in your world? How have you been handling it?” He snaps and places his hands on his hips.

“Ganon? Like my old principle? That’s a name I haven’t heard in forever.” You’re confused again. “Last I heard he joined the police force only to be reassigned out of state. I don’t know what’s happening with him. Kinda hope he gets fired though. He’s not a bad guy but he’s not someone you’d want in that kind of position of power, you know.”

“Police force?”

You blinked and look them all over. They look very medieval. “Oh... You don’t have that...”

You begin to think about your history lessons and what they might be familiar with if they’re telling the truth about being from Hyrule.

“Ya’ll got knights?”

Many, almost all of them nod, a few with face of despair already on them before you finish speaking.

“It’s kind of like that. Mixed with a towns guard position... kinda. They enforce laws... at least they’re supposed to but the whole system is flawed and racist and really needs to be dismantled for the abuse of power that they have-”

“Abuse? Of power?” You have their attention again.

“It’s stupid and it won’t really make any sense if I try to explain because I doubt you have anything similar but it’s basically a group of people given the right to treat the public in anyway they like for their own benefit because they have no one telling them that they can’t.” You groan and slowly begin to feel your lack of sleep catch up to you.

You slowly reach to behind you and sit down on the dirt, looking at all of them. “Mr. Dragmire wasn’t like...Demise or anything but he was a huge jerk. No one liked him. He liked me though. I remember that. I was the envy of the whole school because I somehow got on his good side while everyone else wants to strangle him. I think he was transferred for some misdemeanor or something like that... like he might have been throwing hands with someone he wasn’t supposed to. I never heard all the details. I didn’t really care for it when it happened either. I’m pretty sure he lost that fight though. The dude looked like a blast of wind could have knocked him over let alone someone’s knuckle sandwich.”

“I would love to hear more about this.” The youngest sits next to you with a large grin on his face. His eyes are bright and his body language reminds you of your cousin Zelda. You instantly think they’d get along like a house on fire. “What are your monsters like?”

“Monsters?” You tilt your head. “Be a little more specific bud, it depends on where you’re from.”

“You have that many?!”

“It depends on if you believe they’re real or not.”

“Speaking of monsters, can you fight?” The shortest walks up to you. You like that his tunic is stitched up with multiple colors and designs. It gives it personality, you think. “Do you have a weapon you’re more comfortable with?”

The question throws you off your rhythm and you don’t fight your wince. “What would happen if I say that I do not, in fact, have any sort of weapon on me?”

“I wouldn’t believe you.” Pink guy speaks up again. “That pack is huge, there has to be something in there.”

“It’s food, water and extra clothes my guy.” You lean back against said backpack since it won’t let you lay down with it still on. “Not a lot of space for anything else. I’m pretty good at hand to hand combat though. Karate’s a good way to fight out stress.”

“Your bag’s not magic?”

“Why the hell would it be magic? ...Are you trying to tell me magic actually exists?” You raise an eyebrow as your eyes begin to close against your will. “I know my grandma said it does but I thought she meant like fairies and shadow demons.. and bigfoot. Can’t forget him, he’s the real MVP... You know...Children’s bedtime stories and stuff like that, it’s not real. But like magic magic? Magic items and the like? Find me Tinkerbell and I’ll show you Neverland, that’s what I say.”

“Are you serious?”

“Second star to the right, straight on till morning.” You respond.

There’s a moment of silence as the group in front of you processes your words. It’s hard to tell their reaction since you’re not looking at them but you no longer have the energy to do anything else.

“Are you falling asleep right now?” It’s the one they called Wild.

“I...” You try to open your eyes. They don’t budge. “I haven’t slept in nearly 20 hours... I think. I might have past 24 hours a while ago actually. Portal showed up at like four in the morning... I had to get up at six and I didn’t sleep at all before then.”

More silence.

“Great another one.” Someone scoffs.

You snort.

“Why did we pack up camp again?”

“No one kill me.” You say right before you lose consciousness. “Please and thank you.”

“They’re doomed.”

“Have some faith Vet. They stepped in for their little brother. That has to mean something?”

“They’re in for a rude awakening, and that’s all I have to say about it.”

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #is this readers origin story #maybe?#i got a little carried away with this one #had to stop myself before i went even further beyond #i don't know if I want to continue with this as a story or just throw out some headcanons with modern reader #i like to think that everything i write takes place in a separate universe #especially the ones where they catch feelings #might throw out what they think of reader #might not #depends on you guys!#let me know what you think!

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 3 years

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Feeling like a family

Summary: Y/n visits Harry during his lunch break, letting him in on the relationship both her and Milo have with Xavier. Then they go to the zoo and have a little family day :)

warning/ disclaimers: swearing, family issues.

Things have been going amazing with Harry and Y/n. Ever since their date a couple weeks ago they have been seeing each other more and more. Harry has been coming into her bookshop while she’s working when he can. Just to surprise her and make her day a little better, sometimes he brings her lunch on the weekends and she visits him when he is spending hours after school hours grading art work and setting projects up for his students.

It’s been new and exciting, and extremely fun. Not to mention the kissing has definitely been a plus. They went to have coffee with each other a couple days after their date, spending a good portion of the morning together. They have basically been inseparable since, Harry even invited Y/n and Milo over for dinner so they could all get to know each other better. Loralie was just excited to have guests that weren't family, and also to see a friend from school outside of school. She had a great time with Milo, they played together while Harry and Y/n cleaned up dinner together and snuck kisses in the kitchen.

It's another Wednesday. Harry had Loralie and Milo's class now and he is letting them finger paint. It’s mainly been a calm class, he didn’t have to deal with much usually and if a kid did have a melt down the teacher and/or teachers assistant would deal with it instead of making Harry deal with it. “Looks great, Lora,” Harry says, kissing the top of Loralies head before scooting past her and walking over to his messy desk. He has papers, projects, markers, paints, all over his desk, even with all the time he spends after school he feels like he may never get it organized.

“My mummy likes your daddy.” He hears, looking up to see Milo and Loralie talking. His cheeks turn crimson when he hears it, did they really give it away that easy? Their children now caught onto the fact that the two were dating? That was just embarrassing. “My daddy likes your mummy.” But that was more embarrassing.

Harry ignores it (and the burning in his cheeks) and just hopes that the teacher will hush the class. He busies himself with cleaning his desk, trying to shove the papers into the drawers and file folders that they belong to but his mind is still distracted. He’s gonna have to tell Y/n that their kids know. The bell rings and he looks up from his desk. “Okay, you can leave your paintings where they are. I'll put them on the drying rack and you’ll get them tomorrow!” Harry sings, moving over to Loralie to kiss her cheeks and say a goodbye until he sees her at lunch time. “Bye daddy” she says, waving to him after kissing his cheek and joining her class.

Harry laughs, letting out a sigh and putting the messy finger paintings on one of his many drying racks. It’s his lunch time now. He has to supervise lunch so he gets his break before everyone else.

He wanders around his class room, doing random things and cleaning up his messes that he’s made from the two days of the week before him. He didn’t have plans for lunch, he would probably just have an extra big dinner. He’s happy to find Y/n cured his rumbling tummy when he sees her walking through his classroom. He smiles, chuckling at her big dramatic smile that was obvious teasing. “Hi, darling.” He says, leaning over his desk to press a kiss to her lips.

She sits on the art table in front of his desk, setting two to-go boxes down. “Hi,” she says back, handing him one of the to-go boxes. “No sitting on the tables.” Harry teases while he reaches out to take the white Styrofoam box in his hands, quickly thanking her. “Suck it up.” She shrugs, her feet setting in the chair that was once tucked under the art table. “I just got you a sub and fries.” She says, plucking a chip from her box and taking a bite out of it.

“Why Are you here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, of course.” He smiles, reaching over and giving her hand a squeeze. She shrugs, tapping her shoes down on the chair while she pulls her food into her lap. “I forgot to put Milo's' lunch box in his backpack so I had to drop it off.” She says, making Harry smile. So he thought she would have lunch with him? She’s adorable. “So how’s your week been, babe?” Harry sings, sitting back in his big office hair and relaxing into it while he eats.

“Fine. Milo's dad visited.” What?! Since when did he come around? And since when was he “Milo's dad” and not “Xavier”? Harry knits his brows, gulping down his food before he responds, a little nervous. Harry and Milo are best buds, they have grown closer and he’s tried to pay him more attention when he sees him in class as well, he doesn’t want their friendship to be ruined now, even though what he is thinking is selfish. Milo deserves a good daddy.

“Since when does he come around?” He asks, Y/n rolling her eyes at his tone. “He’s a photographer so he’s always traveling the world. I mean he pays child support, he’s not a shit dad. I just have my own issues with him.” She says, her tone heavy with annoyance. Harry was under the impression that he was a horrible dad and didn’t even try to care for Milo, but now he hears he pays child support and visits?

“I just thought he didn’t care.”

“Well… he’s trying. Like I said he’s traveling the world so he can’t always see him but he pays child support and he’s trying to come around more. He did come over and take some cute photos of Milo though.” Y/n smiles, remembering how her baby posed so well for the camera. He was shy at first but then they found a stray kitty out on a walk and he was more than willing to pose with it.

Harry nods, taking a bite out of his sub. He finishes his bite and wipes his mouth with the brown paper napkins, “Is he gonna take Milo for the night or something like that?” Harry questions. Y/n is happy that Xavier is trying to see him more but she doesn’t think she would be able to be away for a night, especially when he doesn’t see Milo that much anyways. “I don’t think I would be comfortable enough to let Milo stay with him, for now at least. But he’s flying off and leaving Friday so I don’t have to worry.” Y/n confesses, taking a bite of her sub while she waits for Harry’s response.

“Yeah, I understand that.”

They eat together before Y/n deems it time for her to go. Giving him a hug and a kiss goodbye before she heads out and opens the book shop back up, letting Harry finish out his day.

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Harry and Y/n had made plans to take their little ones to the zoo. Y/n told Harry that Milo had been going on and on about lions so it was the perfect time for them to go. Harry has packed up Loralies stroller, putting snacks, his wallet, and her diaper bag in the bottom carrier. Luckily (but also unluckily) Milo is at the age where he does not want to be in a stroller, every time Y/n tries to put him in it while they are out he complains and tries to get out of it the whole time.

Harry had picked them up, driving about an hour to the zoo. Milo and Loralie babbled to each other the whole ride which made their parents happy- meanwhile they were just humming to the radio and making small talk the whole ride.

“Are you ready to see the lions?” Y/n coos to Milo, pulling him out of his car seat and setting him on the ground, holding his hand so he doesn’t run off in the car park. Harry pulls Loralie out, pulling out her stroller from the back, preparing to put her in it. “No! I walk today.” Loralie says with a bit of aggression in her voice. Harry hands with his hand up defensively, “okay, but you're gonna want it after walking in the heat for hours.” Harry takes her stroller despite her not wanting to be in it, she takes Harry's hand instead, walking next to Milo.

Their first stop is the stingrays, getting the food from the people who work there then getting down in front of the large pond to pet their slimy skin. Milo and Loralie giggle the whole time, pulling their hands away as soon as they feel like slimy stingray and making dramatic gross faces that make their parents laugh. The kids definitely had fun feeding them and petting them but Harry and Y/n instantly shipped them off to the bathroom so they could wash their hands.

Next is the walk through aquarium, “come on, it's this way.” Y/n says, cooing down at Milo and fast walking toward the cave shaped aquarium. When they walk inside it's lit up blue. They look all around them and they see lots of fish, big whales, all different things. “Woah!” Loralie exclaims, making Harry laugh, kissing her cheeks. All of a sudden Milo breaks out in loud giggles, pulling at the length of her mom jeans. “Mama, Look!” Milo giggles, pointing to a fish sticking to the aquarium glass, looking like it's making a silly face at everyone. Y/n laughs, squatting down and wrapping her arm around Milo, resting a hand on his belly. “Let's go see them” Y/n says, pulling him up on her hip and kissing over his cheeks. She takes him over to the silly fish while Harry lets Loralie look around, staring above her at the large fish swimming by until she stumbles back. Harry catches her, standing her back up and taking her over where Milo and Y/n are, showing her the fish that Milo was trying to touch through the glass.

“He's so cute.” Harry compliments, laughing at how Milo's is so obsessed with the silly looking fish. Y/n turns to look at Harry, thanking him cockily- taking all the credits for his adorableness. Harry bumps his nose with hers in a butterfly kiss while their kids are looking straight ahead. He gives her a peck while the kids are still distracted then he turns back to the fish. “Okay, it's time to go look at the animals!” Harry cheer, pulling Loralie off of the ledge she was standing on.

They walk through the entrance of all the animals, seeing some monkeys. Loralie and Milo start to imitate the monkeys, giggling at each other and the animals. They move onto koalas, waving at the cuddly animals before they get to see the lions- this is what Milo has been waiting for. “ROAR!” Milo yells, trying to climb on the wooden fence between the people and lions. Y/n giggles at him, pulling him off the fence and on her hip. “You’re a baby lion, aren’t you?” Y/n coos, kissing his forehead. Milo nods before she pulls him in her hands, extending him out. “Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba!” She sings, making the boy giggle, roaring again before she pulls him back in, kissing all over his face, making him squeal and push away.

Meanwhile Loralie wants to pet the real baby lions. She’s got a frustrated face on since Harry didn’t let her climb over the fencing and pet the furry lions. Harry can’t help but laugh at her. They walk a bit more, walking for a while until they go to their next exhibit.

It’s all calm until Milo starts screaming. He sees a bird wandering free, it was a large blue bird with huge feathers framing its head. Y/n knew that the peacock was harmless, they wouldn't let it wander free if it was, but Milo was gonna be scared of it regardless. “No, no!” He yells, backing away from the bird, trying to scold it for just walking around. Y/n laughs while Milo grips onto her leg, wagging his finger at the bird and yelling at it for scaring him. “It’s not gonna get you, bubba.” She laughs, pulling him into her hip while they get to the penguin house.

They walk into the cold penguin house, their noses instantly crinkling from the smell. “Brrr” Loralie says, running her arms up and does while her teeth chatter. Harry laughs, tossing her little jacket over her shoulder to warm her up. “Look at the baby penguin.” Harry coos to Loralie, holding her up to the glass so she can wave at the little puffins. “Tiny!” She squeals, waving at the baby penguins.

“Yeah,” Harry laughs at her. “They are tiny, Lora.” He agrees with her, giving the back of her head a kiss before settling her back down on the ground, letting her wander off a few feet away to look around at the penguins a bit more before they leave and look at the polar bears.

After the polar bears, they head to the gift shop, Loralie gets a purple bucket hat with a blue monkey on it and a stuffed penguin she named “tiny”. Milo got a shirt of the name of the zoo and a matching stuffed penguin that he couldn’t choose a name for just yet.

They head back to the car, Loralie’s legs are tired on the walk but she refuses to go in her stroller, instead Harry holds her while they take the long walk back, one arm holding Loralie up to his hip and the other latched with Y/n’s hand while her other hand holds Milo's. Once they get to the car Loralie and Milo get buckled up in their car seats, sure to fall asleep soon.

Harry and Y/n get into the front seats, their hands instantly finding the others. “I had a nice day with you.” Harry smiles, his face only inches from hers. Y/n blushes, giving his hand a squeeze. “Yeah, I had a lot of fun.” She says, focusing on Harry’s thumb rubbing at the back of her hand. They hear little whispers and giggles, turning their heads back to their little ones. “Kiss, kiss, kiss!” They whisper- chant. Their parents' cheeks instantly burn, looking back to each other with big cheesy smiles on their faces.

“Well?” Harry shrugs, leaning in and pressing his lips to her. She giggles on his lips, both of the kids in the back yelling. “Ew!” Loralie says. “Gross!” Milo agrees.

The parents laugh, pressing one last peck to each other's lips before Harry starts up the car. They had a good day together. Harry got closer to Milo and Y/n got closer to Loralie. It kinda feels like they are becoming a little family.

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To My Best Friend

summary: reader faces quarantine at Harry’s and, turns out, it was exactly what they needed to come clean. also, Anne is the superior Mum.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: completely fluff. with marriage + mentions of family? not edited... when do I ever edit

based off of this ask<3

When you wake, the sun is shining through a slightly opened window in the far left corner of your bedroom. You can hear birds chirping amongst themselves from outside, cars driving far in the distance, it's quiet at Harry's home. Peaceful.

It's been a little more than four months since you and Harry decided to bubble at the beginning of quarantine. What you expected to be a few weeks turned into a lot more, but there were no complaints. Harry has the space, is the type to crave company, and you're his best friend.

Best friend.

You roll in the soft sheets, hugging the covers for a few minutes until you inevitably force yourself to get up for the day. You're not sure what sort of expensive luxury bed set this is, but god, they are comfy. You make a mental note to ask him later.

You zone out again on the soft sounds of the birds and the pleasant cool breeze flowing in through the window. You pull your phone from the bedside table to check the time, 10:56– and the weather, sunny and 78. You consider getting in the pool later.

Harry's phone rings somewhere outside of your room, followed by some muffled mumbling from the man himself signalling that he's awake too. You wonder if he's ate yet; he's a sucker for your omelettes and you're craving one about now.

You climb out of bed, going to the bathroom to tame your hair and brush your teeth, before heading to the kitchen to put together ingredients for the omelettes.

It's about 10 minutes before Harry appears in the kitchen, provoked by the smell. He places a hand on your lower back as a silent 'good morning!' while he stands to your side to admire your cooking. You try your best to ignore the warm feeling that his touch brings; the feeling that makes you wish for more than just a touch.

It makes you nervous, how quickly his presence has you feeling butterflies or how fast he can make you smile when you're in the darkest of moods. You've been sitting on the feelings for years, they were always there, hiding in the back of your head. The feelings that made you wish you'd shared that drink with him just for the second-hand contact to his lips.

Those are the thoughts that make you nervous. You try not to think about them when he's standing right next to you watching your every move with a wandering hand on the small of your back.

He's dressed in a colourful flannel and some shorts, you notice, much different than your fresh out of bed joggers and t-shirt. You make a mental note to change later, and you consider stealing one of his flannels (there's the thoughts again,) just to have his smell on you.

He pulls away from you to begin setting up the eating area, bringing out cups and silverware and then returning with a plate when he senses the omelette is nearly done. He stands to your left with the plate held in both hands like an excited toddler and when you flip the breakfast meal onto his plate he leans over and presses a quick kiss to your forehead in thanks. The thoughts come rushing back; I like when you kiss me, Harry.

"D'you have any plans for today?" he quizzes, before taking a drink of his orange juice.

"Was thinking about going in the pool later," you tell him, "it seemed nice out, an' I love your pool."

"I rather like my pool too," he chuckles "I'll join you, yeah? Could go for a swim later."

When you finish eating, Harry takes the plates to wash despite your protests. You cooked, he argues, so he cleans. You glance at the time, almost 12, and decide that the time it will take to change and freshen up will be enough for your stomach to settle and therefore a swim will be safe.

Returning upstairs, you first search for a bikini and then your sunglasses, changing and adding a pair of shorts. You brush your hair, throughly this time, and tie it up to avoid contact with the chlorinated water.

Before you go back downstairs, you take a minute to look at yourself in the mirror— doing your best not to allow the thoughts to come forward. (You don't think about how your body will look to Harry, and you definitely don't allow yourself to think about what he might think about the bikini you chose. Absolutely not.)

When you return downstairs to the kitchen, the dishes are washed and on the drying rack. Grabbing two cups and straws, you fill each about half with ice and then filtered water; and carry them both out to the poolside where Harry sits contently in the sun.

Unbeknownst to you, Harry's eyes travel along your body through his sunglasses when you appear from inside of the house, wishing he could touch you. His brain flicks back to the phone call he had this morning with his Mum, how she encouraged him to make a move because she knows you're meant to be. His stomach flips thinking about it.

"Do you remember when we went to that party and you pushed that guy into the pool because he was flirting with me?" you smile, sitting down beside him and handing him one of the cold waters.

"Mm, we had to leave because he was gonna' beat me up," Harry chuckles, "I was drunk. Probably lucky he ended up in the pool."

"You were being protective! It was cute!" you defend, rubbing his back lazily in comfort. He looks at you in a funny way, smile faltering a little before he returns his eyes back to the pool.

"M'gonna test the waters so the princess doesn't freeze," He proposes, rising from his seat when you give him a playful smack.

You rise as well, shimmying off your loose shorts and moving to sit at the side of the pool. Watching harry submerge himself first, you let your legs dangle off of the edge and into the water. It's cold, but a pleasant, enjoyable cold in the hot sun.

You sit contently for a few minutes, enjoying the water on your legs and watching harry swim back and forth. You lean back and turn your attention somewhere else, trying to avoid being caught staring. Suddenly, though, a hand brushes up the side of one of your submerged legs, informing you of Harry's presence.

"Y'coming in?" he asks, standing now. He's tall, so your faces are about level now.

"Are you in a hurry?" He's close enough now that he's dripping cold water on your skin.

"Maybe,"

Suddenly, he's gripping your waist to lift you and pull you into the water. You squeal, grabbing his shoulders as leverage as he practically drops you into the water that feels ice cold against your warm sunny skin. He laughs loud and happy when you splash water in his direction as payback.

Soon, both of your energies mellow out. Harry's on his phone, while you're floating around in a doughnut shaped floatie. Harry snaps a photo, but you don't notice.

When it's time to get out, Harry offers to go grab the towels while you float around for a few more minutes. He's driving you crazy in the best way. Your skin still tingles where he had touched your sides to lift you into the water, and your palms burn with the memory of his bare shoulders.

When he returns, it's like his energy has changed. The sight of a shirt over his chest makes you frown momentarily, and he's light on his feet rather than the happy strides he took on his way into his home. You see him tuck his phone into his pocket as if he's been talking to someone again, and when his eyes meet yours the wide smile is hiding something else.

When you slip out of the doughnut and climb up the pool ladder, he mumbles a soft "c'mere" and wraps the towel around your shoulders. His eyes watch you for a little longer than they should've.

"Mum called again," He murmurs.

"I's she doing well? Is that who called this morning?" you question, keeping your attention on his eyes.

"Yeah, woke you up I suppose,"

"Not at all!" You defend.

He goes quiet, picking at his fingernails (a nervous habit you notice he's developed since beginning to paint his nails) and looking off to the side to avoid holding eye contact with you. This makes you nervous, he's never this way around you.

"Harry,"

"I'm sorry, 'shouldn't be such a big deal," he says, letting out an awkward laugh.

A soft smile appears on your face, taking his hands into yours to part them. Gently, you move towards him, pressing yourself wordlessly into his body and allowing his hands to wrap around your towel-covered body. It brings him comfort, and you ignore your own heart beating at the contact.

"Better?"

"A little." He admits. He loves holding you, and sure, it helps his nerves, but he's going to tell you.

His Mum's been on him since he told her you'd be staying with him, telling him “now or never, Harry!”, and he's beginning to realize it really is now or never. He doesn't know how long quarantine will keep up or how much longer you will decide to stay, and he misses you even when you're just running something as simple as a grocery trip.

He doesn't know why he's scared, he knows a friendship as strong as yours could work through anything, Still, there's always the possibility that things could go bad. “Get out of your head!'”Anne would say.

This type of topic between the two of you is quite common, given Harry's music and your tendency to be quite open. However, this type of topic concerning the two of you is uncharted territory.

He thinks about the story you'd brought up earlier. When you'd both went to a party together and some guy, very obviously drunker than the both of you, tried to flirt his way into your pants before Harry had pushed him into the pool himself.

The truth is, he knew you would hold your ground if you weren't interested. Actually, Harry knows from first-hand experience that you don't need protection, you can be very vocal when you need to be, and he's even seen you deck someone at the bar a few years back for touching one of your friends. You were the protector.

That's why, upon seeing Harry at such a nervous loss of words, you had hugged him. It was your own way of protecting him.

"I wasn't trying t'protect you when I pushed that guy into the pool." He states, quiet and unsure.

You only hum in reply, allowing him to finish his sentence but letting him know you heard what he said.

" 'was jealous."

What?

"What?" you pull away from him only slightly, “why?"

"I didn't want stupid—" he pauses for the name "Josh, or whatever, t'be the one to take y'home."

You give him a confused look, now that you can see his face. Not putting two and two together.

"Josh is great! I love Josh—"

"More than me?" he murmurs, and it clicks.

Oh.

"Of course not... Harry," you hesitate, watching his eyes move between your own and his jaw clench.

Is this happening?

"I wanted," his shaky hand finds your arm, sliding down to take hold of your own, equally shaky left hand to toy with your fingers.

"I wanted t'take you home. Crawl into bed with you. Whatever else." he finishes. His stomach is in butterflies by now and he feels the tight, anxiety feeling in his lungs.

It catches him completely off guard when your lips are on his.

When you try to pull away, scared you've overstepped, his mouth only follows your own and his hand rises to your jaw to hold you steady. He feels a weight lifted from his shoulders, holding you, kissing you, like this. This is what he's needed.

When you finally do pull away, it's to go inside. Harry erupts in happy laughter when you make a beeline up the stairs. Nothing happens though, it's too soon and Harry agrees, but that doesn't stop you from curling into Harry's sheets, cuddling and kissing each other while watching one of your favourite films.

Catching up on missed time.

***

The wedding reception.

How did we end up here?

"Honestly," Harry speaks loudly to the crowd of your family and friends within the dinner hall "I have two people to thank for sealing the deal."

You smile wildly, knowing exactly which story he's about to bring up. Your eyes travel through the table groups you and Harry had spent so much time planning out. When your eyes catch with Mitch's he gives you a wink.

"Anne, my beautiful Mother, thank you for not letting me coward out of finally telling my girl how I felt," he pauses, you place a hand on his knee

"And Josh—"

You can't hold back the laugh, especially when the entire room turns to face the poor, completely unsuspecting victim. Josh, face red and confused smile on his lips.

"Years ago, when I pushed you into that pool at your birthday party because— you would've killed me if I didn't run! Because you were talking to her and I got jealous!" the room is erupting in laughter.

The room is full of the most important people in your's and Harry's lives. Still though, your happy eyes are glued to Harry, working the small crowd of people as per usual and telling a story about the time of and before quarantine; of when you'd basically moved in with him and never left.

Later, when you're wrapped in warm blankets and Harry's arms, you're reflecting on your day. The guests, who you'd talked to, what you'd heard.

"Wow. I'm married." he dumbfounds.

Wow is right.

"We're married." you restate for him, giving his hand a soft squeeze.

"Wow. I'm married to my best friend.”

Giggles boil over in the dark room. Harry is astonished suddenly, pupils blown, wide grin on his face. He presses quick kisses to the side of your face and you snuggle into his side more.

"I think we win, H."

#i feel like this was sorta rushed but hskdjsks it’s fine #can you tell i love the zane lowe interview #harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #fineline #harry styles x y/n #harry styles imagine #harry styles friends to lovers #harry styles marriage #request #not edited

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