#Campus jumper

[evature]

https://youtu.be/W05FYkqv7hM?si=lxr-cfk_WZ1sy39N very cool video to watch about perspective

#i do not want to go on campus tomorrow to ask for a jumper exchangw #😭 #i got thr wrong size ? #.evature #but i must 🛌 #its ok I'll listen to music on the train :)))))

[aniharas]

𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥!𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘹 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘩.𝘤.'𝘴 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦)

pairing: obsessed!down bad!felix catton x fem!reader

summary: felix's lack of control over his deep feelings for you, his revisions partner, begins to spiral him into a sick and twisted sense of keeping you as his.

warnings: explicit language, sexual tension & content, themes of purity and corruption, use of cigarettes and alcohol

wc: 2.1k+

Maybe Felix Catton wasn’t the mindless pretty boy at Oxford like everyone had chalked him up to be. Maybe he was, at least until he saw you.

At first, he wasn’t exactly the most excited when he found out his revisions partner was you, a scholarship girl. A first-class student. Always buried in textbooks nonstop, always holed up with nerdy little books doing your nerdy little homework. He never found people like you any fun, so he braced himself for a snoozefest as you plopped down into the armchair beside him.

But Felix couldn’t have ever been more wrong about the pureness that was you. Sickly sweet, serene you. Skin tantalizingly covered by whatever shoddy arrangements Oxfam provided. Black-rimmed glasses with a prescription so high, it made your bambi-like eyes bulge out of your head. Voice so sugary, he could taste it on the tip of his tongue. You were a prude by all means, but you made it look so damn good. God forbid the tutor asked him anything about your essay, it was fuck all in his brain. And god forbid anyone asked him to make sense of what he felt for you.

And so he eagerly showed up to each revision. It started with the simplest of gestures. Holding the door open for you, carrying your books. He noticed you always walked home alone after each session at night, so he took it upon himself to escort you back to your dorm safely. 

And then it was gifts. Things that he could nonchalantly pass off as having extra of. Packaged sweets from the dining hall, an extra No. 2 pencil. He even tried to offer you a cigarette as the two of you strolled across campus. Of course, being the modest girl you were, you refused. He was glad that you did. You were responsible, you were good. He loved that about you.

But it wasn’t enough. Those brief, one-hour sessions were far from enough. Being the workaholic you were, you were hard to find around campus; that bit irked him. The whole “girl” thing was second-nature to him. They came to him in swarms, in fact. Why were you never there? That was fine with him, he liked the chase. He’d find a way.

“Tutor you? Felix, I think you’re doing fine–” “Codswallop, and you know it. You, on the other hand…you’re exceptional.” “I don’t think I’m exactly qualified enough-” “I do.”

And these newfound tutoring sessions were far better than what he had been getting. He never thought he’d look forward to being in a tutorial for hours in a stiff library chair, but the very thought consumed his waking days. Because it was you, dressed in your hand-me-down school jumper, brows adorably furrowed as you hastily scribbled notes across the margins of his essays. He wasn’t exactly the best at writing, but he occasionally found himself misspelling words just to see you get irritated with him. 

“Sometimes it slips my mind that you’re a rich kid. Until I remember we’re at Oxford and this is what you wrote,” you had said one time. Had it been from anyone else, he would’ve blown a fuse. But it was you, who always snuck in bites of your Crunchie between each sentence. You were so genuine, so oblivious to the world around you. He could never be upset with you.

Which is why he felt responsible for you. But how could he protect you when you were so elusive? He considered himself blessed if he found you at King’s Arms on the weekends, or anywhere at all. And blessed he was, on a Friday night, just before Oxford let out for the holidays.

It was you, accompanied by your trashy roommates. “Come on, just once before you go home,” they had whined as they pushed you through the doors. Upon this rare sighting, Felix decided that the story he was entertaining his table with was pointless, ceasing his conversation. It was like he was in a trance, the way he stood from his seat and gravitated toward you. Wordlessly, he plucked you away from your roommates. He figured you were better off with him.

It was clear that you weren’t used to any sort of bar culture, and while he found that endearing, he made sure to look over you. He booted a girl from his group just so he could seat you next to him, all while making sure you didn’t see the nasty glare she gave you. 

Assigning himself as your drink-sitter, he carefully scrutinized whatever you ended up drinking. Any strong liquors that came your way were quickly confiscated, much to Farleigh’s disdain (although he was placated once the extra shots were passed along to him). All you had to your name was a modest mug of beer, which you sipped at tentatively as you tried to make sense of the conversation around you.

You had gotten through one beer, though you were struggling about halfway through your refill. Despite that, Felix was in awe of you. The whining as he took the cup away, the mindlessly giggling at a joke one of the girls told, the fidgeting with the hem of your jumper. How could someone make drinking look so innocent? 

“My face is hot.” “You’ve got a buzz going. It’s quite a look.” “A good one or a bad one?” “A bit of a naughty one.” He quickly earned a punch in the arm from you.

And this was far better than the revisions or the tutoring. To finally discuss something other than academics with you was refreshing. He found himself recounting all of his stories, even the ones he had already told that night, just so he could hear you laugh at everything he said. It was a melody in his ears, a tiny bell jingling beside him.

Once the company began to fall out, Felix took you to get a breath of fresh air just beside the entrance of the pub. “D’you need anyone to take you home?” “Nooo, my roommates are heading back anyways.” “You sure? I can–” “Oh, you’re too kind. Why don’t you have a lover yet?”

The question was so forward and sudden, he couldn’t help but be surprised. You were definitely tipsy.  “Huh…haven’t given much thought to it.” “Well, you should.” “And that means?” “They’d be lucky.”

Felix couldn’t help it; he was out of control, cradling your face into his hands as his heart threatened to leap out of his chest. They were indeed hot, you weren’t lying about that. There was silence, anticipation with a bated breath, and then your lips were all that he felt. If anyone was watching, and they most likely were, it was like he was holding himself back. Jaw tensed, muscles taut, brows scrunched. It almost looked like he was in pain.

And he was in pain, his restraint being tested every second he kissed you. Trying so desperately to not have his way with you, to take you home and screw you into his dorm mattress. That’s not the type of person you were.

But boy, did you make it difficult. The mere act of placing your hands against his chest, pressing your body against his. Again, painfully obvious this wasn’t something you did often, but that made it all the more perfect to him. He intended to keep you that way, which is why he let go.

The confusion that overtook your features made him regret his decision more and more, twisting his insides with guilt for leaving you hanging. Your lips, donning a soft shine, mouthed his name, but any sound went fuzzy in his ears. The more he stared at them, the more that forbidden feeling stirred inside of him.

Mumbling an apology, he abruptly stepped back, not even sure of what he was even doing. He had to get away, head home. It was ironic, to long for you so deeply but to hold himself back from indulging in you. He was never one to shy away from what he desired; it was his very nature, his reputation. But he couldn’t just use a girl like you to scratch one of his sexual itches, how could he bring himself to?

And so, Felix turned his back on you, not uttering another word. He pushed through the crowded walkway in a blind frenzy, ignoring the people who tried to strike up conversation. Never once looking back. 

Soon enough, he heaved the grand doors open to his hall, ready to sleep off the feeling until a sultry voice called to him from his right. Annabel. Apparently she had been waiting for him.

It wasn’t long before she was straddled across his lap, basically eating away at the lower half of his face as she eagerly fumbled with his belt buckle. That’s what turned him off about her. Too eager, too annoying. It played a part as to why he had kept his distance from her, but for that night, she was better than nothing.

As she slipped off his lap to kneel on the messy floor of his dorm, his mind drifted elsewhere. The desperate girl in front of him disappeared, then you were there, just as he left you. Staring up at him behind your obnoxious glasses, your bottom lip trembling. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Would you even know how to do this sort of thing? 

If he allowed himself, he’d guide you, gripping a part of your hair. Not tight enough to hurt you, of course, just enough to get leverage. He’d watch as your pretty lips parted to take him in, taking your sweet time. Your mouth would be soft and hot, your tongue shifting about awkwardly underneath him. He bet that you’d have it down quickly; you were good at most things, being a quick learner. Perhaps there would be a few scrapes from your canines as you bobbed up and down, if he were to be realistic. But the sting was more than alright with him.

Felix always prided in himself for his ability to give a girl a good, long time. Why else would they flock to him by the dozens? So what was so different about you that made him feel like he was already about to burst the seams?

Because it was still you, sickly sweet and serene you, lips wrapped around him and devouring him like the candy you always loved. Your eyes would water, but he’d gladly wipe away each drop that managed to escape. It left him a whiny mess. Sweat prickling at his forehead, ragged breaths heaving his shoulders up and down, white-knuckling your hair.

And when he’d come close, he’d let you know. You didn’t like being caught off-guard. Your heavy disdain for pop-quizzes or his endless pranks of sneaking up behind you made that apparent. But he prided himself in knowing these things about you, that he was able to gather it all from your little ramblings. 

You liked American reality TV. Disliked gel pens. Loved your chips overdone. A ridiculous query crossed his mind. Would you like spitting or swallowing? Or would you rather it all over you? From how your lips were glued to him, it seemed like swallowing. But that made him hesitate. You would never like such a thing. You were squeamish around anything sticky or slimy. Cough syrup, oily or tacky lotions…you hated them. As much as it dismayed him, why would this be any different?

Because it wasn’t you. And as soon as the girl he had taken back to his dorm reappeared, he knew that she could never be you. Nobody could. He was disgusted with himself for dirtying that memory of you. He had turned something so innocent into something so grossly erotic, and he knew he had crossed a line. How could he ever see you the same way again?

He was also disgusted with how Annabel seemed to not care despite his disillusion. She might have been the only girl he had seen that got off on merely sucking someone off. It was genuinely pathetic. Her head was swiftly yanked up, her lips making a “pop” sound.

“Alright, get out.” “What? But we’ve barely done anything, Fe–” “I don’t fuckin’ care. Piss the fuck off!”

Felix thought he would feel bad about kicking Annabel out, especially after she left in tears with her clothes haphazardly buttoned. But he could genuinely not have cared in the slightest; he was already preoccupied, mind filled with guilt after what he had done to you. But did he feel regret? No. That’s what ate at him the most. Someone like him shouldn’t have gone for someone like you. 

Perhaps it was better to try and forget that he kissed you. Kissing you meant opening the floodgates of his feelings, his debauchery. He had to keep that closed so that you could stay as pure as you always were. His perfect girl.

And he would do anything to keep you that way.

to be continued!

a/n: dutifully fulfilling this request by my lovely anon. i wanted to delve more into the selfish, savior complex that he was and i DEFINITELY intend to take it deeper for the next part. again, thank you for the ask! co-written by @hellb4ts! leon, thank you for the many wonderful ideas. and you're welcome for introducing you to saltburn <3 inbox is open for any asks or reqs !

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Study Break

Feb, Request-6

In which Y/N asks Spencer’s help with studying and they get a little carried away

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex (library), Sub!spencer, soft/nice dom!reader, handjob(m rec), fingering(f rec), shy!spencer, praise, finger sucking, both reader and Spencer are over 18 years old!!!! He doesn’t ever say he’s a virgin but you can defo tell so virgin!spencer

Spencer could stare at her all day.

She was so pretty with her pencil between her teeth. The white jumper she had pulled over her black tank top fell off of her shoulder, showing more skin than Spencer could handle.

“So, existentialism is rooted in the philosophical idea that humans have free choice, and because of that free choice, we can create purpose and meaning in our lives. Existential theory suggests that we have a choice in who we desire to be.” Y/N read from the text book. She sighed and groaned, leaning back in her chair.

Spencer stared at her smooth skin that glowed under the light of the secluded section on the campus library.

She opened one of her eyes. “Need somethin’ Spence?” She asked, her voice sweet. Spencer swallowed and shook his head. “We’ll thanks for agreeing to help me study.” She sat up. “You’re like the smartest guy here.”

“Y-you’re w-Welcome.” He said quietly, clearing his throat, looking away from her.

She looked at him, trying to get him to make eye contact with her. “Why won’t you look at me?” She asked with a small, innocently seductive smile on her face.

He gulped again and glanced at her thighs that showed from her skirt. “I- you uh… you’re really pretty.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Aw that’s sweet, Spence.” She smiled. “So, I make you nervous?” She asked, her fingers dancing on his knee. “That why you won’t look at me?”

Spencer bit his lip and nodded a little, glancing at her hand on his knee. He looked up and stared at the lazy smirk she held on her lips.

“You’re pretty too, did you know that?” She asked in a hushed tone. His eyes were still on her lips as he shook his head.

Her hand reached up and grabbed his chin, lifting his head so his eyes were on hers again. Her other hand was still sliding up his thigh. “Is this okay? I’ll stop if you want.”

He shook his head, his heartbeat picking up. “I… I don’t want you to stop.”

She smiled and leaned forward, kissing his lips softly as her hand slid over his crotch area. He tended and kissed her back shyly.

She pulled away from him and stared at his red face. “You’re a good kisser.” She nodded, taking her hand off of his face. “You ever kissed anybody before now?”

He nodded. “A… long time ago.” He nodded.

Y/N jutted her bottom lip. “Has anybody ever…touched you?” She asked.

Spencer shrugged. “Touched me?”

She smiled at him. “You know… made you feel real good.” He shook his head now understanding what she was talking about. “Why don’t we take a study break, huh?”

He bit his lip and nodded.

“I can make you feel real good if you want.” She asked, her shoulders raising a little as she leaned forward to kiss his neck. He bit his lip and glanced around.

They were in the back part of the library, a place where no one really went.

He nodded again as Y/N’s lips kissed his neck. “Tell me you want me to make you feel good, Spence.” She whispered, gently biting his ear.

“I w-want you make me feel good, Y/N.” He shuddered as her teeth grazed the skin on his neck.

She sat back in her chair and slowly lifted one foot up, setting it on the empty space on Spencer’s chair. Her skirt rode up, almost completely showing her panties and Spencer diverted his eyes.

“Oh, Spence. You can look if you’d like.” She nodded, scooting closer to him, her knee bending causing more of the skirt to flip up.

He gulped as he looked down at her shiny smooth legs before trailing up to her white panties.

She leaned forward again to press her lips against his as her fingers played with the zipper on his slacks. “I’ve never met a boy who dresses as nicely as you, Spencer.” She whispered in between kisses. “Never met a boy who looks so cute in glasses either.” She smirked against his mouth.

She finally pulled the zipper down and Spencer’s body froze a little. “You gotta be quiet for me, Spence. We are in a library after all.”

She kissed him again as she reached into his pants and palmed him lightly. His chest rose and fell faster and his breaths were beginning to turn audible.

Y/N felt his already hard length under her hand. She bit Spencer’s lip before sliding her tongue into his mouth. She hummed at the tease of his minty fresh and pulled away still palming him through his underwear.

“You need more baby?” She asked, seeing his mouth fall open a bit. He nodded. “You give and you get.” She told him, grabbing his hand and guiding it underneath her skirt. “Do you know what I want you to do?” She asked.

Spencer shook his head. He truly didn’t know what he was supposed to do. He didn’t even think he comprehended the words correctly because he was too distracted by the fact that he was touching her and she was wet.

“I want you to move rub me. Make me feel good.” She breathed kissing him slowly. Spencer’s hesitantly began to rub hr clit over her panties, afraid he would do it wrong. Her hand moved a little faster against his hard on. “Is it okay if I touch you under the boxers?” She asked, kissing his jaw.

“Y-yes.” He whispered. “And c-can I… t-touch you under your Um… panties?” He asked shyly. He was close just thinking about how good her pretty hand would look wrapped around his cock.

“Of course you can, baby.” She smiled. Her hand dipped below his waistband and she took his cock out. He hissed and shakily moved her underwear to the side.

His cold fingers made contact with her clit and she let out a moan, stifled by his shoulder. She bit down on it and started to moved her hand up and down around his dick. “You have the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen.” She nodded.

Spencer squeezed his eyes shut and kept his lips clamped shut as he felt her hand move faster. His fingers circled her clit a little faster and she moaned, lifting her head off of his shoulder and looking at him. “You can put them in if you want to, baby. I would love to feel your fingers.”

“I- i don’t know how.” He said, a little embarrassed but quickly letting the feeling was away as her thumb ran over the tip of his cock, spreading.

“It’s really easy.” She nodded, kissing him. “All you gotta do is push them in and out. It feels really good.” She smiled. She used her other hand that wasn’t pumping his dick to bend three of his fingers down, leaving the pointer and middle out. Her mouth dropped open as she guided them down to her entrance.

“Go ahead, baby. Put your fingers in me.” She instructed.

She gasped quite loudly when he did as she told him to. “L-like this?”

“Yeah, baby just like that, fuck—“

He started to thrust them in and out as her hand moved faster around his length. He bit his lip trying to hold in his loud moans.

“You’re doing so good for me.” She moaned quietly. “Fuck, baby you’re a natural.” She kissed his lips. “You’re gonna make me come,” She smiled as her hand worked faster.

“M-me too. I’m gonna c—“ He was cut off when she gasped and he couldn’t control it anymore. He came all over her hand just as she came all over his.

She looks up at him and then down at his dick. “You’re so sexy, Spence.” She smiled.

“I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to I just couldn’t h-hold it—“ She interrupted him by pulling his fingers out of her and putting them in her mouth, sucking her juices off of them. He tilted his head and his mouth dropped open again.

“What, you want a taste?”

He hummed and nodded.

“You’re gonna have to wait for next time.”

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I—

Baby Spencer is such a sub. Like bro whimpers, bro begs—

Anyway! Thanks for the request!! I love ya to the moon and back!!

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The Babysitter (1)

Meeting The Maximoffs

Wanda Maximoff X Reader

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

The Babysitter Master list | General Master List

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

Meeting The Maximoffs

The sound of the bell rang around the room, Professor Stark in front of the first row, reminding everyone in the class to have completed the assignment by Monday before returning to his desk, fingers moving to type away at his keyboard, presumably writing an email about the assignment as people were flooding out of the door, his words falling on deaf ears. You made a mental note to complete the task before grabbing your backpack from the ground, quickly placing all your books and notes away before hurriedly leaving the room and the college campus.

The sound of directions filled your earphones as you looked down at your phone, the screen displaying a map with a blue line to lead you towards your destination of the house you were going to be babysitting at. Your gaze flickered between the screen and your surroundings as you stepped off the bus after thanking the driver, your mouth parting when you turned the corner your phone told you to. The street of houses here had you looking at them in awe, the area clearly wealthy judging by the houses that you felt should be referred to more as mansions.

Your feet carried you to the intended house, your hands nervously putting your phone away and fixing your outfit a little before ringing the bell of the large house. While waiting for someone to answer, your fingers fidgeted with one another as you were unsure of what to do.

Soon, the door swung open to reveal a tall blonde man with striking blue eyes dressed in professional attire, a soft smile that was definitely not genuine covering his face as he offered his hand out to you.

"You must be Y/n," you took his hand, shaking it briefly and trying not to grimace at his firm grip while nodding at his words.

"Yes, that's me sir," you say, noticing how he appreciated the formality, "You must be Mr Jarvis?" He nodded his head and moved to let you into the house, you follow behind him while your eyes scanned the hallway.

A smile took over your face at the sight of a photo of two young boys, both grinning ear to ear in the photo as they were dressed up in Halloween costumes, one in a sky-blue jumper with silver lightning bolts running across it, the other in a navy jumper and red cape flowing behind him. Your eyes flickered over to another photo this time of the two boys and a woman but before you could look any more at it you heard your name being called from another room.

"So," Mr Jarvis started, "I'm not sure how much you have discussed with my wife over the phone, so I'm going to cut to the chase and make sure we're both happy with everything." You sat opposite the man, listening attentively to what he was saying, a little shocked by his forwardness though. "You are to look after the twins, make sure they do any schoolwork, keep them entertained and feed them," the way he was speaking made you think it was something rehearsed, something he didn't actually care about but had to make sure was done, "Be in bed by nine if neither of us are home and that's pretty much it. It will most likely be Monday to Friday as my wife and I both work, and you will need to be on time as my work only lets me out to pick the boys up from school to bring them home. We'll pay you in cash afterwards."

"What time will I need to be here for you to go back to work?" you ask, praying that it fits with your class schedule.

"By four at the latest," he looks down at his watch, noting the time and standing to grab his suit jacket that was draped over the sofa. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work," your eyes widen at his words and follow after him.

"Wait, I'm starting now?" you practically blurt out, your nerves doubling every second he continues to get ready to leave the house.

"Yes," he answers shortly before walking to the bottom of the stairs and calling the twins down, "Tommy, Billy, come down here." The sounds of feet running down the stairs fill your ears as you see the two boys from the photo come into sight. "This is Y/n, your new babysitter so listen to her and behave," he ruffles both of their hair, one of them seeming to not like the action, before turning back to you. "Any issues, call or message Wanda," with that said he makes his way out of the house, the sound of the door shutting echoing inside your head.

At least you were good with kids... right?

With a nervous expression, you look at the boys who have smiles on their faces, pure excitement emitting from one of them, the other clearly more timid than his brother. You crouch down and give him a comforting smile, tilting your head to the side as you smile at the other.

"I'm Y/n," you offer the more confident brother your hand, his smaller one taking a hold of yours and shaking it a little too enthusiastically making you laugh.

"I'm Tommy," he says, teeth showing as he seems to like the idea of having a new babysitter. "This is my brother Billy," you give a soft smile to Billy who gives a small one back.

"Well, how about we have some fun now we've got the house to ourselves," your tone is playful, both of their eyes lighting up at your words.

"Can we be ninjas?" Tommy rushes out, your eyes widening once again. His brother laughs at your shocked and equally confused reaction.

"I..uh.. Sure, we can be ninjas if we want to," you chuckle out, "But after we play, we have to do our schoolwork." They both groan a little, but you raise your eyebrows at them, making them giggle at the fake serious look you were giving them.

An hour ago, if someone told you that you were about to play ninjas with two nine-year-olds you would have simply laughed in their face, now look at you. "Do you want to be a ninja too Billy? Or do you want to be someone else?" His face lights up at your question, your heart melting a little at his shyer nature.

"I can be something else?" He looks to his brother who is already doing karate moves in the air, your gaze following his and mouth tugging up into a smile. You nod at him and wait for him to think of something he wants to be. "Can I be an astronaut?"

"Of course you can," your tone is cheery, and you stand upright, mirroring the position Tommy was in. "So, we have a ninja and an astronaut, what's the first plan of action for tonight?"

"We have to sneak into the living room and defeat the bad guys!" Tommy exclaims, taking his role seriously and crouching down, slowly creeping towards the room. You copy him, watching as Billy also mirrors the action, and gradually make your way into the living room. You have to hold back your laughter when Tommy and Billy both check the corners of the other doors in the house before they leap into the living room. Billy doesn't fight as many bad guys as Tommy, the latter slicing his palm through the air and punching imaginary figures. "We did it!" he cheers, face beaming up at you as he goes to high five you.

"We did," Tommy looks proud of himself while you turn to his brother, "Now, I think it's time for a mini trip to space for our little astronaut over here."

Moving to the middle of the room, the boys either side of you, you bring your hand up to your mouth in the shape of a radio. "Pshhht, this is your captain speaking," chuckles fill the room with the voice you put on as well as the awful static noises you try to make. "Are we Psshhhht," another set of laughter, "Are we ready for take-off?"

"This is astronaut Billy saying he's ready," he says, eyes full of joy while he looks up at you. Tommy also says he's ready and you put your captain's voice again.

"Taking off in 10...9...8...7," the twins joining in with the countdown.

"6...5...4...3...2...1!" At the end of the countdown, you lift Billy off the ground, swaying your body around with him earning a squeal of surprise and excitement. You place him down after a little more flying through space, his brother pretending to steer the spaceship.

"And that concludes our space mission," they both pout a little, trying to make you guilty for ending the fun so soon.

"But we never flew back to earth," Tommy counters, you just shaking your head at them.

"If we all do our schoolwork then maybe we can fly to another planet then back to earth," you reason, the twins practically sprinting to go and get their homework. You sit with them at the table, pulling out your own work to do while they start theirs.

You want to say many, many things about the work Mr Stark gave you to do but refrain from saying them due to two little people sitting near you. Your pen scribbles word after word for your assignment, your gaze occasionally flickering over to the others to make sure they are doing their work and understand it.

"Y/n?" you hear Tommy say, "Can you help me with my maths question?"

"Of course I can," you move your chair so it's next to his, your eyes searching the paper for the question. You notice he's doing fractions and wish your work was like these fraction questions instead of an entire essay on science theories. After a few minutes of explaining, a flash of realisation and understanding washes over his face while he tries another question on his own.

The sound of the door opening catches your attention, your eyes checking your watch to see that it's just gone half five. You wait at the table with the boys who haven't seemed to notice someone's home until she walks in.

Your mouth parts slightly at the sight of the woman, no, the goddess that just walked into the room. A smile that could brighten any room, mesmerising green eyes that practically enchant you and auburn locks cascading down her back with a few framing her face adorns her perfect figure, your mind lost for words at the beauty of this woman. The boys rush over to her, hugging her and letting her lean down to press a small kiss to their foreheads before turning all of her attention to you. The expectant look on her face suggests she asked you a question, making you flush at the intensity of her gaze.

"Uh... pardon?" you say, embarrassed from being too captivated by her to listen. She simply smiles at you, nose scrunching at your nervous state.

"I said 'You must be Y/n, the new babysitter," there's a slight teasing in her tone as she repeats, "It's lovely to finally meet you face to face."

"You too, Mrs Jarvis," you awkwardly say, Tommy and Billy going off to watch Tv as they claim to have finished their work.

"I actually go by Miss Maximoff," she corrects politely, "And no need for formalities, call me Wanda, dear." The way her words have a slight accent to them has your face flushing even more, especially at the term of endearment. "I hope they behaved for you," she says, her head looking over her shoulder at her boys sitting on the sofa, engrossed with the cartoon currently playing.

"They were perfect for me Miss Ma-" Her eyes look over at you, eyebrow raised, "Uh Wanda." Your flustered state must have amused her as she let out an angelic laugh, your mind desperately wishing to hear that sound again. Your gaze travelled to the twins, your mind replaying the surprisingly fun afternoon you had. Stuck in the memory, you don't notice the way Wanda looks at you, an undecipherable glint in her eyes before her words break you out of your thoughts.

"Well thank you for taking such good care of them and somehow managing to get them to do their work," she jokes out, before reaching into her purse to find some cash to pay you. She offers you £50 and your eyes widen at how much she's giving you.

"That's way too much Wanda," you say in disbelief, you would have been happy with £10 never mind fifty. "I only looked after them for two hours," she shakes her head at you dismissively and takes a hold of your hands, placing the money there. You're too busy trying not to panic at the feeling of her hands on yours to stop her from pulling away.

"I can already tell they love you, so please take it," her eyes hopeful that you won't try and refuse once again. "Consider it a starting bonus," she argues, and you open your mouth in protest but close it almost immediately after as you can't think of anything to say to make her change her mind.

"Thank you," you say, looking up with an extremely grateful expression, "This really means a lot to me." You see the questioning look in her eyes and avert your gaze to your watch to see the time. "Um, I'll be going now if that's ok?" you move to the table to pack your books away, trying your hardest to ignore the feeling of her eyes on you.

"Yes, that's fine dear," when you turn you see a soft expression on her face and silently thank her for not pressing any further. "Billy, Tommy, say goodbye to Y/n," she calls, and the boys come rushing towards you with wide eyes.

"But we still have to go to another planet," Billy says, Tommy nodding his head along to what his brother says.

"And we need to get back to earth," Tommy adds, your heart clenching at the worried expressions on their faces. You look over to Wanda who just has a confused but entertained expression on her face. You move closer to them, Wanda even more intrigued by what was happening.

"Pshhht this is your captain speaking," they giggle at the static noise again, Wanda letting out a chuckle at your fake voice, your cheeks flushing as you look back at her. "Mission to Mars will happen on Monday, Pshhhht and mission back to Earth will happen afterwards," the worry washes from both of them at the promise of continuing the game before they rush over to hug your legs.

"Goodbye Y/n," they both say, then walking back to the sofa as you pull your backpack on and walk towards the door with Wanda close behind.

"Thank you once again for taking such good care of them," her voice is gentle as she holds the door open for you.

"It was honestly no problem, Wanda," you step out of the house, turning back to her before leaving properly, "They're amazing kids, you should be really proud of them." A small tint of pink covers her cheeks at your words

"Get home safely Y/n," her fingers brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "I'll see you Monday."

You watch as she shuts the door, a smile on her face, and start to walk down the drive, whispering a small 'See you on Monday' to yourself as your mind fills with thoughts of a certain woman.

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The journey begins...

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[eveningepiphany]

and they were roommates | H.S

summary: when harry and Y/N have gone from longtime best friends to roommates, the lines that have been slowly blurring since their teen years are beginning to disappear altogether.

warnings: smut, oral fem rec, PIV (unprotected), praise kink, kind of a size kink if you squint— and sexual mentions throughout!

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“Dude, why are you drinking out of my coffee cup again.” You groan, after opening the cupboard to find your favourite cup missing for what had to be the third time this week.

You and Harry have been living together for over half a year now, since he got back from touring with one direction and you started college.

It all happened relatively quickly, Harry wanted a place with someone— so it was never alone over the months he was touring— and you didn’t want to stay on campus with a heap of people you didn’t know.

So here you are, living in your 3 bedroom flat, with your best friend while studying to get the job of your dreams. It sounds ideal doesn’t it, till your flat mate starts stealing everything you own I suppose.

“M’sorry,” he laughs from the couch, not meaning it whatsoever.

“It’s just s’cute— reminds me of you with all the little hearts n’stuff on it.” He glances over his shoulder, a guilty smile on his face as he brings it up to his lips and swallows a mouthful of hot tea.

You grab his cup from the shelf, “We live together, there’s hundreds of things in this house that should remind you of me other than my mug.”

“It’s fine, I’ll use yours instead.” You know his favourite, the one Gemma and Anne got him for his 14th birthday, with their faces plastered all over it.

“Go ahead, doesn’t bother me at all.” He says smugly, stretched out on our couch, clad in grey sweats and a black tshirt.

You make yourself a tea, and plop down next to him— since it’s Sunday, you don’t have anything planned other than going to the campus library to study.

As if he read your mind he asks, “what’re the plans for today, sweet thing.”

Him and his bloody pet names.

He’s been doing it since you were in highschool, and he started calling you ‘baby’ as a joke because you said you thought it was a cheesy nickname, and it’s stuck around even years later. Now he has a full list of nicknames, equally as disgustingly lovey.

Yet, coming from his mouth and in his accent, they somehow evoke a blush on your cheeks everytime.

His girlfriends never liked the nickname thing— even though he toned it down a lot, if not completely. You rarely heard them, except maybe when you were alone, another thing that didn’t often happen when he was with someone.

The amount of girls who absolutely despised your existence back in highschool all because of your friendship with Harry.

Plenty of girls made up the most scandalous rumours possible to try and get Harry to hate you, fortunately it never worked.

In the end it never really mattered, his relationships never really lasted particularly long anyway. A lot of girls just couldn’t handle the fact he was so close with you, and to be honest you did understand.

“Not much sugar, just going to the library later to study.”

“Can I come?”

“Are you suggesting I sneak you into our student only library right now?” You say in mock surprise.

“Absolutely i am, and maybe then we can go out and get a bite to eat.”

“You’re just gonna be sitting there doing nothing for like probably 2 hours?” You shrug, unsure why he’d want to come in the first place.

“That’s s’alright, I would’ve just been doing that ‘round here anyway.”

“Alright, better not get me caught then.” You sigh.

“I’ll wear that really baggy college jumper you have, they’ll never know.” He laughs.

“Just another thing if mine you’re gonna start stealing, hm?”

“Oh, well now you’ve suggest that—“ He chuckles and you dig your elbow into his side.

“Ouch!” He yelps, as if it actually hurt that much, and he quickly reaches over to have some payback.

Knowing he’s probably gonna tickle you, you jump up, “Oh god— not with the tea, not with the tea!”

He smoothly slips the mug out of your grip and places it down on the table.

You panic, knowing how brutal his tickling is.

Your legs only get you so far across the room before he catches up, immediately prodding you in the waist— he knows that has you disarmed in seconds unfortunately.

He tugs you into his chest, fingers skating all over your body causing you to squirm.

You’re half laughing half crying as you fight against him, “oh my god— Harry, please—“

“You know I always give good payback, love.” He laughs as you’re both stumbling around in the lounge room.

You manage to knock him into the couch, practically sitting him down. His lips part and you’re left standing directly between his spread legs.

His brows shot up his face, a few brown curls falling over his eyes.

Of course he looks fucking gorgeous right now.

You find plenty of these little moments, where sometimes it takes more strength then it should to pull yourself away from him. Your head muddled with images— fantasies— of your lips on his.

You allow yourself to indulge just a little, letting your hand sweep the curls that have fallen over his eyes back. Pulling them hard enough to tip his eye line to you.

“Fuck you, asshole.” You say breathless, attempting to sound annoyed but you don’t think it would have scared a fly.

And with that, you move from the space between his legs and head back to your room.

Harry is left sitting there, also short of breath, with a tiny smile playing on his lips.

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About 2 hours later, you’re laying down on your bed, book in hand when the door to your room opens.

“Hey Satan.” You say, not looking up from your page.

“Hey Angel.” You can literally hear him smiling.

He walks into your walk-in-closet, and starts to flick through the racks.

“And what exactly are you doing.” Sighing, you put the book down.

He comes out, pulling your grey college hoodie over his head. It hardly looks baggy on him, compared to how it is on you.

“Getting ready t’go.”

“You’re uninvited.” You scoff, sounding deadpan, but he knows you don’t mean it.

“Awh, you mad at me hm?” He comes over, grabbing your hand to pull you up off the bed.

You don’t fight him as he tugs you up, nor do you agree or disagree.

“God you’re a bluff.” He laughs as he picks up your bag with his free hand.

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes, a smile cracking through.

He doesn’t drop your hand as this time you pull him out of your room to grab your keys.

The college campus is luckily only a 5 minute drive down the road, and it’s not long before you’re both walking in.

You scan your student key card to get into the library, and because it’s Sunday afternoon it’s pretty much dead.

There’s two people sitting over by the windows on their computers and that appears to be it.

Harry follows you down to the back of the library, where your favourite spot is, surrounded with shelves and has warm midday sun streaming through the skylight.

You sink into the leather couch, and start pulling stuff out of your bag.

Harry has ended up flipping through the books nearby, and you really take a moment to look at him in your hoodie.

A feeling swells in your chest, that he really wanted to spend his afternoon with you in a library, and how… cute he looks in your jumper.

You assume this is probably how guys feel when girls are wearing their overly baggy shirt and boxers or something.

But instead you can nearly see the bulge of his bicep outlined through the material.

He walks back over, slipping his phone out from his back pocket before he sitting down next to you.

“Thanks for sneaking me in.” He leans in to whisper in your ear.

“Your welcome.” You chuckle.

You open your laptop, beginning to file through notes, and he’s scrolling on his phone.

It’s a comfortable silence, something you’d never get sick of. Just being with one another.

His had slips over the back of the chair, fingers brushing your shoulder.

Heat zips up your spine for no good reason. You want to die a little, hating how you find yourself getting hot and bothered all because of his touch— and since you’ve moved in together it’s happening all the more often.

Like the times you end up cuddling on the couch, watching romcoms, and his hands would fall on the peak of your hip and the dip of your waist, pulling you into his chest. God his hands. Usually adorned with cold rings, at that time of night they’re bare and warm.

Or when you’ve fallen asleep on said couch with him, and woken up— somehow having slept all night without waking— in a tangle of limbs with him, feeling his morning wood poking into you. Him apologising profusely after waking up, even though it’s not the first time it’s happened.

However this isn’t an entirely new feeling. There were the few times as teenagers when you pushed the limits on your friendship. Usually drunk and sneaking back into one of your houses, and ending up against the wall or in bed, getting so close to kissing it physically made your body ache. Till someone laughed, or he tickled you.

That one time you were sitting on his lap at a party and you felt him harden beneath you, and you played into it a little, innocently wiggling your hips against him. And when he’d looked at you— eyes dark and filled with undeniable desire— you’d coyly asked him what was wrong, like as if you didn’t know exactly what the problem was. “Nothing.” He’d cleared his throat, scooting you down his leg with his hands. “Just uh, have t’go to the bathroom.”

You shake you head, physically— hoping to clear your thoughts— and his eyes snap to you.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, a light frown on his face.

You clear your throat, “just remembered I…”

His thumb is stroking your shoulder, really not helping you collect yourself. You clench your thighs together.

“Have a test tomorrow.” You finished slowly, and his eyes narrow for a second before nodding.

He doesn’t say anything as you aimlessly scroll through notes, pretending to focus when all you can feel is his fingers grazing along your shoulder.

45 minutes.

A fully excruciating 45 minutes you sit there, half attempting to focus on the notes as his fingers trace the length of your shoulder, and even ghost over the junction of your neck and upper back.

“I think I’m done.” You blurt, causing his gaze to snap to you and hand to still.

“Wanna get something to eat then?” He asks, a slight edge to his voice you can’t properly place.

“Maybe if we can just go home? I have a headache to be honest, I kinda just want to eat some ramen and crash on the couch.” You ramble, hoping he’s not annoyed you’re not going out for lunch— when In reality Harry would never care about something like that.

“‘Course beautiful.” He nods, a smirk flashing over his lips.

The drive home is just as painful for you, and you feel like you need to have a cold shower to get out of the headspace you’re in.

Because everything he’s doing is somehow being warped into completely non-platonic thoughts— plain filthy thoughts.

Like how he’s fiddling with his ring right now at the red light, slowly slipping his finger in and out of it.

Oh god.

As you get home, you are almost jumping out of the car.

Distance, you need distance— right now.

You leave your bag in the back, ready just to get inside.

You’re fumbling with your keys at the door, trying to find the house key amongst 20 others, and Harry is right behind you.

He reaches over, plucking up the gold key on the key ring, “this one.” His voice sounds gravely, almost sultry as it enters your ears and into your depraved and clearly aroused mind.

You unlock the door, toeing off your shoes, “You’ve really gotten yourself worked up, hm?”

He asks, and you freeze.

You don’t say a word as you stand just inside the doorway, he’s right behind you but you can’t trust that actually just came out of his mouth.

Because maybe you’re hearing things— maybe really horny people hear thi—

“Don’t think I haven’t seen how hard you’ve been clenching those pretty little thighs.”

“Wh…what?” You stutter out as he moves closer to you.

He’s in your space when you turn around, and your stepping back— only to be met with him stepping forward again.

This happens until your back hits the hallway wall, and his hands bracketing either side of your body.

His hands move to rest on your lower hips, gently enough that if you weren’t comfortable with it, you could slip them straight off.

“I’ve seen you like this before.” He states, eyes dark.

“How you get so zoned out, I’d kill to see what’s going inside that head of yours.”

“Harry…” Your hands are hardly an inch away from his chest, tingling to touch him.

You’re reminded— the second time today— of the time when you were teenagers, up against the wall of his bedroom.

“Fuck.” Harry sighed, breath hot against the side of your neck.

You’d somehow managed to sneak back into his house without waking his family, which is shocking considering the amount of drunken giggling coming from the both of you.

Or the stumbling up the stairs as he playfully swatted your ass behind you.

It was somewhat a wonder of how you ended up against the wall of his bedroom, hands all over eachother.

He was half-hard, you could feel him pressed into your side shamelessly as he ran his palms along your figure.

“Am I getting you all hard?” The alcohol in your system gave you confidence to ask outright with a laugh.

He chuckled back without an ounce worry, “Yea, honestly.”

“Didn’t know I did it for you like that.” You pushed your hands up his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his torso.

“Mm, I betcha don’t.” He licked a stripe up the shell of your ear and you let out a little humorous squeak.

“You’re so sensitive.” He started to tickle you and you squirmed under his grip.

That was the closest to kissing the two of you got that night, and although the tension was palpable, you somehow managed to resist it. Even though you both wanted to so bad it made you ache.

Scooping you up, he plopped you onto his bed, your dress riding up your thighs.

He chucked you one of his shirts and sweatpants for you to change into.

Nothing more happened, he got into bed with you after stripping down to his boxers and you rolled into his arms.

“Look cute in my clothes baby, as always.” He kissed your temple.

“Mm, you’re cute, H. Think you’re really sweet.” You slurred with sleep.

“Love when you call me baby.” You confess while you play with his hair.

“D’ya?” He smiled into your neck.

“Yea…”

“See, there you go again— what’s got you all distracted?” His calm question snapped you back to reality.

You slide your fingers down to his waist, still not sure what to say, head spinning at his close proximity.

“Or do I have to work it out for myself?” He slips his hand to your waistband, waiting again for a reply.

An uncalled for whimper slipped from your mouth, louder than you’d like to admit.

“Fuckin hell.” He groans, moving to graze his lips on your cheek, not doing anything without asking.

God they were soft. So fucking soft.

You kissed his cheekbone, and you both gently pecked around eachothers face, all but evading lips.

“Please kiss me, H.” You tugged on his hair.

He wasted no time sliding his lips over yours. The two of you savouring that first real kiss.

You both held it for a few moments, the years of tension melting into it. Too far gone to worry about the repercussions this could possibly have on your friendship.

At this point, you’ve crossed the line between your platonic friendship and not so small romantic feelings so long ago— perhaps without even releasing— that although it’s a new feeling, it almost feels natural.

Years of short pecks, and gentle, mostly chaste kisses— not to say you haven’t made out while blackout drunk i suppose— have made you both eager to experience a kiss like this for the first time.

It quickly went from a feather-soft kiss to one you could only deem hungry and exploratory.

The first real taste of his tongue was hooking, he swiped it along your bottom lip before taking it between his teeth and plucking it towards him.

The pop it made as he released it had you groaning into him.

Your hands— which had long since found their way into his curly hair— were tugging at the roots.

He pulled your legs up around his waist, and you could feel how hard he was through his jeans.

“You’re so hard—“ you moaned out, pushing your hips forward to grind against him.

“God, you feel s’fucking good. Bet you’re so wet right now.”

“Touch me, Harry, please touch me.”

He chuckled into your neck, “I am baby,”

“Gonna have to be a little more specific. Tell me what y’want.”

“Want you. Anything, anything you’ll give me.”

His mouth is back on yours before you can say more, and he’s carrying you down the hallway into his room.

He carefully sets you down on the edge of his of bed, dropping to his knees between your splayed legs.

“Can we take these off?” He clarifies as he grabs the top of your pants.

“Yes,” you sigh out and he slips them from your legs.

He tosses them aside before coming to solely focus on you.

You’re only in plain black panties, and you open your mouth to apologise for it,

“Sorry, didn’t really think I’d—“

“Don’t you dare apologise. This is bloody…” He leans to press a kiss on the inside of your knee before ghosting his hand over the fabric covering your core.

Moving forward he lays an open-mouthed kiss on top of where your clit is, and you moan out softly.

He could feel how damp the soft cotton of your underwear was beneath his lips, and he looks up to you.

“Can these come off too?” He asks, hooking his fingers around them, eager to get them off.

Another keen yes slips from your mouth, and he tugs them from your hips.

He’s quiet for a moment, as your lower half is laid on display to him. His eyes are flitting over every detail possible, taking in what has to be the only part of you he hasn’t seen in your years of friendship.

“You are phenomenal.” He says, his filthy praise has your head spinning.

“And so wet…” he licks his lips carefully, “all for me?”

You groan again at his words, hardly able to form a coherent sentence to answer such a question.

“Use y’words, darlin’.”

“Yes, Harry— just for you. All this just for you.” You whine, pushing your hips up into nothing, aching for any kind of friction.

He kisses everywhere, just under your belly button, the crease of your inner thigh— everywhere except for where you want him most.

“Harry, don’t tease me, just want your mouth on me.” You say outright, moaning at his finger that’s slipped up to your entrance, gently rubbing the outside of it.

“Want my mouth?” He smirks, his ego taking your begging personally.

He leans forward, jutting his tongue out to where his index finger was just circling. But instead of staying there, he drags it up, bringing your arousal to your clit.

You never imagined the first thing the two of you would do would be this. Him burying his face between your legs, licking into you like he was getting payed.

But fuck was it perfect. It felt like everything was clicking into place.

The way he’s lapping at your clit has you already fluttering around nothing.

“Taste s’fucking good. Like a dream.” He says into you, the vibration of his words causing you to arch into him.

“Thought about you like this so many times.”

Images of him touching himself to the thought of you flash to life in your brain. In his room, on this very bed. His warm hand wrapped around himself, uttering your name quietly with every soft tug he does. You wonder what else he thought about, if he was imagining your lips wrapped around him instead, or maybe being buried within you.

“Me too,” you admit, breathless.

“How good you’d taste— or how tight your little cunt would be around me.”

“Shit, Harry—“ you moan, his lips moving to suck on your clit, and his two fingers slipping into you.

He pulls his face back a fraction to look at the fingers he just pushed into you.

“And I was right. Aleady fuckin’ squeezing around my fingers like it’s too much hm? How’re y’gonna take m’cock?”

His perfect curly hair is being mused by your hands and you’re practically trying to tug his mouth back to your swollen clit.

“I’ll take it, I will.” You promise.

“Mm you will, that’s right. Good girl.” Your belly tightens and you know you’re not going to last long.

Harry knows it too, picking up the pace of his tongue and fingers.

“Keep talking,” you beg, not only enjoying the dirty words coming from his mouth, but the way they vibrate into you.

“Bit busy.” He states— and you can almost feel him smirk before his teeth ever so slightly graze over your pussy.

“Fuck.” Your cry, bucking your hips at the sensation of it.

He takes note, and does it again. Eliciting another just as loud moan from you.

“Harry, please—“ your head is begging to fog, every other thought dissipating, only mantras of his name paired with curse words seem to be left.

“Holy shit, Harry.” Your jaw is slack, legs splayed as wide as they can go.

He moans into as you clench around his fingers, and the words ‘good girl’ are muffled into you again.

“Im gonna come— I’m so close.”

He sucks on you with another moan almost as loud as your own— you can help but love how vocal he is—and it feels like it was vibrating your whole body.

With his fingers curling in you he pulls back just enough to draw in a deep breath, “come on darling, that’s it, come around m’tongue.”

“Wanna feel you clench around my fingers before you take m’cock.”

He flicks his tongue fast along your clit, moving it in sync with his fingers and it all comes crashing down.

Your thighs almost cage his head between your legs, and it proves the deep breath was not just for nothing, because there is no way he could breathe right now.

You’re moaning his name as you finish, grinding your cunt against his movements to ride out your high.

As your breathing begins to level out, he pulls his head away with an inhale, and you look to find his mouth glistening.

“That was so… so good.” You whispered to him, body gone completely deadweight on his mattress.

He’s smiling wide with his swollen pink lips, “took my mouth so well.”

You move to sit up, and it’s a true sight to see him on his knees like that.

You pull him by the back of his neck to your lips. No shame in where his mouth just was.

“Can you taste yourself?” He asks, hands going to cup the junction of your neck and jaw.

You hummed in agreement, and you start pulling at the hem of his shirt.

“Off, please?”

“‘Course.” He pulls it over his head, briefly breaking the kiss.

You stare at his chest, and your eyes dip to the symmetrical ferns that highlight his v-line— drawing special attention to the line of hair that starts under his bellybutton, and disappears into the black boxer briefs he’s wearing.

He’s watching your eyes trail along his body, quietly noting the clear effect it has on you.

You reach out a hand, gently brushing it down his abs. Locking your eyes with his, you gauge his reaction as you slide it further down, resting over the top of the hardness in his jeans.

Goosebumps prickle across his arms, and he looks at you with expression filled with pure lust.

“This ok?” You check.

“Yea…” he seems curious, almost unsure of what you plan on doing— yet that excites him all the more.

You brush along the fabric, and he audibly swallows.

A squeeze and he’s already bucking his hips up into your palm.

“Y/N—“ he moans.

“Look at you, I haven’t even touched your bare cock yet and I’ve gotten you all riled up.” You tease, taking a swing in the dark that he likes it as much as you do.

You pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, “stand up so we can take these off.”

He quickly lifts from his knees, hand going to the button of his jeans and slipping them down his legs.

Clad in only his black boxer briefs, you stroke your hand over the fabric again.

“Please, don’t tease me.” He echos your own words from earlier and you chuckle, hooking your hands into his underwear resting on his hips, and tug them down.

His cock springs towards his stomach, and you still completely.

Whatever post-orgasm confidence you’d gained has dissipated immediately.

You knew he’d be big, having felt him hard against you earlier and on those few other occasions. But seeing it in front of you right now has you lost for words.

“Don’t go all shy on me.” He practically pleads.

“Can’t touch me like that and then…” his sentence trails off unfinished, hand twitching near the base of his length.

You take him into your palm carefully. He’s heavy and warm in it.

He moans at the mere contact, and you start to stroke him, thumb swiping over his tip where precum has long since started to seep out.

He’s literally swaying on his feet, “H, sit down.”

You laugh a little as he sits as close as possible to you, connecting your lips when you start moving your hand again.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He whispers against your mouth.

You are careful not to push him too hard, but enough to really get him going.

“Feels s’good— y’bloody hands, could cum all over them.”

“Wanna fuck you first though, s’tha ok?” He asks, hands coming to rest by your hips.

“Yes,” You whine, “wanna make you come in me.”

“God you’ve got a dirty mouth.“ he starts to get up off the bed,

“You getting a condom?”

“Yea, unless you…” he stares at you a moment, cock twitching at the idea of taking you raw.

“I’m clean. If you’re using—“

“I’m on birth control… and I’m clean— haven’t been with anyone since my last test.” you say.

“You sure?” He asks a final time,

You nod, “I trust you.”

He wastes no time settling back next to you, pulling you into a rough kiss.

He slides you up his lap, taking your top off— which had been on for far too long.

He places a kiss on the top of both your breasts before unclipping your bra.

“Not a single flaw on your fuckin’ body.” He sighs, taking in the sight of your bare chest.

He pulls you forward a little more, so you’re chest to chest as he lines himself up with you.

You feel the hard head of his cock slide through your slit and press just into your entrance.

You’re both already panting and Harry looks at you, saying tenderly, “I’ll be careful.”

He’s somehow so hot and so sweet all at the same time. It’s hardly fair that he can be both.

His hands on your hips are lowering you down slowly, and he’s groaning at the feeling of you stretching to fit him.

It’s a bit of an effort to get to the base of him, but fuck once you do, you feel so full.

“Fuck… don’t— don’t move.” His head is spinning, you’re so tight around him that even the slightest movement could have him cumming into you.

It takes you both a moment to ground yourselves, “Sorry— god you’re just so fucking warm and tight… nearly came just getting in you.”

“Can move now, love.” He says, still sounding a little shaky.

You roll you hips gently, and the pleasure of it is overwhelming.

It kickstarts his movements, because after a few more pushes of your hips, he starts to thrust into you.

You’re already trembling, “Harry—”

“You’re a good girl, Y/N, keeping y’promises. Taking me so well.” His praise has you clenching around him.

It’s clear to him how much dirty talk and praise effects you, so he keeps it up.

“Feel good, hm? Like the feeling of my cock stretching you all out like this.”

“Yes!” You cried out, heart thundering in your chest.

“Lettin’ me fuck me so good…”

“Got such a nice little cunt, I want it all to myself now.”

“Have it, Harry— it’s all yours.”

“Sweetheart, you’re too good too me. Gonna make y’feel s’good.” He reaches his hand down to your clit.

He’s fucking your clit with fast circles that feel heavenly paired with the way he’s pushing his cock into you.

Your bouncing into his thrusts, and a heat blooms rapidly in the pit of your stomach.

“Harry! I’m so close, please.”

He moans, “fuck— your cunts clamped ‘round me so tight. Gonna come.

“Come in me, please.” You whined, the thought almost enough to tip you over the edge.

But what really does is the way he grunts “good girl” into your ear a final time.

You both cry out in sync, and it’s euphoric, pure bliss really.

You’re both breathing hard, still spasming and twitching as you feel the pleasure from your orgasms ease off. He slips gently out of you, and lays you into his chest.

“Thank you.” You whisper, feeling exhausted yet so grateful for him.

“Thank you.” He presses a kiss to your forehead.

Your eyes are closed and he stokes the small of your back, “Five more minutes, then we’ll go clean up and cook some ramen, hm? How’s that sound.”

You smile tiredly, “Sounds good.”

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A/N- this has been sitting in my drafts for ages— I’ve reread it that many times idek if it’s that good but decided to post it anywayyy <3 hope you enjoyed!

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stuck in the middle with you.

part seven of the no strings attached series by @lilystyles

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authors note the finale, welcome and enjoy! i hope you've liked this series as much as i have enjoyed writing it. i plan to do blurbs of these guys! at ur requests!! follow me to see new one-shots or series coming in future xxxx

brief description y/n is the maid of honour and harry is the best man, what happens when they are forced to share a room? do they reconcile their issues or are they too far gone.

warnings! swearing, sexual themes, alcohol abuse, and ANGST. (10.6k words)

inexperienced!reader x fwb!harry

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That night felt like a long time ago now. The memory had a hazy glow of golden light filling it in Y/n’s mind it felt so far away from where she was now. It felt unreachable and dreamlike.

And yet funnily enough Y/n still replayed it in her mind most nights when she couldn’t sleep, it kept her up into the wee hours of the morning, and she wished she could understand. She just wished she understood it. But she still couldn’t, no matter how many times she replayed it she always came to the same conclusion; Harry wasn’t hers and he had never been. All those months really were just a bit of fun to him, a secret fling. She was sure most of his flings were secret, but then again maybe he just didn’t want anyone to know about her. When they weren’t talking and he was off being famous she saw countless paparazzi photos of him looking quite scandalous with many different men and women, and mentions of his new flings, and during university, he had a new person every week whom he’d come into her room to hide from while Y/n went out and made them guilt filled pancakes. Sometimes she’d bump into them around campus and they’d ask after Harry and she’d just give a shrug as if to say, what can you do?

Whenever she started to feel sombre about it all, and lonely without him, she reminded herself of the fact that he was so sick to his stomach embarrassed by the idea of people knowing about them, that he ended things with her just like that. With no consideration or gentleness which was so out of his character when it came to his friends. She had never seen him so callous with someone whom he claimed he was close to. Even if he saw her as just his friend, she didn’t ever take him as that kind of guy. Harry was not a careless person, if anything he cared too much. Thought over and over before speaking.

It had been a month nearly two since that weekend of absolute foggy chaos. Everything was different now. But she could still remember that morning he came to see her crystal clear though, and that memory was grey and bitter now. It was early, and Y/n though hungover had woken up with the sun. Unusual for her, but something other than the Tequila had her feeling nauseous and his name was Harry. She felt something gnawing in her tummy, and it was almost like she could sense something bad was coming. She just really hadn’t expected what did come.

Harry told her he would call her but he hadn’t, which worried her because he always called. He showed up with little warning, Y/n had already rolled herself up in her blanket on the couch planning to spend the day with her face in her toilet. But she heard a knocking at her door just as she’d turned the telly on.

She opened it and was met with Harry’s green eyes, the rims were red from a lack of sleep. His eyes were puffy and he looked about as terrible as she felt, she tried to assume it was just his hangover. His hair was wet and so was his jumper, it must’ve been raining, she hadn’t heard it. He’d been up all night stressed out over thinking while staring at the new series of photos of Y/n kissing his cheek and him looking at her with these love-filled eyes. Not to mention there were so many of his obsessive fans commenting and being hateful towards her, her looks, everything. To Harry she was perfect and he despised what they were saying. He could handle what people said about him, but now that it was Y/n he wanted to cry. He never wanted her to know or read any of the comments. He couldn’t bear it.

Y/n hadn’t checked her Instagram for a few days but if she looked she’d see millions of requests to her Instagram. She wasn’t much of a social media user other than the ones she used for contact with her family.

“Oh, hey.” She said softly, voice all scratchy she looked very ill.

He had this look on his face, and Y/n could tell he had bad news. But she didn’t expect him to say what he said. 

He made them both a cup of tea each and they sat down on her couch but something was shaky and aloof about him. The early morning news played in the background and Y/n felt her head throbbing hard against her skull as she tried hard to focus on him.

“I think it’s for the best if we just stop this.” He said quickly like ripping off a bandaid.

Y/n felt a lump form in her throat and it hurt to swallow.

She blinked. A beat passed and she felt like she couldn’t speak.

“Stop?” Was all she could say, it sounded weak and croaky.

“I-” He was almost speechless. He saw the glaze of tears spreading over her eyes and a wave of guilt spread underneath his skin like wildfire. But he did not back down and backtrack, he just waited for her response. 

He felt guilty, but he knew if they’d gotten even more serious, and he’d told her he loved her and finally told her how he felt that this cloud of trouble that came with being famous would follow her too.

She just nodded at him, biting her lip trying to hold back the tears. They’d risked it, and now they were suffering the consequences. How could they even be friends after something like this? It hadn’t been smart at all! She felt like a fucking idiot. This was her own fault. She should’ve known. Even though Harry is sensitive, even though he is kind, even though he acts like he is hers, she should have known that he did not want to settle down with her. Be with her. He’d had their whole lives to try it on with her, what made her think adding some sex was going to change that?! She felt ridiculous, this was so fucking cliche. She had become that girl. That stupid girl who believed she could change him.

Now she just wished she’d done nothing at all and stayed inexperienced and sad and alone. At least then she didn’t feel this painful weight in her chest like she couldn’t breathe. Like an elephant was sitting on her chest and she had a rock in her throat. She wanted to claw at the skin by her jugular rip it open and dig out the uncomfortable lump.

It hurt terribly to lose him that first time when they’d only been friends. How would she recover from this? It took her months to move on from that. She was a deeply sensitive person, who despite contrary beliefs noticed little things about people and picked up on things others didn’t. She wondered if it was because she had no experience with romantic love and only just these deep-rooted friendships. But it meant losing a friend felt like mourning. She didn’t know if her heart would handle this. She felt embarrassed that she cared so deeply.

But he wasn’t just a boy he was Harry. He was one of her oldest friends. He knew her, he really knew her, better than anyone else. And now she just had to forget him?

Suddenly those nights that were perfect had begun to tarnish with a bitter blackness that she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t talk, she felt like she’d been winded. 

Harry said nothing and watched her, waiting.

She stared at the hands in her lap and her eyes looked like they were a second away from spilling a tear. When his hand reached for hers, she acted like his touch had burned and only then did she look at him. He felt guilt crawl under his skin and he felt like vomiting as a sweat crept up his neck.

“Okay. I understand, it was never meant to be more than once anyway. You can go now, I don’t feel good. I don’t want you to catch this cold.” She said with a flat soft tone, fast like she had something better to do, and like this was very unimportant compared to her other to-do’s.

When he looked for the hurt in her eyes he was met with a harsh cold look he hadn’t expected or ever seen in her eyes.

“Okay, I’ll see you.” 

His hands itched to stroke her cheek but he refrained and instead got up put his coat on and left without another word. When the door shut and she heard his footsteps get quieter Y/n placed her hand on her heart and begged for her lungs to breathe, as a wetness landed on her cheeks and she fell to the floor trying to ground herself. Where had all the air gone? He hadn’t taken that with him too, had he?

He didn’t see her. She didn’t see him. In fact, they’d actively avoided each other since that day. Their friends knew now they’d been together (they had assumed but now knew for sure), the tabloids knew too, and the entire world knew they’d had a steamy fling. But none of them knew why things had ended, and neither did Y/n really. But she wasn’t going to question Harry, especially because that meant speaking to him. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to, not without crying or making a fool of herself.

She should’ve known that he had always been carefree when it came to sex and he wasn’t particularly tied down to one place or person he was free. A free spirit, which is probably what helped him be such a good lover, he was attentive and enjoyed making the other person feel good, Y/n was sure the men or women he’d slept with could agree he was good. She wondered if they felt like she did like he was falling in love too.

What made her think she could change him? Why did she let herself get tangled in him, now everything she did was embedded in the memories. It had been nearly six months since New Year's. 

It was Summer now, the cold had vanished and gone with it so had the person who kept her warm. When she met with Daisy to go to the dress fittings for bridesmaids dresses the last person the two girls expected to run into was Harry of all people. He was in one shop over looking for a gift for James and Daisy. Their wedding was in two weeks. He’d been pondering what to get them, they had the most important things already — love, happiness, and great clothes. What do you buy people who have everything they need? They were rich in things that mattered.

Daisy now knew everything that had happened because Y/n told her when she knocked down her door and found Y/n on the floor hidden in mountains of takeaway containers listening to Taylor Swift. She almost wanted to call Miss Taylor herself, after all, she’d written like two albums about Harry. Y/n thought that was rather understandable. He stayed stuck in her brain like honey to her fingers.

Daisy didn’t know what was wrong with Harry and didn’t understand what went wrong. They were perfect for each other, she’d thought so since primary school. She was trying hard to get them to speak, and resolve this. She hated it when they weren’t talking. It just didn’t feel right. She didn’t like it the first time when he got lost in the fame. It was weird seeing them not attached at the hip.

But still, she certainly hadn’t planned to bump into him with Y/n today, who had only just started to leave her flat a few weeks ago, she knew Y/n wasn’t ready. But they had no choice. Y/n had been the one to see him first, well, she unknowingly bumped into a passerby on the crowded street but when the skin against hers basically burnt she whipped her head at the feeling, a slight knowing tingled in her chest and she was met with the green eyes she saw at night, that tormented her daydreams and nightmares too.

Her eyes widened for a moment and Daisy spoke first which Y/n was pathetically thankful for. She thought she must’ve dreaming and in her worst nightmare. She dug her nails into her palm to see if she was awake.

When she felt a piercing pain she knew she was, and she wished the floor would open and swallow her whole never to be seen again.

“Haz? What are you doing here?” Daisy felt like she was interrupting something but knew Y/n needed her help. She was staring at him like he was a ghost, her skin had paled.

He smiled but it didn’t quite meet his eyes when he saw Y/n looking anywhere but at him. The gum on the floor seemed more interesting to her than her old friend Harry.

“Jus’ shopping.” He replied vaguely, as he gestured to the bags in his hands.

Daisy nodded. “Us too. Y/n needs her maid of honour dress, it’s super beautiful, we are on our way to pick it up.”

He smiled. “Oh, nice.”

He noticed the cup in Y/n’s hands. During the summer she loved Matcha it was her summer drink. She especially loved it from this little place around the corner, it was this hole-in-the-wall type of cafe called Lily’s. It’d been somewhere they’d go and study or get some snacks after a long day. It was a place from their years as roommates. When Y/n was particularly down during the summertime Harry would go and buy it for her and bring it home. It always cheered her up. One time this guy Mike stood her up on a date, and Harry bought her a matcha and walked her to her class. On the way they’d run into him walking with another girl and Harry threw his Iced Americano on him.

“Lily’s and shopping? Your favourite.” He said softly trying to laugh, and see her smile like normal, but when she looked at him, it looked like she was in pain. Then suddenly her face was blank. He didn’t know what she was feeling. She felt far from him and unreachable. He’d tried to call her phone but she’d never called back.

“Lily’s isn’t my favourite anymore. They changed their recipe.”

No, they hadn’t. She still loved it there, Y/n just wanted to make it obvious that he didn’t get to act like he knew her. Even though he did, he wasn’t allowed to. Not anymore.

Call her dramatic all you want. But being hurt by her oldest friend wasn’t something she could just brush underneath the carpet and pretend wasn’t there. And why did he have to be famous? If she’d finally forgotten about him for a while then she’d see him on telly, on her socials, on a fucking billboard, hear him on the radio. He was impossible to escape. He even invaded her dreams.

“Shame.”

She shrugged. “Guess I’ll just have to find a new place.”

Harry felt like that was targeted, and resisted the urge to clutch his chest.

There was a pause of the two of them staring at each other and then Harry looked at his watch. “I’ve gotta run. I’ll see you.”

Y/n felt a rush. I’ll see you.

She didn’t see him again until the rehearsal dinner a few weeks later during the peak of Summer heat. Daisy had decided to have her wedding in the countryside, it was beautiful. The hotel all the guests were staying in was this adorable Inn called The Butterfly. The venue was a gorgeous winery. It was perfect. Exactly what Daisy had wanted, cosy, homey, and small. But the winery itself was luxurious and decorated beautifully.

The wedding party was massive though. Full of family and friends. Y/n’s parents were there because they knew Daisy’s and James’ families quite well. Anne and Gemma too. Basically, all of Holmes Chapel was there. It felt like a fucking reunion, Y/n even saw her Kindergarten teacher Miss Prattley. Who happened to be Daisy’s second cousin.

The rehearsal dinner was at this swanky restaurant the winery owned not far from the Inn. It was booked out just for them. It had chandeliers and crisp white tables, crystal glasses for the drinks. Properly fancy, like that restaurant Harry took her to.

Y/n arrived early to the dinner with Penny by taxi. Penny was wearing a clean and elegant-looking suit, it was cream-coloured. Her hair was slicked back and she looked like she was from an eighties music video in the best way possible. She always had a clean, corporate look to her, Y/n said it was because she was a lawyer.

Y/n had gone for a more fitting look at the scenery and weather. She was in a floral sundress that she paired with soft pink heels and gold jewels. She looked beautiful as always. Gentle dewy makeup, and hair styled up. She looked simply adorable and soft.

When the two girls walked up the pebbled driveway they heard a crunch behind them, and there he was. He was in a billowy black button-up and deep brown dress pants. He had some of the buttons undone on his shirt exposing his tattoos, he looked fucking good. Y/n hated him for it. Penny smiled rushing to give him a hug and greeting. Harry had only just arrived today.

Penny rushed ahead of them both at the call of her name from someone (any excuse to get away from that she hated being in the middle). 

Harry and Y/n fell into step silently shoes crunching against the gravel, Y/n tried to slip. And though the tension was horrible, she still had a sense of comfort in Harry’s presence. She didn’t feel the need to talk or scream. He could surely tell by her cold and blunt mannerisms how she felt about the whole thing and how she felt about him. How could he not? He’d released a new album and she hadn’t said anything to him or even bothered to listen. Normally no matter how long it had been she always told him her favourite song and congratulated him. He’d received nothing from her that day.

Had she even listened? She had to know all the songs on that album were about her.

Y/n would like to once again say it wasn’t that he ended things with her, if he didn’t like her anymore that’s fine but it was so sudden. It's how he did it, and why? She was only left to conclude his reason was that he was embarrassed and that annoyed her. What was wrong with her? Was she not cool enough? Not famous enough? Not experienced enough? Not Kendell Jenner or a singer? She thought he liked that Y/n was from the past, but maybe he had changed too much and needed something new and shiny.

But seriously what was so wrong with her he had to run for the hills at the idea of anyone knowing he might’ve slightly liked her — or at the very least found her attractive. What was it? That’s what drove her crazy. 

Why? 

Why? 

WHY?

What drove her even crazier was that he wanted to go back to being old chums from Uni or home. She wasn’t his old friend anymore, she was just someone he had a lot of memories with now. They couldn’t revert back. Especially if he never tells her the truth. They’d have to be these horrible fake strangers.

“You look nice.” He said breaking the silence. The air was humid and thick outside.

And Y/n snapped her head in his direction as they began to walk inside the foyer, the heat had them both glistening in a light sheen of sweat. At least it was nice and cool inside, she found some relief from it. 

His comment was so outrageous to her that she said nothing at all.  

“So I’m getting the silent treatment?” She could feel his eyes on her cheek.

“Until I can think of a reason to talk with you, yeah.” She said clenching the purse in her hand and looking ahead at the room where everyone waiting inside.

“What does that mean?”

She turned her face and suddenly they were almost nose to nose, she hadn’t realised he was so close. “The only reason I’m here is for Daisy and James. My being here believe it or not isn’t to see you. Stop treating me like a hurt puppy. You don’t owe me your pathetic guilt. Just stop.”

He opened his mouth and shut it again.

“I’m not an ex-girlfriend but I’m not just Y/n either. Things are different now. Don’t treat it like something it isn’t. I don’t wish to be around you, and I’m here out of respect for our friends. I’m not going to make this nice weekend about us. Whatever the fuck this little thing is,” She said her hand pointing at the both of them.

He grabbed her arm and she didn’t pull away only looking at him defeated. “Why can’t we go back to the way we were before?” He said desperately.

She yanked her hand away and scoffed at that comment. “We made a mistake, and now we have to deal with it. What about that don’t you under—”

“Guys!!” Called James. “You coming?” He was dressed in blue his long brown hair brushed neater than normal.

Y/n turned and a faux smile returned to her face. “Yeah coming!”

Harry had never been on Y/n’s bad side before and he had to say it was much worse than he expected. He followed behind and Y/n held back from stomping her foot and throwing a tantrum when she saw she was seated beside Harry tonight, maid of honour and best man. For fucks sake.

The food was delicious, Y/n’s wine was great too and after a few, she was feeling more relaxed despite the intense presence to her left watching her the whole night. She started to laugh with others at the table, and when Anne came over to chat Y/n was kind and friendly. 

Clearly, Anne had no idea they were no longer speaking and still assumed they were together. “You two look so nice tonight.”

Y/n smiled. “Aww, thank you, Anne.”

“That is a nice necklace, Darling.” Said Anne looking at Harry’s neck. 

Y/n didn’t look until Harry said “Y/n got it for me, back in Uni.”

She whipped her head to look at his neck. There sat the pedant. She fought the urge to rip it off his neck. 

“Aren’t you just darling?” Said Anne with a smile getting up to go speak to someone, interrupting them. Y/n smiled as Anne stroked her cheek and when she left she relaxed back into her pout. Everyone was chatting to others and Y/n thought no one would notice if she slipped away for some fresh air. 

She walked outside clutching her purse and taking a seat on the concrete steps taking in a deep breath. She pulled out a secret cigarette one in case of emergencies and lit it. She knew it was silly, but she needed a distraction. The nicotine hit her throat and she shut her eyes. She needed a moment to herself.

And as she looked up at the clear night sky and tried to remember constellations she felt her heart rate slow and her skin unprickle. For a moment she felt relief but when she heard the door swing open and heard footsteps that were too familiar she knew she was going to have very little relief at all this weekend, her luck lately was apparently not there at all.

She continued smoking. 

“Can we talk? I don’t feel we finished our conversation earlier.”

Y/n shut her eyes. “There’s nothing to say, H.”

The nickname slipped from her mouth with little thought. She sounded so tired of it all, and Harry noticed by the way her shoulder slumped and her voice drawled out in a slower more rumbling sound.

“You seemed to have plenty ta’ say before. C’mon.”

She opened her eyes when she felt him sit down beside her, his thigh touched hers and she tried to ground herself. 

“I don’t have anything to say. I said it all.”

“You could explain why you’re ignoring me.”

She huffed out a scoff. “Are you joking?”

He caught her eye, and he finally saw some pain in them. Had the champagne gone to his head? He didn’t know why he was bringing it up. But seeing her again he couldn’t stay away. It was impossible, all the work he had done for months, the willpower he had, not to call her, text her, go around to her flat and get on his knees and beg for her to forgive him. That strength and discipline he’d had was flying right out the window the moment he was near her.

“Harry we messed up.”

He frowned hands rubbing against his knees. “Who says?”

“Me.” She turned to him throwing the finished cigarette on the floor and stomping on it. “I can’t even look at you right now, we ruined it. We should’ve- I should’ve known better than to be this stupid and reckless,”

“What was so reckless about it? We were just having fun and it came to a natural end.”

That one stung. It stung deep. So deep it burned. “I’m not like you! We both knew that. We both knew I’m not that kind of girl. I’m not carefree, I’m not sexy, I’m not casual, I’m not half in half out. You knew I wasn’t that girl, why did you make me believe I was?”

He didn’t know what that meant exactly. He didn’t know how to reply.

“I should’ve fucking known. You left me once and I should’ve known you’d do it again. I never know why. You must just get sick of me. A little warning would be nice but don’t worry this won’t happen again. You won’t have to hear from me again.”

“Y/n that’s not true and you know it.” He tried to argue but she was off on a tangent, and he wanted to hear what she said. He wanted to know how she felt. See if he could fix it.

“I’ll see you at these kinds of things and be polite, I’ll be nice to your mum, I’ll smile when you do well with another tour or album, but I won’t be with you. I won’t be something you can come back to when you’re bored of the models and singers and parties. I’ll be a real old friend, who isn’t in touch with you for a real reason. Maybe we will see each other at a Christmas party again, and I’ll smile and wave and we’ll both leave with our boring dates and that will be that, Harry.”

“Y/n, please do-”

“Oh, save it, Harry! you made a fool out of me! I feel fucking pathetic!” She was regretting her last wine, it made her lips loose and her words honest. She started to walk along the front terrace away from him. 

He followed grabbing her arm. “This isn’t the Y/n I know. This isn’t my Y/n.”

Y/n wanted to punch him, but the touch of his hand felt nice and familiar. 

She couldn’t believe he’d been the first boy she had fallen for. 

She couldn’t pinpoint a moment of when exactly she had, but upon reflection maybe it was on the monkey bars during primary school when Y/n lost her first tooth.

She’d fallen down off them after trying to skip to the third bar. Harry quickly jumped down and brushed the tanbark from her face and told her it was okay. He dug around looking for her tooth as she wailed about how she lost it and hugged her when she cried at her bloody hands. 

That night when she wrote to the tooth fairy she said, ‘My friend Harry found it for me so please be extra nice to him when he loses his first tooth he deserves even more money than I do.’ Her Mum still had the letter hidden in a drawer.

Or maybe it was during high school when she got her first period. It had been in the middle of P.E. and she’d leaked right through her skirt and it was obvious what had happened. Harry, who knew from his older sister Gemma, had been the one to go into the girl's bathroom after seeing her crying and talked to her as she refused to come out. He gave her his shorts and went to the school sick bay to find her some pads. 

Or maybe it was when she found Harry in her bed one night with red eyes cuddling her teddy bear, it was a weekend when her parents had left her alone, and Harry was stoned out of his mind speaking nonsense while reaching for her hand. He’d explained he needed a familiar face and that he found comfort in her room. She let him sleep there until the next morning.

Or maybe it was even when he flew her to Paris to see his show back in his One Direction days and they’d snuck champagne in a limo and he kissed her neck in a way that had her feeling so dizzy that she might fall.

Maybe her feelings had bloomed during the nights when he would ride to her house before the others, on his electric green-coloured bike, convincing her to sneak out with the rest of them and he’d bribe her with her favourite lollies and they’d all go sit on the roof of the school.

It could’ve been the night he scooped her into his arms at their school ball and danced with her until her feet gave out when her date had abandoned her.

She simply could not pinpoint when this had happened, but she thinks all along that she’d loved him, and been in love with him since that first day in mothers group when they were babies. 

She just never knew it had been this deeply until he left, again. It hurt everywhere. When she looked at this person in front of her it made no sense how he could be the boy who found her tooth, the boy who danced with her, the boy who kissed her, the boy who held her hand. How was this the same person? This man in front of her was not the person she’d thought.

“Well, the Harry I know would not have done this to me. I don’t understand you.”

“I just trying to pro-“

“Guys! Toast time!” Said Michael. Harry let go of her arm. 

Once again they were interrupted and Y/n wasn’t going to wait for another chance to escape. They went inside and Y/n flattened her hair which she was sure had fluffed up in the wind. Harry stayed close and began to whisper something which Y/n shushed and they walked into the room.

“Y/n! Speech!” Called Penny.

Y/n blushed under the attention. Grabbing her champagne, everyone tapped their glasses with their dessert spoon and soon all eyes were on her. She took a sip and began to think of what to say that wasn’t already in her Maid of Honour speech tomorrow.

“It has been an honour to know Daisy and James since preschool, it means I know all the juicy stuff! Like when he asked her to the school dance with an old boombox from his dad’s shed because Daisy explained she loved that film with John Cusack. In fact, it had actually been my idea, I was there holding him on my shoulders because he wanted to seem taller.” 

Everyone laughed and Y/n locked her eyes on the pair of them sitting together hand in hand.

“But in all seriousness, I have never met two people more perfect for each other. Daisy and James are like butter and bread. They make sense, they are solid, and they are unmovable. To you, it might be Sid and Nancy or Bonnie and Clyde or even Romeo and Juliet, but to me, it’s James and Daisy. They are love, they are what give me hope, and they are two of my very best friends. Congratulations, I am so thankful to be here to celebrate your love for each other. I love you both. Have a good night everyone!”

The night was smoother sailing from then on. It drew to around midnight, Daisy and James had both left earlier to go off and get a good night's sleep and Y/n was helping organise a bit of a cleanup of presents and other decorations she knew Daisy might want as mementos. 

She had thought everyone had left so when she heard the padding of shoes she was surprised and startled all at once. 

“Hi.” Harry slurred. “I know yeh’ don’t want to talk to me, but m’phone’s flat. Can I jus’ use yours ta’ call a taxi?”

Y/n had hired someone from the hotel to drive her back in twenty minutes and had already rung them up earlier to confirm it. “You can ride with me. The car will be here soon. Have some water.”

Even though she was boiling mad with him it didn’t matter, she would always help him. He listened curling up on the floor childishly and sipping some water. Y/n’s movements were slow and he could tell she was tired. 

They’d both made the journey today and had yet to see their rooms. Penny booked the rooms and organised everyone's roommates for the group, neither knew who they were with and hadn’t been to the Inn yet. When the car arrived Y/n realised how drunk Harry was and when he nearly slipped on the concrete steps she reached for him and instinctively he wrapped his arms around her shoulders as she helped him to the car.

She put him in first helping him flop into the spacey backseat and then joined him walking around the other side. As she opened the door his dark brown waves messily parted onto her seat, he was strewn out like a sunbaking lizard. She tried to make him sit up but he whined. His head shifted until it was on her thigh and she’d gotten in all the way. He stopped whining after that and let his head rest there on the silky material of her dress.

“M’ sorry.” He whispered. 

Y/n pretended she didn’t hear him, but let him rest his head. Drunk Harry was stubborn. They arrived quickly so she was thankful for it being close by she was losing her mind, as she helped him inside and walked to the front desk she asked who was under each room. Antsy to get him dropped off and finally have a chance for a moment to herself.

“Last names please?” Asked the lady at the front desk, she looked young, like a teenager, with very little interest in her job. She had a book flipped open on the desk that she had been reading when they came in.

“Styles and L/n.”

She handed them a key. “17.”

Y/n frowned. “Sorry?”

“You two are in the suite upstairs, 17.”

She was going to kill Penny. She huffed a sigh, thanking the girl before she grabbed a firmer hold of Harry’s waist. Her fingers accidentally brushed the bare skin of his hip and the only feeling she felt was regret. Why did they ruin everything? Even if the sex was great, she’d wished she’d never done it. It physically hurt her to be near him. She felt a bruising weight in her chest that ached deeply and burned her throat.

As she helped Harry up the steps she was thankful both of their bags were already in the rooms having been dropped off earlier. She opened the door with the key while balancing Harry against her, and as she slipped inside she thought it looked nice for the next two days and definitely worth the fee they were asking. The room had a balcony that overlooked the little river and garden outside, a nice luxurious ensuite. But overall it looked cosy, with a fireplace which would’ve been nice in winter, no air-con though, and…one bed.

Well fuck, she’d have to call housekeeping tomorrow and ask for them to put two beds in. 

Harry was too drunk to notice right away until Y/n placed him on the bed and helped him get his shoes off. 

“Didn’t know.” He tried to explain big hands resting on thighs, and despite it all, she remembered them on her body.

Y/n sighed and turned when he began to strip himself of his clothes. She grabbed one of the pillows off the bed and moved over to the small couch in front of the TV, she doubted she would be able to sleep. It was stinking hot, and she hadn’t slept much lately. Not to mention she would hardly be able to with him right there.

“Where are y’goin’?” He asked as she began to make a bed on the tiny couch.

Y/n didn’t look at him as she did so. “Couch.”

“Y/n we can share a bed. Don’t be silly.”

Y/n was tired and tipsy and her back hurt from the long train journey here. “Fine.”

It wasn’t like they hadn’t before and she would deal with all of this tomorrow. Anyway, would she rather not sleep on a couch or a comfy-looking bed? She knew her answer.

Harry had chosen to sleep naked, it was very warm in the room, and he curled up on the left side facing the bathroom. Y/n grabbed some small silky pyjamas from her suitcase. It was a thin singlet and shorts that would help her feel as naked as possible in this heat. She walked to the bathroom past Harry and began to wash her face with some cool water and combed her hair smoothing out any tangles, as she opened the door she decided she would plait it back so it didn’t stick to her skin.

Harry’s eyes were shut but she couldn’t tell if he was actually asleep or not. His breathing had slowed to a normal tempo and as she slid into the other side beside him the rumble of his voice startled her. 

“Cute pjs.”

She let out a huffed sigh and slapped her arms against the cool duvet. “Shut up.”

Y/n willed herself to sleep, counting until she got bored, and tried to do some deep breathing, but nothing was working the heat was too much. She felt like she’d been tossing and turning for centuries. Eventually, she kicked the duvet off and sat up, checking the alarm clock beside the bed. It was nearly three. Harry was fast asleep. She got up and walked onto the balcony, sitting down in one of the chairs they had out there as she let the evening breeze hit her. Though it was hot it was cooler outside. She supposed it didn’t help that Harry was like a fucking heater. He ran so hot and even without his arms wrapped around her he still radiated heat like the sun.

She knuckled her eyes pulling her knees up to her chest, resting her chin as she yawned; sleep felt close and far all at once. The breeze made her shut her eyes and she enjoyed the peaceful noise of frogs in the river, and crickets chirping, and let her thoughts melt away. When she opened her eyes she didn’t know if time had passed or not, and did not remember falling asleep.

She wondered what had woken her up, it wasn’t the sun, though the sun did not seem far from her. The sky was at that stage where it was a lighter blue than night, it was just a few minutes before the sun was going to bleed colours into the sky.

It wasn’t an alarm, it wasn’t day yet, and the wind was still gentle and cooling. 

“Wha’ are y’doin’ out here?” When her eyes finally focussed she realised it was Harry who had woken her up. His hand was pressed to her shoulder, and his face looked puffy and confused.

Y/n was too half asleep to get the words out of her mouth. 

“Just come inside.” He grabbed at her wrist pulling her up into his chest. He was still a bit drunk but his skin had begun to pale in sobriety and a deep sadness filled his face that Y/n wondered if was related to her, she hoped he hurt a little bit like she did.

His hand hovered over her waist and pushed her to the bed.

When they began to settle into bed, Y/n felt her limbs sinking into the soft mattress. Harry had turned the fan on higher and they both lay on their backs staring at the white ceiling. Her eyes were shutting on her.

“Can I hold you?” He whispered and she felt like it could’ve been her imagination.

Until he cut himself off he shifted back to look at the roof. “Sorry.”

Y/n didn’t know if it was because she didn’t get closure, because she missed him, or because she was sad, or simply because she slept better with him there, or even because she’d had a few too many but she rolled over and pressed her back into his chest.

“One last time.” She said before shutting her eyes. His arms wrapped around her tightly like he was worried she’d run away like earlier. His fingers danced patterns along her skin and Y/n fell asleep quickly, Harry did too. 

The next morning Harry’s warmth had disappeared and the room was empty. There was no water running he had disappeared and somehow managed to make the bed with her still in it.

Y/n didn’t know whether to be grateful or sad that he had left. She rolled over to the bedside table and saw the time was a few minutes to nine. She sat up scratching her hair and stood up walking to the bathroom she washed her face, put on some moisturiser and sunscreen and slipped into a pair of comfy loose pants and a singlet. She slid into the first pair of shoes she saw and walked off to hunt for some food, mainly just a coffee and something for her throbbing head. She needed an aspirin, now.

The Inn was so quaint it felt like she was in a weird family of hundreds of strangers, it felt like a home, not a hotel. She could smell bacon and followed the scent like a dog in a cartoon. She got herself a plate and a coffee and pinched a muffin too and decided she’d go sit outside. The sun always helped her hangovers.

She opened the door and stepped out onto the porch that wrapped around the whole house full of comfy chairs, rocking ones, swinging ones, padded ones, and benches. She walked down to the edge saw a little padded seat and sat herself down. She enjoyed breakfast, slowly biting and digesting, the wedding was tonight. Starting in the late afternoon. Y/n had a while to prepare herself. She needed to get a lot of things done considering she was the maid of honour.

She needed to make sure both her dress and Daisy’s were ready before tonight. Daisy’s dress was this vintage seventies flowing gown like something Stevie Nicks would wear, they found it in this dead lady's things that were being auctioned off. Y/n originally went because she always found good furniture at those kind of things and was in need of a new coffee table. Daisy just happened to have a free Sunday morning, and by luck they'd found the wedding dress. This lady was cool, with great taste in clothes and coffee tables. Y/n found a panther with a glass table top for her living room. She loved her new edition, it was as eccentric as she'd wanted.

Y/n’s dress was this paled yellow dress, seventies style too. All soft and layered. A floral wrap and some baby pink heels. She was going to do her hair in big rollers and put on some blue eye shadow. She’d found the dress in a vintage shop in Soho and just had to get it. It had this gorgeous white lace trimming and it was the perfect fit for her. How could she pass it up?

When she was up to the final dregs of her coffee she felt someone sit down beside her. 

“Sorry about last night.” That was all he said softly looking down at his feet.

She looked up from her legs. “Yeah, champagne.” She said, shrugging. As if to say 'What can you do?'.

He was in a running getup. He looked sombre at her, hands resting on his thighs hoping they could talk. But Y/n didn't seem interested in talking to him. He wished things could be different. He wanted to say that to her, explain. But without any alcohol or courage, he couldn't find the words.

“Gotta’ run.” She said before he could say anything else and all he could do was watch her retreat away. He let out a big sigh and stood up heading off to find James.

Later that afternoon Y/n saw Harry again. This time he was in a blue suit and they were walking down the aisle together. Their arms were interlocked and Y/n was holding a bouquet of lavender and baby's breath, they both said nothing just walked plastering smiles on their faces for everyone seated watching. Having him close to her again was intoxicating, he smelt all woodsy, and of fresh mint, tobacco, and burnt vanilla. He smelt like Harry, and she'd missed him. She tried not to pay attention to him and just be civil. They moved to their separate sides at the alter faced each other, eyes meeting for a moment.

Y/n honestly looked gorgeous. Like a painting that belonged in a museum.

James looked great too. He was in a white button-down and black flared slacks. His long hair was down in waves and his moustache was neater than usual, he looked excited. His energy rubbed off on everyone else and everyone was getting antsy to celebrate.

Y/n smiled across at James excitedly. Harry was patting his shoulder and the pair of them were giggling about something and it reminded Y/n of assembly during school. Those two always got them all in trouble for chatting during school, devils. When the piano began everyone silenced, it was a cover of 'Dreams' by Fleetwood Mac on the piano. Daisy's Uncle Jay was very talented on the piano and was playing it happily.

The venue was perfect all beautiful flowers and candles lit everywhere, and Daisy’s looked so so so beautiful. She looked so breathtaking that Y/n felt her eyes well up as she watched her best friend walk down the aisle. Daisy’s father Joe was walking alongside her. She was so happy for them.

As the ceremony began no one could keep their eyes off Daisy’s radiance and her dazzling smile.

James' voice was soft and broke as he cried happily. “I have loved you since before I could understand the concept. Thank you for being beautiful, funny, and just my gorgeous girl. I can’t wait to be with you for the rest of my life Daisy, and grow old with you. I am so lucky you want to be my wife."

Harry found his eyes wandering over to Y/n as James' words echoed through the hall. This whole celebration of love was making him awfully upset that he wasn’t with the person he loved today. He wasn’t able to hold her, kiss her, make love to her, make her laugh, make her mad, he wasn’t able to be by her side and pester her with his tickles and teasing. He’d missed Y/n so much, he’d tried getting in touch but knew it would all be a waste she didn't want to talk to him. 

He’d written a whole album about her for Christ's sake, he pined after and missed her more than he thought possible. Of course, he loved her there was no question about it. Selfishly he wanted her back, even if it meant they wouldn’t have privacy with the public. He’d loved her even last night when she’d been so rude and short with him. He wanted to scream it out. I LOVE YOU.

But when their eyes met and she looked at him like he was glass, right through him, he felt invisible and he found himself frowning and trying to focus back on the ceremony. She would never forgive him, would she?

The dinner and reception were hands down the best part of the evening. They’d popped champagne as the sun set and all the group began dancing together joyfully, enjoying mountains upon mountains of delicious food. It was like a Christmas dinner table fit for kings. Chickens, turkeys, fish, salads, lots of crispy potatoes, mashed ones, sweet treats, breads, everything your heart could desire. 

Daisy and James were so happy, giggling together and kissing sloppily as they cut the massive chocolate-layered cake. They stayed together the whole night, holding each other close and chatting away to everyone invited. 

Everyone was dancing and singing together on the dance floor. Y/n was spinning around laughing with Penny and Finn, and her Mum too. She was happy, it was the perfect celebration. Harry kept bumping into old friends, family, and everyone it felt like a reunion and being back to when he was a young teenager at his mum's New Year's parties. He danced too and had quite a few tequilas.

The night was completely wonderful. Full of fun and such a cosy wedding. 

It reminded him an awful lot of the first wedding he ever went to. His Mum's. 

Anne and Robin had announced their engagement a few months prior. It was a beautiful day then too, the second of June, he was nineteen at the time and Y/n was his date to the wedding. They’d come home from Uni for Summer break for a few weeks together, which they would have whether they had the wedding or not. The road trip was to get home but it didn't bother them at all, they just sang together taking turns driving and playing ‘I Spy’. Y/n had been invited on her own by invitation in the mail from Anne, but Harry said they should go together Y/n thought it made sense too.

“Don’t see why you didn’t ask Vanessa.” She said changing in the backseat while Harry covered his eyes with his hands for her privacy and blocked the window from over the car's back facing her. They were on the side of the road changing before the wedding. They’d driven home the morning of and needed to get ready there. They still had a bit of drive before they got there, but Y/n needed to do her hair and makeup in the car.

“Who?” He said. 

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Don’t tell me you don’t know your own girlfriend's name, H.”

He laughed, “Oh yeah, right. That Vanessa.”

Y/n tugged her dress up over her bra and stepped out of the car with the zip undone. “Can you do me up?”

He uncovered his eyes and his hands grazed her bare back, the dress showed a peak of her lacey pink undies. He swallowed thickly and zipped it up. “It's pretty, Love.”

She spun around and laughed at herself. It was very pink, but she thought this was the perfect time to wear it. 

“It’s not too pink?" She asked.

Her dress was this bright fuchsia colour with no straps, it was very 80s. Puffy bottom and it was short too.

He shook his head. “No, no such thing. Y’look beautiful.”

She kissed his cheek in thanks.

They got in the car and Y/n began to roll her hair up into some rollers and do her makeup. If you didn’t know them you’ve assumed they’d been dating for years with how in sync they were, and how comfortable they were around each other.

On the drive there Harry was staring off into the distance of the road. He looked gorgeous today, hair all unruly and dimples on his cheek.

“So why didn’t you invite her? Your girlfriend already hates me. She won’t be happy now.” She said applying a nude lip in the rearview.

“I didn’t want to be with her. I wanted to be with you.” He said looking over like it was the most casual thing to say.

Y/n’s heart swelled and she just looked at him. When they arrived Anne was waiting for them inside the church. Harry grabbed Y/n’s hand to guide her and they walked down the entrance their shoes clacking on the tiles. They found Anne with other members of Harry’s family and she rushed over looking picture-perfect. Kissing both of them on their cheeks in greeting, she'd missed them dearly. 

“You two look gorgeous! So glad you came together. Y/n, Love, your Mum’s inside already she’s antsy to see you both. The ceremony doesn’t start for a few more minutes.”

“Alright, see you out there.” Said Y/n giving her one last hug and Harry did the same whispering something before grabbing her hand once more because it felt natural as they walked into the venue. 

Y/n’s Mum spotted them and instantly waved them over. 

“Baby! Harry!” She called rushing over, she was in a nice floral dress that was blue and looked very dressed up. 

She grabbed them both. “Oh my goodness, the pair of you look just stunning! Harry, when are you going to steal Y/n up before someone else does?” 

Harry just laughed at Y/n's Mum in response knowing how much she tried to play Cupid over the years, Y/n rolled her eyes at her and Y/n’s mother stroked her cheek. “My gorgeous girl.”

After the ceremony the two of them had a few drinks and danced, being few of the only others their age who were actually willing to dance. Harry’s hands were on her waist twirling her about and she fell into his arms giggling. 

She hugged him close before they were both pulled away by relatives. Harry had to go speak with some of his cousins from out of town and Y/n was called over by James' older brother Jimmy about some story she needed to tell someone. 

When Harry finally finished talking to his family he searched the crowd for Y/n but her hot pink dress was nowhere to be spotted. He frowned stepping away from the room.

He went for a wander outside walking through the hallway and stepping outside into the fresh summer air. He spotted her sitting over by the steps that led down to a duck pond.

The gravel crunched underneath his Chelsea boots and she looked over smiling. “Hi, Harry.”

“Sneak away did ya’?”

She nodded. “You know me.”

She had a habit of disappearing at parties. He sat down beside her, their thighs pressing together as he nudged her. She nudged him back. 

“I love you, Babe, you know that?” He said, face crinkled in a smile that was specific just to when he was with her.

She looked over at him, chest aching. “I love you too.” She said softly resting her head on his shoulder he wrapped his arm around her shoulders pulling her close.

“Do you think we will be friends forever?” He asked out of the blue. 

No doubt in her voice, she replied instantly. “You and me, mate, we’re forever.”

The memory made his chest ache and he shut his eyes placing a hand on his heart hoping the sensation would stop soon. But when her laugh echoed from behind him, he knew he was fucked, totally and completely fucked.

As the evening grew later and a blanket of stars and black had swallowed the sky Harry found himself outside walking to a bench to hide away and have a moment to himself, he needed a breather. He’d had a few drinks that had made his knees wobbly as he walked, which is why he felt his brows furrow as he squinted staring ahead. What was that? Was his drunken eyes playing tricks on him? There was a lump that looked like a person lying on the grass. 

“‘Ello?” He called out. 

The lump rolled over and as he stepped closer he realised it was the familiar face of Y/n. His Y/n.

“Oh, Y/n.”

She made a grumble of a noise.

“Wha’ yeh’ doin’ down there?”

“Hiding.” She said.

He looked down at her. “From?”

“You.” She replied.

He sighed heavily. “How many more times am I gonna have ta’ say sorry before you forgive me?”

She sat up. “You give me fucking whiplash, Harry.”

“What? How?”

“First you want me, you're crazy about me. Even if it was just sex, can’t keep your hands off.” She started and Harry could tell she was drunk too, her lips were loose and she was saying anything she thought. 

“I’ve always wanted you.” He said.

She sat up on her knees. “See! You say shit like this, but then you just fucking left.”

He bit his lip looking down at his shoes. “I didn’t want to.”

She stood up. “What are talking about? You're a complete and utter mindfuck. Do you just like seeing me hurt, H?” Her hand fell to her chest like his had earlier. Did it hurt her physically too? To be apart?

He felt his eyes prick with tears and his chest burn with sadness. “‘Course I fucking don’t! I did it to protect you, Y/n.”

“Protect me?! From what, you?!” She raised her voice, hands going into her hair frustratedly pushing her hair back from her face. The air was so hot, crickets chirped in the grass, and she felt mosquitos biting her skin. 

“Don’t you see? Y/n, I’m not right for you. I won’t be able to protect you from them! I can’t do it to you.”

“Them? Who? Do what?” She said feeling her heartbeat speed up at the sight of his eyes watering. Did he actually feel sad about this? She was so fucking confused.

“Be with you…” She felt crushed by his words. “..the world…I can’t stop the hate. Paparazzi or tabloids. I won’t be able to provide you with a normal easy relationship, Y/n. I can’t put you through it. You deserve better. We won’t have any privacy. Surely you’ve seen everything people are saying.”

She sighed, “I don’t care about what people have to say about us, Harry! What do you? You clearly don’t want me, just say it. If you really did, you wouldn’t care what anyone else says. I don’t.”

“How could you even say that? Of course, I do!”

“That’s news to me.” She scoffed. The moonlight lit her face, and though she was acting strong he knew she was very sad.

“I thought you knew.” He said his voice breaking, eyes not once leaving her face.

“Knew what?” She looked at him.

“I love you.”  There it was. Out in the air. For her ears to hear. He'd said it. Not in a casual friend way, not when he was drunk and all lovey-dovey. He'd said it properly.

She stayed silent breathing deeply, staring right at him.

A beat passed. 

“Don’t do that…” She said tears slipping.

“Y/n, I thought you knew! I thought you knew from the minute I laid eyes on you. I thought you knew!” His hands flew out as he spoke with this urgency in his tone. 

How could she not know? He’d only ever had eyes for her. He didn’t care about any other person. He’d have dropped any of them for her no question asked. He could’ve been at his own wedding years from now and left at her call sprinting to wherever she was. He thinks no matter how many years pass he will always feel that way for her. No matter how much she hates him, no matter what. She’s the one with his heart in her hands.

“If I’d have known…” She didn’t finish her sentence trying to process what he was saying.

He stepped forward hands landing on her arms bending close to her face so they were eye to eye. She watched him closely as he desperately spoke. 

“I’ve loved you ever since I’ve known you, I can’t help it, everyone knows. I always thought you did too.”

His hand fell onto her cheek.

“Harry..” She began to cry. He wiped away her tears with his thumb.

“I never wanted you to be hurt. I never wanted any harm to come your way. And I’m so far from perfect, but I fucking love you. More than the entire universe around us. I’d give it all up for you. I would’ve when I was nine and I will when I’m 80. I’ll always love you. And I'm sorry I can't be perfect for you, but it won't change how much I love you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She whispered looking up at him. His arms had wrapped around her back pulling her flush against him.

“Because I’m a daft fucking prick.”

And suddenly kissed him. Her lips landed on his hard pulling him down to her by his tie. She pulled away for a second to whisper against his lips. 

“Such a dickhead.” She uttered softly, the rough words sounded endearing, melting from her lips like honey.

“But your dickhead, hopefully.” He replied. 

She just kissed him very hard in response and he scooped her up into his arms, her legs wrapped around him and his wobbly knees buckled, the alcohol providing no help whatsoever, landing them both on the grassy field. Harry's back lying on the grass and Y/n sitting on his lap. 

She giggled. “I love you too by the way.”

“Phew.” He said and she looked down at him rolling her eyes at him. He was looking up at her all besotten.

“Those eyes.” 

“Only get like that for you.”

Then they kissed some more and probably would’ve until sunrise if not for the shout of their names to come inside. They ran through the field hand in hand, stumbling and laughing like idiots in love. Because that’s what they were.

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[mingtinys]

Spiced Caramel and Rosemary

pairing : jeon wonwoo x gn!reader

fluff , humor , mutual pining , coffee shop !au , college!au , meet cute

warnings : language

word count : 2.7 k

requested ? no

a/n : i can't ever write oneshots in moderation. it's always 3k full standing fics. n e ways, dk best hype and wing man !!

Wonwoo has a routine. And while he doesn't consider himself to be a particularly rigid person, he doesn't often like to stray from it.

He isn't opposed to trying new things– the occasional night out with Seungcheol, karaoke at a bar downtown with Seungkwan, a new game with Chan; but he does find comfort in having a set schedule. Especially during weekdays. Wake up around nine. Go to classes until one. Grab lunch. Work out. And the most important part, be settled down with his laptop, textbooks, and notes by three, locked away in his favorite coffee shop with a subpar dark caramel cold brew in hand. Sure, it's not an award-winning cup-of-Joe by any means, but Wonwoo's always been a tad sentimental and considers the small shop his own little haven.

So, understandably, he's a bit irked when Seokmin flat-out refuses to negotiate on a study spot. Suggesting his own favorite shop a bit further from campus to work on their project. No matter how much Wonwoo vouches for his regular shop, Seokmin won't be deterred, insisting it's the only place he can actually focus at.

Ultimately, Wonwoo decides a little disruption to his routine is worth it if it'll provoke his normally restless partner into being studious for an hour or two.

"I promise, you're gonna love it!" He boasts. Wonwoo just hums in response.

It's no wonder he's never tried Seokmin's favorite spot, much less heard of it. The shop, known as "Local Brew," is tucked away in one of the many alleys in the maze that is the outskirts of campus. Unnoticeable unless you're already looking for it.

The outside is... definitely charming. Chipped brick overrun by moss and the occasional piece of chewed gum frame the glass entrance. The windows of which are scribbled over in neat, pretty writing. Vibrant pinks and yellows showcasing low prices, catchy promotions, and flowery doodles. Seokmin plows right through, sounding the ring of a bell.

A honeyed voice greets him immediately. "Seokmin! It's nice to see you again. Should I get the usual started?"

Wonwoo knows that voice. And subsequently, Wonwoo knows this is the point in which he is, for lack of a better word, absolutely and irrevocably fucked.

Seokmin however, marches on, blissfully unaware of how his friend's heart is in desperate need of some jumper cables. "Yes please, oh, and extra sweet!"

"You're gonna rot your teeth out one of these days, but you got it."

"You're the best," he sings.

"I see you brought a friend this time. What can I– Wonwoo?"

Wonwoo knows it's his turn to speak. But his lips can only form shapes of empty words, like a fish out of water gasping for air. He tries shaking his head, hoping the action will knock a brain cell or two together so he can form a sentence that isn't wholly embarrassing. Though the effects are like that of an Etch A Sketch and he turns up empty-headed again.

He clears his throat and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, more of a nervous habit than an adjustment, and wings it. "Hi, Y/N, it's um, been a while."

It has in fact been two hours. Probably less.

Wonwoo's internally punching the walls right now. It's been a while? Is he serious? He literally saw you in class earlier. Honesty, could he sound more idiotic?

Your brow furrows and Wonwoo's just about to make a mad dash for the exit until your features soften and a grin tugs at the corners of your lips. "Yeah, I guess you could say so. Dr. Kang's class sure makes it feel that way, huh?"

Wonwoo forgets he's supposed to respond again, and the awkward stretch of silence that results is insufferable at best. He rushes out his next sentence. "I didn't know you worked here."

You happily nod. "Every Tuesday and Thursday. Sometimes weekends."

"I only come when Y/N's working," Seokmin reminds everyone of his presence. "They make the best coffee."

You visibly blush at that, "Ah, stop that. Seokmins easy to please, as long as it's sweet he's not too picky. I'd take his word with a grain of salt." Another pause. It's truly a wonder how Wonwoo manages to stay at the top of his class yet struggles to uphold a perfectly mundane conversation. He's stuck just marveling at you, cute and clad in your brown barista apron.

"So," you drawl out. "Were you looking to order anything?"

Right. He's at a coffee shop. He should order coffee. Wonwoo's eyes dart to the menu above your head, relieved he has an excuse to do something other than stand there like a deer in headlights.

"Sorry, it's his first time here." Seokmin whispers. Wonwoo is pretty sure he wasn't supposed to hear it, but his friend has never been great with subtlety.

"No worries, if you have any questions feel free to ask."

Why do you have to be so... radiant? Sweet. Patient. Kind. You. Geez, Wonwoo is down. Bad. Has been since the first day of class when you asked to borrow a pen. Even more so the second day when you took the empty seat next to him to return the utensil and never bothered getting up.

He nearly died when you asked for his number the following week. Claiming you'd need at least one friend in class to get through an entire semester of high-level calculus. Wonwoo isn't used to receiving the amount of attention you've invested in him. Usually, he finds a seat on the aisle and keeps to himself for the few classes he doesn't share with a friend. But you seemed to have no problem claiming him as your "calculus buddy" as you liked to call it, despite the multitude of empty seats you had to choose from.

And as much as Wonwoo doesn't want to be the fool that falls in love with the first person to show the slightest interest in him, he can't help but get a little giddy on the days he has calculus. The odds are stacked against him when it comes to his feelings for you. It's been two months since you asked for that pen, yet he still finds your presence warmer than the sun itself.

Though, at least he knows when he'll see you for class and can mentally prepare himself to not say something completely and utterly embarrassing for the hour you're next to him. But he's never considered the possibility of running into you beyond the walls of the mathematics building. So you can imagine the inner turmoil in his brain as he tries to formulate a way to get through this interaction with his ego unscathed.

"Uh, Wonwoo, you're holding up the line, buddy." Seokmin nudges him.

The line in question is just an elderly couple who seem like they couldn't care less about the wait. Rather caught up in surveying the pastry selection.

"Just get whatever you do at that other place," Seokmin suggests. Which is a genius idea, except another quick scan of the menu reveals you don't offer it.

Wonwoo looks to his friend pleadingly, "What did you get?"

Luckily, Seokmin is as perceptive today as he is sociable and extends Wonwoo a lifeline. "Why don't you just surprise him?" He says, which seems to pique your interest. "You can trust Y/N, that's how I found my favorite drink here!"

"I can do that!" Wonwoo isn't one for surprises. Though the excitement that’s radiating from your person at the proposition has Wonwoo agreeing instantly. "Any allergies or preferences?" 

"No, just nothing too sweet, iced if you can."

You nod and scribble something down on a clear cup.

Seokmin pays, and Wonwoo couldn't be happier to hide away in a booth in the furthest corner of the room. He lets his head fall into his hands, propped up on the table by his elbows. That couldn't have gone any worse. Wonwoo groans as someone shuffles into the seat across from him. He peeks through his fingers at who it is.

Seokmin's chin is rested in his palms, elbows propping him up all the way across the table to lean in way too close to Wonwoo. Judging by the wide, knowing grin on Seokmin's face, there's no escaping his friend's inevitable prying curiosity.

"Sooo... how do you know, Y/N?"

"We have calculus together," Wonwoo says shortly, hoping to curve Seokmin off the topic. It doesn't work, of course.

"I see, I see," his friend nods, pauses, then says, "And how long have you had a crush on them?"

The blunt question sends Wonwoo sputtering, drawing the attention of nearby patrons as he slaps his chest, trying to regain his composure and lung capacity. He mutters out apologies with pink-tinged cheeks to the surrounding tables. Clearing his throat once more, Wonwoo glares back at his instigator, who's wiggling his eyebrows, a little too happy with himself.

"That long, huh?"

"I'm never coming back here with you."

"Oh come on," Seokmin whines. "It wasn't that bad."

"I'm writing my Will tonight. You'll never see or hear from me again. I'm going to live in the woods far, far, away from any life on earth. Become a hermit and– what?" Wonwoo deadpans, giving his friend an incredulous look upon noticing his expression of wild bewilderment.

"Nothing," Seokmin put up his hands in surrender. "It's just weird seeing you like this. I mean, I've never seen your brain actually malfunction like that before. Like, you really—"

"I'm leaving."

"—Okay, okay, sorry." He grins sheepishly. "You're really worked up over them, huh? It's endearing. I feel like I've seen a new side to you Wonny!"

Wonwoo just sighs, giving up completely on trying to stop his friend's teasing. It's better if he just endures it until he eventually moves on to another topic.

"So, how do you plan on asking them out?"

"I'm not."

"What!?" Seokmin loudly exclaims, and Wonwoo shushes him as all attention falls on their table once more. He speaks again, though this time in a whisper. "Why not?"

Wonwoo shrugs, "I dunno, they're just so lively and outgoing and confident. I doubt I'm even their type." It's not that Wonwoo lacks any or all confidence in his character. Contrary to what others may think, he's quite content with himself. Hasn't ever felt a need to alter his personality or conform to those around him for the sake of making friends.

But people like you should really be with... well... people like you. Like Seokmin or Mingyu or hell, even Joshua.

It's Seokmin's turn to glare at Wonwoo now. "Wonwoo, my friend, my buddy, my pal. I say this to you with unwavering, trustworthy, unbiased—" Wonwoo doubts that "—factual, one hundred percent, certainty. You are like, the perfect boyfriend."

Wonwoo scrunches his face up at that.

"I'm serious!" Seokmin slaps his hands down on the wooden table, making it rattle, and starts listing off traits with his fingers. "Wonwoo, listen, your boyfriend-ability potential is through the roof. You're smart, built, super attentive, have great bone structure, and you've got that shy, quiet, mysterious, gamer-guy charm to you. People really dig that nowadays."

Wonwoo chews at his lip. As over-the-top and exaggerated as his friend's dazzling reviews of his supposed "boyfriend-ability" may be, it really does wonders to boost the morale. It has Wonwoo's confidence soaring, a newfound determination burning in his chest. Maybe he will ask you out.

Until the air around their table shifts and a fluttering presence eclipses any short-lived ambition.

"Sorry for the wait," You're smiling down at Wonwoo, two plastic cups in hand. "It took a while to figure out what you might like. But then I remembered you usually have something with caramel every time you come to class. Though if you hate it I'm more than happy to remake something for you!"

You're blushing madly, but all Wonwoo can focus on is the fact you pay him enough attention from day to day to know the contents of his coffee order.

You set the cup down in front of him, then hand Seokmin his. "I hope you enjoy!"

Wonwoo's useless brain fails him once more. "You too."

You're off and back behind the counter before Wonwoo registers his mistake. That's like strike twelve for him at this point.

"Ah, young love." Seokmin interrupts Wonwoo's sulking, biting down on his straw with the corner of his mouth.

"Shut up."

Wonwoo picks up his cup and examines its contents. It's noticeably darker and thinner than Seokmin's, but he still can't really tell what exactly it is. However, you'd think the coffee was brewed with holy water and magic fairytale beans by the way Seokmins already sucked down half of his.

Wonwoo rotates the cup, squinting at the scribbles of black sharpie on the side. Dark roast, spiced caramel, rosemary, oat milk.

"Rosemary?" He reads, shooting a look at his friend who stops slurping on his own to shrug. "That's an odd flavor."

"I've learned not to question Y/N's expertise long ago, they know what you like even if you don't. It's sort of creepy." He visibly shudders.

"What's yours?"

"Dark chocolate, cherry, vanilla, and whole milk, extra sweet."

"Fruit? In coffee? That doesn't sound like it'd be good." Wonwoo frowns, suddenly doubting the efficacy of his own beverage.

"Shall I go tell Y/N you think they're a terrible barista then?"

"No!" Wonwoo answers a little too quickly and a little too loud. He clears his throat. "—I mean, no, no it's fine. I'm merely saying it's unique, is all."

Seokmin places his hand over Wonwoo's wrist and physically shoves the cup toward his lips, causing the straw to jab into his skin. "Ow!" He complains, swatting at his arm.

"Oh my God, just drink it. I promise it'll be better than whatever boring, run-of-the-mill, bean-water, you get from that other place."

Wonwoo frowns and grumbles, "It's not boring." But he knows that's far true.

Hesitantly, he takes a sip. The spiced caramel hits his tongue first. It's a warm flavor, a pleasant contrast to the drink itself being cold. Then the rosemary edges in with a strong, yet not too overpowering taste. The oat milk blends everything together smoothly and leaves a nice aftertaste.

"Wow," the word slips out. Wonwoo pulls the drink back to examine it again, eyes wide. It's easily the best thing he's ever tasted, far better than, as Seokmin put it, his usual run-of-the-mill order. Wonwoo can't even fathom how your mind came up with a drink so addicting. If God is real, then Wonwoo's positive they have a dazzling smile and work at Seokmin's favorite coffee shop.

"Good, right?" Seokmin grins.

"Amazing."

"You know, if you asked Y/N out they'd probably make your coffee any time you asked~"

That's a pretty convincing argument.

Wonwoo likes his routine. And he's quite fond of his regular coffee shop, so he still frequents there to study.

Except for Tuesdays and Thursdays.

And sometimes weekends.

"Hi, Wonwoo," you greet with your usual bright smile. "Same as usual?"

"Yes, please." He matches your smile, having finally recovered from the catastrophe that was his first visit. Ever since Seokmin let it slip how you'd been gushing about Wonwoo to him ever since you discovered they were friends, he's been feeling a little more confident.

"You know, if you ever want to try something new, I won't be offended." You narrow your eyes at him. But Wonwoo just shakes his head at you, chuckling.

"Eh, I try not to stray from what I already know too much."

"Oh, so that's why you haven't gotten rid of me as your calculus buddy yet." You quip.

"Among other reasons." He shrugs, lips pulling back into a toothy grin. Wonwoo fishes into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet to thumb through his cards.

"It's okay, it's on the house today."

Wonwoo looks up, brows furrowed. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah! I always give my favorite customers free coffee on Sundays." By the way your eyes quickly dart back at your other coworkers, Wonwoo doubts the validity of that.

"Well, I'll have to pay you back somehow."

"Next week's homework would be great!" You grin cheekily.

"Hmm," Wonwoo thinks for a moment, readjusting his glasses. "I would, but I haven't started it yet. Could I offer to take you out instead?"

"I would like that very much."

#wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonu #jeon wonu #wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo x reader #wonu x reader #wonwoo x you #jeon wonwoo x you #wonu x you #seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #seventeen wonwoo #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #wonwoo imagines #svt fanfic #svt imagines #svt x reader #svt x you #jeon wonwoo oneshot #wonwoo oneshot #wonwoo fluff #seventeen fluff

[luveline]

do you think you could do a hurt comfort with sirius where reader is upset / in a bad mood and keeps snapping at people but she just needs a hug

hi tysm for your request! sirius knows u well

You can't wait to go home. Today has been a thousand feelings and none of them nice, your head heavy as a dumbell. You pack your notebooks in a hurry and say a quick goodbye to your friends. 

I'll be lucky if I have friends after this, you think, bumping down the lecture hall steps as quickly as you can. 

The cool air feels good on your hot cheeks, and your frustration is soothed but certainly not erased as you begin the walk back to your dorm. You live on campus, and it won't take long. You can be home behind a locked door in the next fifteen minutes. 

"Hey, wait! Hey," Sirius calls, his voice impossible to mistake for anyone else's. "Hey, angel, what's the rush?" 

You don't look at him as he falls into step. "Sirius, I'm sorry but I'm really not in the mood right now." 

"I noticed. Do you wanna go get food? Maybe you're hungry." 

You try not to scowl. You fail. "I'm not hungry." 

Sirius hesitates and then catches up with you, his cologne buffeted toward you by the breeze. You wince at the heavy smell. 

"Hey, well maybe we could catch a film. The odeon has-" 

"No, thank you." 

"Whatever's wrong, just let me try and fix it," he insists. 

You don't look up still, still, which is awful and rude because he's your friend and he's kind but you're really at the end of your rope here. Sirius makes it all worse when he hops in front of you, cutting you off. You almost walk into him. 

"Hey," he says again, extending his hands between you. "Sorry, but I don't like seeing you like this, that's all." 

"I don't like being like this," you snap, "this sucks for me." 

"You're right. I bet it does." 

"It does." You feel a little awkward at having snapped, and you can't make yourself meet his dark gaze. You drop your eyes to his pretty mouth instead and the stubble surrounding it, his jaw and his curls and his jumper. 

"Just… I'm gonna go home," you say sullenly. 

You try to work around him. 

"Tell me if I need to back off," he says.

You frown, perplexed, and suddenly he's in front of you and pushing his arms under yours, his hands crossing behind your shoulders. You hold your breath as he tugs your front to his, his chest solid, his abdomen softer. One of his hands rises high between your shoulder blades and encourages you near, your face toward his neck, your hands hanging limp at your sides. 

"Oh," you say uselessly. 

"It's okay to have a bad day," Sirius says, "but I wasn't gonna let you walk away without trying to fix it." 

"Oh," you say again. 

Slowly, you return his hug. Your arms slide over his shoulders, a hand disappearing into his mess of pitch hair. He leans back under your weight, a small groan escaping his lips and tickling the skin under your ear. 

"Come for food with me. Whatever you want, I'm buying." He pats your shoulder and pulls back, his face so close you can see the different shades in his irises like shattered, stained glass. "I don't want you to be alone." 

You swallow harshly. 

"Okay," you say. 

He offers you a grateful smile. "Okay. Good." 

"Sorry for, uh, being mean." 

"It's okay. Forgiven immediately," he says swiftly, giving your back one last pat. You're shocked doubly when he offers you his arm. "What? You need an escort." 

You thread your arm through his. 

#sirius black x reader #sirius black drabble #sirius black x you #sirius black imagine #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black #the marauders fanfiction #the marauders fanfic #the marauders #the marauders x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black blurb

[queerregulusablack]

James rolled across the bed and onto his stomach, abandoning the campus map he’d been annotating in favour of reaching for the other boy sat with him in his bed; and he smoothed the sticker balanced on his thumb onto the apple of his cheek with an efficient little sweep of the digit, smiling when he’d achieved his goal.

Regulus Black held himself very still for a moment, eyes still on the book open in his lap, before they finally flicked up to meet James’.

He arched an eyebrow at him incredulously.

“What have you done to me, Potter?”

James’ grin widened, and he shuffled closer on his stomach; and for a moment, just took in the sight of his lovely boyfriend, cross legged on his bed while he read through one of James’ University textbooks, devouring pages on Cultural Theory for no reason but that the book had been out when he’d come over.

Even longsuffering and watching James with that dry, amused smirk pulling at a corner of his mouth, he was all kinds of breathtaking, long hair mussed around his face from the enthusiastic snog James had initially greeted him with, his most recent stolen-jumper gaping around his collarbones, knees peeking through the tears in the knees of his jeans.

James loved him all the time, but this was always special. When he was dressed how he wanted, wrapped up in Sirius’ hand-me-downs and the secret things he’d purchased with years-worth of scraped together pocket money - the lilac converse abandoned beside James’ bedroom door, his favourite floral-printed sunglasses - instead of primped and polished to his mother’s standards.

He was hot when he was dressed up like that too, of course, but James felt too full when he was like this.

When he was James’ Regulus. Not Walburga’s, or Orion’s, but James’, loose and comfortable and smiling with his eyes.

On the apple of his cheek, where his blush always stained darkest, the little purple star James had stuck there cheerfully read ‘good job!’ and, well, yeah. Accurate.

“Just a reminder of how good you are, Reg,” he informed him airly; and predictably, Regulus went bright pink across both cheeks before he reached to carefully peel the sticker from his face, and look at it himself, the star stuck to the tip of his pointer fingers while he peered down at it.

He scrunched up his nose - but didn’t stop blushing, in fact turning an even darker pink once he’d read the words - and looked back at James, before he reached out and stuck it to James’ forehead instead, right above his eyebrow over an old chickenpox scar Regulus liked to trace his fingertips over when he was granted the opportunity.

The smile that pulled at his lips was the briefest flicker of upturned lips, tiny and soft and so thoroughly pleased, and James stared at him and thought I love you, I love you, I love you.

“Stop that,” Regulus murmured, poking him between the eyes; and James grinned back at him, before tackling him to the bed, and ducking in to swallow his giggles.

Several minutes later - when Regulus had been kissed to James’ satisfaction for the time being, because while he would never have kissed him enough he understood that sometimes the other boy needed to breathe - James pressed his lips to Regulus’ cheek, directly over the spot he’d previously placed the sticker; and Regulus huffed back at him, both hands braced against his chest, before he murmured into the space between them.

“You’ll come back to visit sometimes, right? After you’ve moved on campus, you’ll still come back and visit. Not just on holidays to see your parents.”

He wouldn’t meet his eyes, instead staring resolutely at James’ collarbones; and James sighed, and reached to take hold of the hand resting over his heart, holding it tight against his chest.

“I told you at the start, when you were still trying to pretend you didn’t like me back. There’s no getting rid of me, Reg. I’ll visit so often it’ll be like I never went away at all. Hell, you’ll be sick of the sight of me before Christmas even rolls around.”

Regulus scoffed softly, but he’d relaxed again, and he turned his hand in James’ grip so he could interlock their fingers instead; and James hummed happily, and scattered more kisses over his face, lips brushing his cheeks and his eyelids and the tip of his nose.

“I’m not ever going to be sick of you, Jamie,” Regulus whispered, in the millimetres of space between their lips before James could kiss him properly; and he froze, chest suddenly so full he felt like he could burst, breathing out shakily.

God. God, I love you.

James used his free hand to cup Regulus’ jaw in his hand, and led him up into the next kiss; and when they met, he felt him sink into it.

I love you, he thought, and I’ll never leave you, not ever, not for anything, not long enough for you to miss me.

And for a perfect, sun-kissed moment, it was the absolute truth.

(for @siriuslythatbitch)

#jegulus #starchaser #james potter x regulus black #regulus black #james potter #Reception Teacher!Regulus #(a prequel glimpse before the true narrative starts) #Korean!Regulus #Desi!James #QRABs Fic #inspired by the sticker sheet post and the jegulus tags therein #and dedicated to one of my favourite enablers <3

[raphael-angele]

Exotic Pets I think PJO Characters would own

Disclaimer: This post does not encourage the purchase or distribution of exotic/endangered animals to be kept in captivity. This is completely for entertainment purposes

Percy owns a Blue Mosaic Axolotl and he named it Mandy. This is because he originally thought she was a salamander. When he took it home and showed it to Annabeth, she corrected him but the name already stuck.

Annabeth has a Canary Barn Owl named Cato. She does not own this owl per se. Cato was flying near their apartment when Annabeth decided to leave some food out for him. Since then, Cato has been keeping an eye on her and following her around from the apartment to her college campus to the grocery store.

Grover has a Kinkajou he named Jumper. Again, he does not particularly own him. Jumper just happened to jump onto his shoulder while he was taking a hike through the woods one night. Jumper was hungry so Grover gave him some food. Every now and then, Grover would go back and feed him.

Nico (besides Cerby) owns two melanistic foxes named Aspen and Amber. No one knows the true origin of these foxes, all the campers know is that they just showed up out of no where and follow Nico around. Despite what they think, Aspen and Amber are actually very friendly and they only get defensive if you intend to harm Nico (besides Percy. They hate Percy for some reason).

Jason has a Racoon Dog named Jojo. Jason found Jojo while he was out for a walk. It was raining and it looked like Jojo was injured. Thankfully, they weren't that far from camp so he took him back and gave him a warm bath and treated him. Once Jojo was fully healed, Jason tried to release him back out there but he wouldn't leave

Piper has Anna's Hummingbirds. She built a bird house one time with Leo and hung it outside of the cabin. Next thing she knows, hummingbirds are inhabiting it. Two paticular hummingbirds she sees are two Anna's hummingbirds she named Luna and Aurelia.

Reyna (besides her two dogs) has a Serval Cat she named Aenea. Reyna does not own her but she goes to feed her every now and then and lets her take shelter during storms or when she wants

Bianca has an Unkindness of Ravens. Not one, not two, an Unkindness. EDIT: She was on a quest with the hunters one time and the ravens warned her about where they were going, where they should go, etc. The ravens got attached to her, being the daughter of the dead. And she eventually got used to it, but some of the hunters still get jumpscares when they wake up and see Bianca being surrounded by dozens of ravens. Two Ravens in particular, she named Argus and Sergio. These two are in charge of looking after Nico. Yes, she can speak to them; Yes, they are also messenger birds.

Thalia has a Sugar Glider named Jason. She found him on the shelf in her cabin looking for food. She was about to help him down when he flew to the drawer beside her bed. She took him to Annabeth to figure out what he is. She gave him some food after that and thought that he reminded him of Jason.

Hazel has a Chinchilla named Amy. Amy (short for Amethyst) looks like she's purple but really, she's a mix of grey and blue, which is why she looks purple. Amy was actually a gift from Frank.

Will, scarily enough, has an Edit 2: Sunbeam Snake he named Bowie. Again, no one knows where he came from, they just walked into the Apollo Cabin and freak out when they see the snake slithering around the cabin and they just go, "Oh, don't worry, that's just Bowie". Bowie only likes being held by the Apollo kids and Nico.

Leo has a Tarantula named Felix (Fix for short). Oddly enough, Leo was never scared of spiders, if anything, he loves them. The Athena Cabin always asks for his help to get rid of spiders. He found Fix crawling on his work table, almost getting killed when he interfered. He scooped him up and sent him back into the woods. The next day, he found him again on his table. He kept putting him back till he gave up and made a little space for him

#might reblog this and make more #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson headcanon #percy jackson #grover underwood #annabeth chase #reyna avila ramirez arellano #will solace #nico di angelo #bianca di angelo #thalia grace #jason grace #hazel levesque #frank zhang #leo valdez #greek mythology

[extremelyblackandwhite]

pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

summary: sometimes the past haunts us

masterlist

      - I just don’t agree with it. 

Those words were the ones she feared the most. After sweating and crying over a draft of her thesis, one of her supervisors just threw the papers on the desk with as much disdain as someone could muster, without as much of an ounce of mercy. She stared at the papers on the desk, attempting to hide her watering eyes. She shouldn’t be crying, she had been expecting criticism but not an overall dismissal of 4 years of work. 

      - I’m gonna be honest, Y/N. After 4 years, I didn’t expect to read this sort of work from you. I don’t think we can actually pass this, Y/N. How would you defend this? 

      - I ... I can rewrite it. 

      - I honestly do not see it getting any better with a rewrite, Y/N. I’m still waiting on feedback from your other supervisor but I wouldn’t be too hopeful.

She didn’t know what to say, there were really no words or anything she could say right now that wouldn’t downright embarrass her. Her eyes were fully watered as she looked around the countless awards in her supervisor’s office. She used to think she’d once own as many, now she wasn’t as sure. 

     - We may have to keep you another year. 

     - But I’m not sure I have enough to cover costs for another yea ... - she stopped mid sentence as her phone started to buzz against her thigh. Looking down at the screen, she saw the all caps name of Sadie’s daycare. - I’m sorry, that’s my baby’s daycare. 

She gave her supervisor a loop smile, bringing her phone to her ear only to hear a bunch of nonsense coming from the other side which could only roughly translate into how much they needed her to come down. Perfect, just perfect. 

     - I’m sorry, I need to go check on my baby. 

     - You know, Y/N, it may be time for you to check what your priorities are. 

     - I’m sorry, I’d ask her dad but he’s stuck in back to back meetings. I’m so sorry, I can’t leave her. 

     - We’ll schedule a meeting once your other supervisor is back. 

     - Thank you.

She rushed out of the campus and onto her car, drying her eyes with the sleeve of her jumper before driving down to Sadie’s school. Last thing she needed was parents commenting on her red eyes and blotchy skin, it was hard enough knowing her supervisor had seen her like this. Yet again, she wasn’t even sure that was the last thing she wanted as she walked into the dean’s office and found Sadie sitting in one of the kiddie chairs with a band aid on her knee and a crying face. Y/N didn’t know what was more disturbing, if her baby girl crying or Michelle sitting down with her snooty son. 

     - Oh, Y/N, it’s you. - she looked her up and down. 

     - Come on, darling. - Y/N ignored Michelle, leaning down to Sadie’s level. The little girl wrapped her arms around her, burying her head in Y/N’s hair. - Who else would it be, Michelle? 

     - I’m so sorry to call you in. It seems my boy got in a tussle with Sadie.

    - Sure, a tussle. My kid has a bandaid on her knee and yours looks just peachy to me. 

    - She’s not your kid, Y/N. She’s Bucky’s or have you forgotten?

    - Sure. - she rolled her eyes. - So what is it that you want Michelle? You want us to sort this out or you wanna flirt with my kid’s dad?

    - Just wanted to make sure Sadie was okay. 

    - She’ll be fine. 

Y/N really had better things to do other than deal with Michelle and her eagerness to see Bucky. Right now she was worried about Sadie who was following right after her, arms wrapped around her leg as she enjoyed the swing back and forward. Y/N always knew Michelle’s kid was no good and she wouldn’t be surprised if his mother even trained him to hurt Sadie so she could see James - although, that was the most irrational part of her speaking. 

     - Come here, squid. - Y/N leaned down to pick the 2 year old so she could place her safely in her car seat. - Did the nurse look at your knee? 

     - Yes. I gots the red band thingie, see. - she pointed at her knee. 

     - It’s a band-aid, Sissi. - Y/N clasped the buckles. - You’re being very brave.

     - Can I watch Bluey? 

     - Alright but we can’t tell dad I let you use the tablet on the car, yeah? It’ll be our secret. 

    - Pinky? - she showed her au pair her pinky which just seemed to brighten her whole day. She nodded, wrapping her own pinky around hers before grabbing the IPad. 

Truth was, she was glad her irritation at Michelle had made her forget of the terrible time she’d had at university. Sure, she was probably gonna raise some hell at the next PTA meeting, however, right now what Sadie needed was time and some happy things. As such, she turned left where she should’ve taken right, coming across the small park. Soon enough, the IPad playing Bluey was forgotten in the car as Sadie joined other kids in the playground, while Y/N took it upon herself to join the other mums on the benches watching over their own kids. It was peaceful, the sound of the kids laughter meshed with the sounds of the wind brushing through the trees and the birds chirping. It was nice, at least it was until her phone started ringing. It came as no surprise it was Bucky, Michelle had probably personally called him to somehow explain how her snooty kid hurt his daughter. 

    - Hello. - she said as she picked up the phone. 

    - Is Sadie alright? I got a call from her kindergarten saying some kid pushed her. 

    - She’s fine, Bucky. Scratch on her knee but she seems to have forgotten it’s even there. 

    - Are you sure? I can get out of work and we can drive her to the hospital and have it checked. 

    - Buck, it’s a scrapped knee. I’m sorry to tell you but she’ll have plenty of those as she grows up. - she smiled. - Don’t you have a meeting to go to?

    - But ...

    - Bucky, she’s fine. I think she may be trying to push a boy off a swing but other than that she’s a peach. - she got off from the bench to go and stand next to Sadie who was trying to get a turn at the swings. - Sadie do you wanna say hi to daddy?

    - Hi daddy. - she took the phone from Y/N. - Bye daddy. 

    - That hurt. - Bucky said as Y/N got a hold of her phone before Sadie could run off with it. - We’re already at hi and bye? Soon enough it’ll go from daddy to dad. 

    - Go to your meeting, Sergeant. We’ll see you at home tonight. 

    - Are those orders? 

    - Strong suggestions. 

    - I’ll see you both tonight. 

Bucky put his phone in his pocket, his brain still racketing about his daughter’s wellbeing while at the same time worrying about the back to back meetings that had left him with only 20 minutes to have lunch. 20 minutes which were interrupted by a call from his secretary saying someone needed to see him. He had barely even had time to take a bite from the cheap cafeteria sandwich and was now on his way to his office once more. The end to this day couldn’t come faster.

     - Whoever’s waiting, send them in. - he said as he passed his secretary. 

     - Sergeant Barnes, she’s already in the office. 

     - What? - he turned around to face his secretary who usually was able to keep anyone and everyone at bay if necessary. - How did ... 

     - I have my ways. - the door opened from inside. - Besides, we are close. 

     - Anna? 

(...)

There was no way in hell she could ever re-write this. If she was being honest she couldn’t see a major structural or even content flaw in her work. Besides, none of the feedback she received was constructive, it didn’t help her figure out what to do to make it better. Although, her supervisor was quite clear there was no way of making it better. Perhaps her other supervisor would have a better idea or maybe some constructive feedback. 

   - What are you working on, squid? - she looked to Sadie who looked just as serious about her drawing as Y/N was about her thesis. 

Sadie ignored her, her tongue poking out of her mouth as she continued to make a mess of her crayons. Y/N sighed, smiling and ruffling the little girl’s hair as she got up from the kitchen table to grab them something to drink. Bucky had just pulled up on the garage so he’d soon be here for dinner so there was no use in preparing Sadie a snack. If she did, she just knew the toddler would use it as an excuse to have no dinner and munch on string cheese later on. 

   - DADDY! - she heard Sadie yell out. Good, it was finally time to eat. 

   - Let me look at your knee. - Bucky looked down at his daughter’s knee. - Are you okay? Does anything hurt?

   - No. Y/N gave me another thingie. 

   - Band-aid, Sadie. - Y/N walked to the dinning table were Sadie was showing Bucky her band-aid. - Can you give me a hand bringing the cutlery and dinner to the table? I need to go to bed early today, Buck. 

   - Yeah, sure. You go and wash you hands, Sadie. 

Sadie climbed down her chair and rushed to the bathroom while Bucky followed Y/N to the kitchen. He was in a surprisingly good mood considering he’d spent the whole day in meetings. Last time that happened, he didn’t even have dinner with them and instead went straight to his study, so this was a refreshing change of pace albeit a suspicious one. 

   - You’re happy. - she said as she took the cutlery from the cupboard. - Did you have a drink on your way in?

   - I actually have good news. 

   - You had two drinks on your way in? 

   - I met with Sadie’s mum today. She wants to meet her, we set up a meeting tomorrow. 

Oh. That’s why. 

She couldn’t explain her, but her heart felt unexplainably tight. 

   - Oh ... 

   - Don’t worry, I’ll get her from school, I know that you’re gonna be at Columbia tomorrow. 

   - I’m not worried about that. - she sighed. Part of her was screaming not to give her opinion but she and Bucky were friends ... or at least they were friendly, and it looked as if he was waiting for her to say something. - Don’t you think it’s a bit soon?

   - Soon? She gave birth to Sadie 2 years ago, I’d say a reunion is long overdo. 

   - I just think you should take it slow. She doesn’t have the best track record and if she leaves again, it might hurt Sadie. 

   - She’s ready, Y/N. - his tone shifted, turning avoidant. 

   - How do you know? She hasn’t tried to make contact in two years and what if she flakes at the last minute? How would we explain it to Sadie?

   - We? - he crossed his arms. - Last I checked she is my daughter and you’re the person I pay to watch over her. I explain things to her and I make the decisions. 

   - Sadie took some time getting used to me, Buck. 

   - You’re not her mother! 

   - You don’t need to speak to me like that. - she set the cutlery and plates down on the kitchen counter. - I worry about Sadie and I worry that you’re rushing into this because of your obsession with giving Sadie a mother. 

   - You should worry about keeping your job if you continue talking. 

Y/N’s mouth shut as she starred at him, eyebrows furrowed as if she couldn’t believe what had come out of his mouth. They hadn’t had the best track record together, at least from the beginning where they were constantly clashing against each other, yet he had never threatened her job. She always felt confident enough to give her opinion where it seemed relevant.

   - I am not hungry. Suit yourself. 

Bucky was left with the tray of lasagna and the dishes to put on the table. At least that. He wasn’t even sure if he would be able to find the dishes if he had too. Besides, she was overreacting. From his point, she had no right to talk about what was right and wrong when it came to Sadie’s mother. She needed a mother and if he could finally give her that he would. If he could give her a sense of normalcy, something that resembled the picket white fence, mum, dad, kid and the pet, he would. He’d do everything for her. 

   - Washed hands. - Sadie rushed into the kitchen, showing her dad her clean hands. 

   - That’s great, baby. Here take your plate to the table and I’ll bring the food. 

   - Don’t like lasagna. - she crossed her arms not to differently to how he had just done. 

   - What? You love when Y/N makes lasagna. 

   - Because of the song?

   - What song?

   - The lasagna song. 

   - Well ... - he kneeled to her height. - If you don’t eat your lasagna then I won’t give you the surprise.

   - Surprise?

   - Tomorrow ... - he tucked her hair behind her ear. - Tomorrow, I’ll pick you up from school and we’ll go to that coffee shop with the bunny cakes to meet your mum. 

   - I know my mummy, daddy. You’re being silly. 

   - She’s really excited to meet you. She even said she may bring some photos of when you were in her belly so she can see. 

   - I have a mummy already. 

   - Sadie, I know you really like Y/N but she is not your mum. 

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan/reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan fanfic #bucky #bucky barnes #bucky/reader #bucky x reader #bucky/y/n #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky/you #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #single dad!bucky

[satoruzlove]

I AM THINKING SOOO HARD ABOUT MODERN DAY COLLEGE! MIKASA, EREN AND ARMIN!!!! HAVING A FRIEND GROUP W THEM!!!!!

like , okay , eren being that one guy that everyone knows but no one ever really talks to. people smile at him and greet him in the halls but he’s only ever with you, mika and armin between lectures. he’s a sports science major, he’s always at the campus gym or in the library on his laptop doing research. like he’s actually so good at what he’s into. he always has his hair half up, half down, he has a dog tag with his mum’s name on it and he has this wooden bead bracelet he never seems to take off. when he’s nervous [ usually when exam results are being passed out] he’s always fiddling with it. sometimes if he’s REALLY dazed he’ll have his dog tag between his lips and his pupils are all unfocused. he wears a lot of black, mainly heavily distressed jeans, sweats and jumpers. !!! IS A VANS GUY!!!! he draws on the sole of them and has yours, mikasa’s and armin’s names on them. </33333

he’s also the asshole of your group😭 like armin will just be putting on his glasses and eren just takes them and walks, he dead legs mikasa all the time and his favorite hobby is stealing your stationary for no good reason. 😭😭 he also acts like he’s never seen the things he took in his life. he uses armin’s head as an arm rest all the time, he LOVESSSS to ruffle yours and mikasa’s hair all the time, he can actually be pretty touchy. has a habit of fiddling with you guys. a lot of people on campus are like?? what the fuck when hes got an arm around mikasa’s shoulders or if hes got an arm around yours / armin’s cus hes just unconsciously very affectionate </3 bring it up and he’ll throw you.

armin who is a nursing student that i could literally ingest fully. he’s shorter compared to eren, he’s more well known because of how sweet he is and girls LOVEEE HIM. everywhere y’all go girls greet him and compliment his outfit, he’s always so bashful about it and sometimes eren will absolutely RUIN IT LIKE😭😭 “morning armin!!! i love ur hair today!!” “ good morning!! thank u sm urs is pret-“ “ hEYY ARMIN REMEMBER WHEN YOU PISSED THE BED💓💓💓💓” LMAOAOOAOAKAKAKAKAN 😭😭😭 mikasa has slapped his arms so many times bcus armin always feels so embarrassed, he walks away so fast and drags you with him while mikasa scolds him. poor baby. ARMIN’S STYLE!!!!!>>> he wears a lot of graphic tee’s in a more neutral colour, and then a dress shirt over, lots of cargo pants and air forces, specifically the ones with pastel details on them!!! he likes taking your jewellery so you two match a lot , it makes him so happy!!

he’s a grad student , his grades are so good. his gpa is like 3.8 mainly cus he has very bad exam anxiety, but he studies very often and his notes are so cool!! he’s an absolute master at diagrams , he has an eye for copy and pasting it just by looking at them and sketching. sometimes he gets really into it, and his glasses are almost falling off his face so you push them up for him. he always thanks you really quietly and squeezes the hand you used</333 his ears are secretly all pink and he’s smiling at his textbook</33333333 him and mikasa are an absolute power duo!!! they tend to bully eren and depending on how much of a rat he’s being , you either defend or bully him. you and eren are probably the more chaotic ones, tbh . ARMIN LOOOVES going on coffee dates with you guys!!! like you all go out when it’s chilly, sometimes you guy all hold hands and walk down the street 😭😭😭 and then you go in, chat, make jokes and take cute pictures just to destress after the long week at uni. it’s so pure and the pictures are stuff like all your drinks next to eachother, mikasa and eren hugging and pretending to make out😭😭, armin having a milk moustache and you almost dropping your drink all over yourself.

MIKASA IS A BUSINESS MAJOUR AND OH MY GOD SHE’S LIKE A ROBOT? if she’s half asleep and you asked her what the factors of production are she knows all of them are their remunerations too😭 she’s another one who’s super passionate and hard working , she loves the validation of knowing she did her best and she adores when you guys tell her that she’s done well): her teachers adore her, they all call her by her first name and her favorite one calls her mika after she heard eren calling her that!!</3333 she has a rly sophisticated dressing style, a lot of pleaded pants and turtle necks, leather jackets and very sleek jewellery. she has naturally fluffy brows and eyelashes so she doesn’t wear much makeup unless she’s feeling spicy 🤭 she also always has her nails as a deep wine red colour, it makes her look like a business woman. i’m drooling.

her books are all neat, everything about her is so pretty and elegant. she’s another kinda affectionate person but she’s sooo low-key about it lmao. like if y’all walk together she’ll walk on the open side of the sidewalk, she likes linking pinkies and loves holding onto armin/eren’s arm when she walks, or she basically attaches herself to your side. she’s always coddling you and armin,telling you to watch where you walk, reminding you to take vitamins, small things that show her affection for you</33 with eren she’s a bit less obvious about it and she’s AGGRESSIVE like randomly in your shared apartment and you’ll hear “ fuck you im not doing that” “it’s good for you asshole” “go away” and you’re like??? armin can u hear that but he’s already so done LMAO but he loves her anyway. she always tells armin how sweet he is and eren gets so pissy

just. them<3

#and so my fandoms expand #again. #attack on titan #aot #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x gn reader #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager headcanons #eren jeager scenarios #armin arlert hcs #eren jeager hcs #armin arlert headcanons #armin arlert x reader #armin x reader #eren x reader #armin arlert x gn reader #mikasa ackerman #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa x reader #mikasa ackerman x gn reader #mikasa ackerman hcs #mikasa ackerman headcanons #mikasa ackerman scenarios #these tags are so messy i am so sorry y’all

[borathae]

“You recieve flowers from another boy and Jungkook doesn’t like that you do. He doesn’t like it at all.” 

Pairing: husband!Jungkook x f.Reader 

Genre: married life!AU, domestic Fluff, slight Smut

Warnings: jealous!Koo, whiney!Koo, dom!Reader, mommy kink, talks about cockwarming & edging, allusions to shower sex & sex on an office desk, listen this is cuter than one may think, the Fluff in here just hits right

Wordcount: 2.6k

a/n: this is just something short and sweet about the aaol!couple. I feel like this is 100% something Kook would do because he’s competitive like that :( haha please they are so adorable, I just wanna smooch them both 🥺💗

Jungkook had his free day today, playing house husband while you were busy with college. Normally the two of would have spend his free day together, going on dates and having way too much sex, but your midterms were coming up and you needed today to study with some of your classmates. Jungkook was very sad about it, but didn’t let it show because he wanted to be supportive. He knows how much you love studying and he would never want to be the reason why you failed your midterms. So he accepted his fate in silence and decided to be your helpful house husband (quite literally husband) for the day.

He cleaned every room in the penthouse thoroughly, did the laundry, stored said laundry away after folding it neatly, took care of your shared houseplants, went grocery shopping and then it was already time for him to start preparing dinner. 

He follows a French recipe today. Something with lots of finesse and perfectly balanced flavours. His goal was to impress you.

You text him in the middle of his preparations. 

Jungkook turns off the water, abandoning the aubergines he washed before to dry his hands on his pants and reach for his phone. He falters for a second to stare at his lock screen picture. It’s a candid snapshot from your wedding of you and him kissing on the dance floor. His sister took the picture and sent it to him. He loves that picture. Smiling, he unlocks his phone and taps on your chat.

-          My Love ♡: leaving campus now, should be home by seven

-          My Love ♡: ❤

Jungkook smiles. You don’t use emojis in your texts, but you always make sure to at least send him a heart because you know that he likes getting them. Jungkook appreciates this little gesture so much. 

He answers you with a fluttering heart. 

-          Jungkook: okey dokey ^*^ I'm cooking French tonight ❤ 

Your answer comes seconds later. 

-          My Love ♡: can’t wait 

-          My Love ♡: my best Bunny ❤ 

"Stop", Jungkook gasps then bursts into uncontrollable giggles as he bounces around the kitchen. He hugs his phone to his chest, bursting in happiness. He's your best Bunny.

Quick! He has to text you back and tell you how much he loves you! 

-          Jungkook: I love you Mommy *•*

-          Jungkook: ❤❤❤ 

He waits with bated breath for what you will answer him. 

-          My Love ♡: I love you too Bunny ❤ 

Jungkook giggles, almost going up in flames from how happy he feels. He spends the rest of his dinner preparations singing happy songs and dancing. 

He also ends up changing out of his grubby sweat suit into a blue jeans and jumper combination. A beige apron is keeping it from getting dirty, accentuating his petite waist as a bonus point. Jungkook hopes that you will like his clothes. 

He just finished setting up the table when the familiar ding of the elevator opening rings through the penthouse. 

Jungkook is tingling in excitement, leaving the kitchen in big steps to greet you by the door. 

"Oh, hey there Bunny", you greet him first, flashing him an eye smile. You carry a bouquet of flowers in your hands.

"You got me flowers?" he gasps, then runs to hug you, "thank you so much. I love them", he mumbles into the crook of your neck.

He kisses the spot softly, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume.

"Oh dear", you chuckle, "I actually received them from someone, but you can have them if you want to", you tell him, caressing his lower back. 

"What?" Jungkook breaks away, "someone gave you flowers? Who?" 

"Hyunjin, you know the boy who's in the same human studies class than me." 

"Hyunjin? The handsome one?" 

Jungkook watches you shrug off your coat and then slip out of your shoes. You store both in their supposed location. The flowers are still in your hold as you do.

"I don't know. I never really thought about whether he's handsome or not”, you tell him.

"Isn’t he the one who's younger than you?" 

"Yeah, that’s him." 

"Ah." 

So that terribly handsome and intelligent and younger man, who just so happens to call you noona on top of it, gave you flowers. Jungkook doesn’t feel so good about dinner anymore or the evening as a whole. As a matter of fact, he feels kind of poopy. 

"Yeah, it was a thank you present because I helped him with getting his notes in order. It’s very sweet of him." 

"Mhm-hm yeah sure, it is." 

"I just hope they didn’t have to suffer too much on my way home. I'll just quickly put them into water and then you have to show me what you cooked because it smells amazing. I kid you not, I’m so excited. Your cooking’s always amazing, love", you call out as you disappear in the hallway leading to your office. 

Jungkook stomps off with a pout and his stomach tight in jealousy. Stupid Hyunjin and stupid flowers and stupid studying. He regrets not saying anything to you this morning. He should have said something and made you stay with him. Stupid supportiveness and stupid Hyunjin and stupid college. He begins plating the food, doing so rather groggily. Stupid food and stupid plates and stupid pots and stupid decorations and stupid Hyunjin and stupid flowers. Stupid everything. Everything is stupid.

Arms snake around his waist then, hands feel up his pecs. Jungkook tenses up, but continues pouting.

"You look so handsome, Bunny. I love the clothes”, you tell him, rounding him all while keeping your arms locked with him tightly, “your waist looks so good in that apron.”

You appear in his vision, smiling at him. Your fingers brush his cheek in a soft caress, your thumb outlines his upper lip for just a second.

“I missed you so much today, love”, you tell him.

Jungkook lowers his eyes. Stupid heart. Stupid, stupid heart being so stupid because it’s being so stupid and jealous.

“I missed you too”, he mumbles and then with a huff of air he rests his chin on your shoulder and hugs your middle.

“Gosh, you’re so cute”, you say, caressing his back, “you know that we have to make up for our lost date today? I want you all to myself for the rest of the day.”

“Me too”, he says. The attention feels good and makes the jealousy a little easier to bear, but somehow it still doesn’t go away. As a matter of fact, it will stay with him for the rest of the evening. Even when later during your movie night you become bored and decide to warm his cock instead while leaving kisses all over his neck. Or even farther down the line when you have reduced him to a sweaty and breathless mess with an edged cock and way too much cum to spare. Or even later when he could finally show off all the cum when you jerk him off from behind as the hot water of your shared shower steams up the entire bathroom and makes his body burn up.

Even when you have long found your snuggle spot under the blankets and Jungkook can fall asleep as your big spoon, there was still a twinge of jealousy in the deepest pits of his stomach. 

He did one thing however. He didn’t let it show. Not once. He could have brought it up, most definitely should have, but he didn’t. The evening was just too nice to ruin it with his stupid feelings and you were too sweet to accuse you of something you have no fault in. He regrets it once you have fallen asleep and he is left with his racing thoughts of Hyunjin seducing you with his handsome face and young mind and jokes. At one point he even imagined you and that dude making out in class and Jungkook felt so outraged in jealousy that he almost woke you up just to beg you to never ever to do that. He ended up not waking you because he felt way too silly.

So come the next morning and you leave him with a kiss and a "it'll get late again today", Jungkook feels as if his chance to be honest has long passed. So he kisses you back and wishes you a good day. The part where he also wishes that you wouldn’t meet that Hyunjin guy today, he keeps to himself. 

It is almost eight when you come home that day. Jungkook knows, as you texted him. Just as he knows that you will be bringing home two big servings of Rambokki and vanilla ice cream.

"Bunny! I'm home!" you call out. 

Jungkook appears a few seconds later, still dressed in his business suit and with the same hairstyle he had this morning. As handsome as always, managing to make your heart flutter.

"Hey my love", he greets you with a kiss, "how was your day?" 

"Good, good. I made lots of progress."

"Yeah? That’s great to hear. Did you study alone today?" 

"No, it was the same group as yesterday."

"Ah. So Hyunjin was there too?" 

"Yup, but only for two hours then he had to leave for soccer practice." 

"Ah soccer, I bet he must be really muscular then."

You give him a look, "I can't really….tell…I haven’t really looked at him…that..way..Bunny what's going on? Why are you talking so weirdly?"

Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, "nothing's going on. I was just curious”, he explains nonchalantly, helping you slip out of your coat and storing it away for you.

"Okay? Are you sure?" 

He nods his head, "yup totally."

He takes the plastic containers of Rambokki from you, carrying them to the kitchen for you.

“I see that you didn’t get any presents today. Sad”, he says.

“Yeah..no, I didn’t… Jungkook are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yep, everything’s okay. I was just curious”, he dismisses you nonchalantly.

You follow him, studying him with wary eyes. Something is up. He is acting so weird with all those questions he is asking. It’s not like him to act that way. 

"Do you want to talk about something, Kook?" you offer. 

"Huh?" he turns, "ah no, I don’t." 

You squint your eyes at him in disbelief. 

"I wanna show you something", he says and takes your hand, "come with me. It’s in your office."

"Okay?" you follow him, "seriously Kook, what's going on? You’re so weird today." 

"Just wait. I'll show you." 

He stops in front of your office and turns to you. 

"Close your eyes." 

“Not until you tell me why you’re acting so weird.”

“No, please close your eyes”, he insists with a pout.

“Fine”, you give in with a sigh, “I’ll close my eyes.”

You allow him to lead you inside with his hands on your shoulders. It seems that he positions you in the middle of the room. Then he steps back, but keeps his hand on your lower back.

"Okay, open them." 

You do, having to stumble back in pure shock.

"Holy fuck- what the- oh my god!" you exclaim. 

Your entire office is filled with flowers. Dozens and dozens of bouquets, intricately done flower statues, potted flowers. All placed in a well thought through place to make everything work together. They were all big, clearly done by an expert and in the middle of them all, sitting on your office desk in your measly vase are the flowers of your classmate. Placed there solely to be outshined by everything else. 

"Jungkook" you press out, turning to him.

He is grinning, carrying triumph in his eyes.

"Isn’t that nice? Now that's what I call a flower surprise. See? That’s how it's done." 

This is the moment when everything shifts into place for you.

"Oh my god Jungkook, you’re jealous", you exclaim. 

He widens his eyes as if caught red handed.

"No?" he laughs panicky, "I just wanted to surprise my wife, because you’re my wife and as your husband it’s my right to give you flowers? I’m not jealous?" 

You scoff, "ah yes of course and it’s not because handsome, muscular Hyunjin gave me flowers last night." 

"Don't call him that", Jungkook complains loudly, exposing himself right here and there.

You give him a knowing grin, "see? You’re not at all jealous. Of course not." 

Jungkook huffs out air, "fine, whatever", he gives up, "can you blame me when you gush about how sweet he is? It’s not even a good bouquet. Look at it”, he points at it, “pathetic”, he says with a scrunched up nose, “the flowers don't fit together at all and it’s way too small." 

You snicker, "oh excuse him and his tiny student money budget. Not everyone has way too much money to spend on flowers." 

"Stop defending him", Jungkook whines, stomping his foot. 

He is adorable and if his eyes weren’t carrying so much seriousness, you probably would have snickered.

"I'm not, I’m not", you say, grabbing his waist with a certain strength to it, "hey Kook, I’m not defending him. You’re my only one, you know that, don’t you?"

Jungkook pouts, crossing his arms in front of his chest. You give his waist a soft squeeze and lean in to kiss his cheek. 

"Hm?" you stress, giving him the fondest gaze ever, "do you know that you're my best and only Bunny?" 

Jungkook crumbles instantly, scrunching his nose up and blushing vividly. He sways his shoulder from side to side, giggling cutely.

"Yeah, I know", he says, beaming at you. 

“You do? Then tell me.”

“I’m your best Bunny”, he says through his giggles.

“And?”

“And I’m your only Bunny”, he murmurs, hiding his face behind his sweater paws now that he feels way too giddy and shy.

"Good", you chuckle, caressing his sides, "gosh, you stupid noodle why didn’t you tell me sooner?" 

"I don't know. I felt stupid and didn’t wanna ruin last night because it was so much fun." 

"Mhm, I see. Maybe you should have because goddamn Kook, those are so many flowers."

"I know right?" he sounds triumphantly cocky again, "I chose all of them myself. That’s what you get from me. I could do this all day, every day." 

You laugh. He is so adorable when he tries to show off in order to impress you. 

"Please don’t, we'll drown in flowers if you do."

He snickers, “fine, but if that Hyungjing dude keeps giving you flowers, I have to.”

You know that he messed up his name on purpose.

“Hah”, you laugh, “fine, message received. You stupid noodle.”

You turn to him and twist his tie, keeping one hand on his waist. One tug and he is snug against you, looking at you with big eyes and his throat moving in a gulp. 

"Thank you so much for the flowers, Bunny", you tug him down so your lips would be close to touching, "you're such a good boy for me. Makes me wanna reward you." 

Jungkook whines, grabbing your waist to knead it desperately.

"Mommy what, what about the Rambokki?" 

“What about them?” you tease, knowing very well what Jungkook is trying to insinuate here. You want the same thing. After all, it is an outrage that your beloved husband thinks that you would ever replace him for someone like your classmate. It is your duty as his loving wife to wipe those worries from his brain.

“They’ll get cold”, he says breathily, drawing closer and moaning softly when he feels your hand grab his ass roughly.

"We'll just warm them up later", you say, swooping him off his feet by pressing him against your desk. But not before you swept your classmate's flowers on the floor in a quick movement, making sure that Jungkook saw with just how little respect you did it.

Jungkook moans, falling on top of the desk with wobbly knees and a dizzy head. He spreads his legs, aching to have you right between them. 

"First, I’m gonna have to eat you up", you rasp, pulling him snug against you.​

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[highpri3stess]

Impulsive - Keisuke Baji

summary: baji's impulsive yet charming nature sometimes can be quite advantageous to both your romantic lives

warning: fem!reader, nsfw, fluff/crack, friends/idiots to lovers, university au, flashing, masturbation mention, oral (m. recieving), fingering, tit play, dry humping, Baji really likes your boobies, pet names (princess, pretty girl), after care, overall sweet stuff.

monica's notes: i took impulsive baji and literally ran with him. likes, reblog and comments are appreciated. You can check my bio for my masterlist and taglist form.

rated 18+, minors dni

word count: 3.9k words

ONE thing about your friends Emma and Senju is that they have a good way of putting you in very compromising situations.

You feel awkward just standing outside Keisuke's dorm room with Senju and Emma hanging behind the trees to see if you would actually do it. They knew you had a huge crush on Keisuke ever since you started university and that you could barely speak to him because you were extremely shy, only ever nodding or playing with your fingers whenever he asked you about your day or if you needed help with anything.

Emma was the first to notice your huge crush on her brother's best friend, before teasing you about it with Senju. "Do you like his long dark hair?" She teased you about it with an obvious smirk, in which you would just hide your face in your pillow. "Or is it his vampire grin? His broad chest and toned arms? Or the way your name sounds with his voice?"

But teasing was just teasing and they respected your wishes not to do anything embarrassing to you whenever Baji was around.

Until this stupid truth or dare game came along.

You can't believe Senju. "I dare you to flash Baji."  is what she had dared you to do. How obvious can she be? What if you get in trouble for doing something as silly as flashing him? This was such a bad idea from start to finish and you really did not want to do it. But it was either this or drinking that horrible concoction you, Senju and Emma made and you did not see yourself getting food poisoning anytime soon.

'This is Keisuke Baji I'm talking about' you think to yourself as you stand outside his window, twirling the ends of your jumper between your fingers. 'easily one of the hottest guys on campus with girls and guys flocking around him in seconds. I don't want to embarrass myself by doing this.'

Your phone buzzes loudly and you quickly open it to see it was Emma that texted you.

Emma: Get ready, I've called Baji to look at a special surprise waiting for him outside 😉

You: I hate both you and Senju, literally.

You were about to type something else when the lights in Keisuke's room came on, making you quickly put your phone into your pocket and turn to face the window. You briefly contemplate chickening out and just running away, but the mental image of that concoction going down your throat sends a shiver down your spine.

A tall shadowy figure makes its way to the window blinds and opens it, revealing a tired Keisuke with his large fingers rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, mumbling something about Emma calling him at such an ungodly hour. Your heart races as Keisuke scans the exterior of his dorm until he spots you all the way from down stairs.

"(Name)?" His tone is nothing short of shock as he looks at you with tired eyes. "What are you doing down here?"

You take in a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the utter humiliation that would follow the moment you went through with your plan.

'It's now or never'

Keisuke stares at you in confusion as you start lifting up the edges of your baggy sweater slowly, still maintaining eye contact with your crush until your bare chest is revealed completely, showing your tits in all its glory. You watch as all the tiredness in his eyes fade into a much darker glint, his face completely heating up with embarrassment and shock as he absorbs the sight of your naked tits hanging out in the cool air, nipples erect from the stimulation.

Eventually, your bravado expires and you quickly drop your shirt down to cover yourself, clearly humiliated. You had just shown Keisuke - and possibly some other guys- your breasts. Keisuke can only oogle, just standing there in perpetual shock as you run into the bushes where Emma and Senju are giggling and stifling their laughter. 

"Omg you did it! I cannot believe you really chose to show him your tits" Senju screams, jumping into the front of the car, with Emma plopping at the back. "You really did show it! Things are about to get interesting between the two of you."

You can only bury your hands in your head to hide your face. Maybe drinking the concoction wasn't such a bad idea after all, because now you have to think of what you're going to say when you see him tomorrow.

You had just shown your crush your tits, who knows what might be going through his head right now?

"I can't believe this shit. I'm never doing this with you guys ever again. Ugh!"

  THE next few days are rather uneventful.

You've spent most of it going to class and trying to avoid Keisuke at all cost, even going as far as walking straight into the male toilet just to hide. Emma and Senju have been snickering all through it, muttering something about you 'manning up' and just talking to him.

"Another bad idea from the two of you. No thank you." You scoff, putting more attention on the scarf you were knitting. Your body shudders at the thought of just talking to Keisuke about what you did that day and imagining the look of disgust that would cross his face.

"Listening to the two of you got me into this mess. I am not sure I can face Baji after that thing I did. He must think I'm a pervert."

You were too focused on the scarf you were knitting that you didn't see your two friends exchanging a knowing look, before looking back at you. "Well, pervert or not" Emma continues, now tossing your school bag on the table. "You still have to meet up with Chifuyu for the study group you both have in his room."

'Shit'

Your eyes widened in realization the moment Emma had reminded you of your weekly study group with Chifuyu. You quickly drop your knitting scarf and get up, running around the room to get your shoes and trousers. "I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THAT, CHIFUYU'S GONNA KILL ME!" you scream while putting on your trousers. "HOW LATE AM I?" You ask Senju frantically, now trying to adjust your sneakers.

"It's 3:45 pm." She says, putting down her phone. "but (name) aren't you forgetting some-"

"Oh shit! That's 15 minutes gone, I've got to go, got to go-" you keep repeating, slinging your bag across your shoulders and running out of the room without wasting anymore time. Senju and Emma can only sigh whilst shaking their head at you running down the stairs and muttering "Chifuyu don't kill me please".

"So… should we tell her?" Senju asks, looking at Emma as they watch you run off while screaming until you disappear. "Nah," Emma shrugs, a smug smile crawling onto her lips before shutting the door in front of her. "She'll figure it out when she gets there."

  YOU don't expect Baji Keisuke to be the one opening the door to Chifuyu's dorm room.

You can only stare wide-eyed as he stands in front of you, shirtless, trousers hanging low on his waist, revealing his Calvin Klein boxers and long hair cascading across his broad shoulders. His eyes are wide, indicating his shock of seeing you here as well - you've been avoiding him all week, of course he's surprised to see you here.

You have to start talking before the awkwardness gets worse.

"Um I thought this was Chifuyu's room" you managed to get out of your mouth. 'Don't be lame, just say anything less stupid' you scream internally. "What are you doing here?"

If the ground can swallow you, you hope it does right now. Your stupidity is too much for the world to handle.

"I'm Chifuyu's roommate." Keisuke replies to your question with a raised brow, clearly confused because you've come here so many times. "You've seen me here before."

'Of course I have, how else did this stupid fucking crush on you start?'

"Oh, I'm so sorry" you apologize, smiling awkwardly and scratching your head. This was so embarrassing for you, first the whole flashing ordeal and now you asking him if he lives in his own dorm room. No wonder he's just staring down at you like you've lost your mind, he must think you're utterly embarrassing. "I'll just go-"

"You weren't this nervous the other night."

You froze in your spot, your brain shutting down for a few seconds as you stared at him like he grew an extra head. Your heart races in your chest, your brain struggling to find the words to just say anything to him but ultimately failing. Keisuke notices your struggle and decides to continue talking until you can speak again.

"I didn't expect that from you to be honest, but…" a smirk appears on his face as he steps forward, closing the space between the two of you. Your heart hammers loudly in your chest at the proximity, your feet planted onto the ground, unable to move. "I like what I saw that night"

'He what?'

"They're pretty, y'know." His voice is dangerously low and you don't even register that his hand is now on your cheek until he leans forward and your noses are almost touching. "I just want to put one in my mouth and play with the other, if you're down of course." His hot breath is intoxicating, leaving you light headed as he cups your jaw with his free hand. "Although I don't think it's bad to cop a feeling from the girl I like. Right?"

"Y-you like me?" Should you be falling for this? You know Baji is sincere and if he wants to get in your pants, he isn't afraid to tell you to your face. But don't you think you're rushing things if you two sleep together now?

You shiver as his fingers ghost along your waistline, trailing up and down your hips. "Since Emma introduced me to you, I've not been able to think of anyone else." His voice is charming, alluring even, all your inhibitions are thrown outside the window. "You're such a sweet girl. I like you so much but you always avoid me." You're convinced at this point that Keisuke is seducing you for sure with the way he's touching you and speaking to you, but it's not like you're against it. "Got me thinking you hate me or something."

"I'm shy." You know this is a dangerous territory you are threading, sleeping with someone you like without going on a first date at least is always a bad idea. You are putting your heart on the line, trusting Keisuke's integrity. "I thought you wouldn't be interested in me."

His arm circles around your hips gently, pulling you into the dorm room with him and closing the door behind the two of you. "Well then, let me show you how very much interested I am in you."

  KEISUKE feels like he is in heaven right now.

He has you straddling him on his bed in only your panties with your clothes and shoes neatly folded on his reading table, one of your tits in his mouth while he gropes the other one in his large hand, massaging and playing with it. His free hand guides your hips to grind against the prominent bulge on his trousers, pleasure spreading through his body like wildfire.

"Kei, like that" you moan quietly, your hand digging through his long hair, pushing his head further into your chest. "Mmh fuck, feels good, your tongue-."

He rolls his tongue over your nipple, circling around your areola, his fingers pinching your other nipple. He smirks as your back arches against his lips, pressing your body against him.

He's got to thank Emma for bringing you into his life.

Keisuke pulls away from breast with a loud pop, replacing it with his large hand, massaging your breasts gently. "Give me a kiss pretty girl." He commands breathlessly and you press your lips on his in an open mouthed kiss. You invade his mouth with your tongue, swirling your wet muscle against his. He groans in pleasure when you tug on his hair roughly, overwhelming his senses as you play with his mouth and keep humping his clothed cock, occasionally pulling away to catch your breath before kissing him again.

He lets you trail down his jaw and neck, your teeth grazing and sucking dark marks on his skin. Your kisses are much more intoxicating than he can imagine, leaving him aching to feel all of you, to just rip your panties off and fuck you until you're both spent. "Move your panties to the side, 'want to finger that pretty pussy." He moans breathlessly and you let go of his hair briefly, shifting your panties aside for him and stopping your movement.

Deft fingers trail over your pussy lips, gathering all the slick produced before pushing two fingers at once inside you. "So wet f'me." He laughs against your lips, capturing your swollen mouth in a messy kiss yet again. He is merciless in pumping his thick long fingers into your wet cunt, enjoying every moan that leaves your lips as he fucks his fingers into you.

"Kei, Kei please-" you lose control of your tempo, your eyes rolling back as he lowers his mouth on your breast, playing with the other with his large hand.  It feels too much for you to handle and yet it's too good for you to want him to stop. "Kei please- Ah" your back arches when his fingers brush against that spot.

He smiles against your breast in realization before aiming for it again, reveling in the way your cunt throbs around his fingers as he pumps into you, slick gushing all over his fingers.

"Good girl." He praises, fucking into you faster with his fingers. His lips latch onto your neck briefly, making you wirthe underneath his grasp, the coil in your belly tightening with every thrust. Your gazed over your eyes, your chest heaving with pleasure, your pussy clenching around his fingers, the way your nails dug into his shoulders, everything about this moment looked so good. "Gonna cum for me right? Gonna cum soon princess?"

"Yes Kei- please make me feel good-" you beg breathlessly, reaching down to touch your clit. "Kei make me cum please, please, please, please-"

You let out a loud moan as Keisuke dives his head to your breasts again, sucking and slurping on each nipple, alternating between them. His fingers don't relent in pumping into you faster and faster, sending you over the edge. Your body spasms underneath his touch, pussy throbbing and cumming all over his fingers while you give a broken cry of "thank you Kei" over and over again until your body slumps weakly on his, resting against him. You breathe heavily for a while, getting yourself back before kissing him softly.

Wordlessly, you move down his jaw, trailing kisses to his neck and chest, making your way to his sexy v-line. "Can I?" You ask softly, your hand ghosting over the bulge on his trousers.

It was his turn to be breathless, seeing your head in between his laps with your cute ass in the air has him aching in his pants.

"Yeah princess. Fuck me."

Your hands are like clock work with the way you pull down his sweats to reveal his pale erect cock, the thick, long, veiny appendage slapping against his abdomen, pre leaking from the dark pink tip. Your eyes glaze over in adoration as you circle your palm around it, giving it a tight squeeze. Keisuke is quick to shut his eyes in pleasure as you pump his shaft gently, giving kitten licks onto his slit for more stimulation, sending waves of ecstasy through his nerves. "Yeah, just like that (name), fuck-" he groans, as you pump him faster, your mouth now suctioning against his tip. "Oh god, please, faster- fuck"

You pick up the pace with your hand and mouth, pumping his dick with your fist and downing it bit by bit into your mouth, maintaining eye contact with his scrunched up face. He looks gorgeous like this, panting and moaning, his face flushed red with pleasure, hooded eyes gazing down on you, watching you take him as far you can go. "Oh yes, fuck princess- keep doing that, fuck, fuck, love you so much. Fuck"

You bob your head up and down his length, trying to relax your throat and take him in as much as you can, relishing the salty taste of his precum spread all over his cock. Your hand pumps against the rest of him while you hum and move your tongue around his thick length, making him shake with pleasure. "Oh fuck, look what you've done t-to me- shit" he grasps the sheet underneath him with large fingers, trying to keep himself grounded.

This was so much better than all the nights he fucked his fist thinking about you, especially after seeing your tits that day. The pretty girl that never seemed to meet his eyes anytime you and him were together, you had caught his attention the first time Emma had introduced you to the rest of them. The way you smiled, your sweet voice, everything about you screamed "adorable" and you were the kind of girl he's always dreamed of.

Or the only constant one.

Chifuyu had caught him daydreaming about you so many times, it was almost embarrassing. He would always tease Keisuke about liking you. "She's cute, isn't she? I didn't know you liked the shy ones. You should probably talk to her before some other guys try to steal her away, you know she's too hot to be single."

You were always brief with him, which made matters worse for Keisuke, especially when he sees you laughing with Mikey or Kazutora and shying away from him. Was he creepy when he looked at you? Does he smell? Or was he too loud? He tried to be gentle around you so as not to scare you, but you still skitted away from him.

Now he realizes that it was just your shyness and you actually do like him.

"I'm close-"

His head swam with sensations from your mouth, his belly coiling with all the tension building up. His thighs shook with intense pleasure as you bobbed your head down his big cock a few more times, before pulling out just in time for him to blow his load all over your breasts. His orgasm was intense, his groans of ecstasy bouncing off the walls as he came all over your tits, his cock twitching in your hands as you jerked him off completely until there was nothing left.

"Fuck, that felt so good." He whimpers out, still out of breath as you knelt upright to kiss him softly to which he reciprocated before pulling away. He grasps your arm and leads you straight to the bathroom to help you wash off. "You're such a good girl. My pretty girl. Let's get you cleaned before Chifuyu comes back, okay?"

  "SO you avoided me because you didn't want to embarrass yourself and yet you were willing to flash me at the same time?"

You laid down next to Keisuke on his bed, his arms encased around your fully clothed body (save for your panties, those were his now. You couldn't say no to his puppy dog gaze), while he was also clothed as well. You should be embarrassed to tell him the full story, but at this point you don't have it in you to feel any form of shame after basically getting each other off.

"It wasn't like I wanted to flash you." You murmur, pressing your head against his broad chest and inhaling his scent. "It's just that me, Emma and Senju made such a ridiculous mixture that I was willing to risk getting arrested than having food poisoning. I was scared throughout you were going to think I'm some kind of pervert for doing that."

"Well…" he trails off, thinking about the whole ordeal. His cheek flushes pink as he remembers how he lost sleep after seeing your tits and went straight to the bathroom to masturbate. "I did jerk off to that, so we're both perverts"

"Keisuke Baji!"

"Hey! Don't blame me, your tits are cute as fuck." He defends himself, only cuddling you tighter. "I would have seen them earlier if you had just let me confess instead of always running away whenever I came near you."

"You were going to confess to me?" You sit up with your elbows, now looking at him face to face. "Wait, wait, wait, I don't understand?"

"I've been trying to tell you that I like you for the past one month but you kept running away and things got in the way." Keisuke confesses exasperatedly. "I tried Emma's advice and asked you to eat with me on my treat but then Mikey heard food and ruined everything by making it a general outing. Then I tried listening to Chifuyu and got you flowers on valentines day but you were allergic to the ones I got. Draken told me to be straightforward and you thought I meant that I loved you as a friend." You wince as the realization hits you hard like a truck. All those moments of him trying to ask you out would have been seen as romantic by a bystander, but you were too oblivious to realize that.

Emma's judgemental stares each time finally made sense.

"Sorry about that." You muttered, now collapsing on his chest again, snuggling up against him. "I must have given you mixed signals when I pulled that stunt huh."

He rests his chin on the top of your head, his hand rubbing circles around your back. "Let's forget about that and think about where you want our first date to be-"

"BAJI-KUN (NAME)'S MISSING. EMMA'S BEEN CALLING HER FOR THE PAST THREE HOURS AND…"

You both sit up at the sound of the door being slammed open by none other than Chifuyu, who looked like he had run all the way here in a hurry. His voice trails off the moment he sees you lying down on Baji's bed, before looking at Baji and then back at you.

"You've been here this whole time"

You awkwardly laugh at the deadness of his tone as he looks at you with an annoyed glare. "Sorry, we were quite busy." You murmur quietly, looking at your laps.

"The sheets on your bed look different, Baji-kun-"

"I fucked my girlfriend Chifuyu" Keisuke says bluntly, cutting him short. Blood drains from your head on hearing Keisuke calling you his girlfriend now. "Of course I'll change the sheets. I don't want us cuddling on a cum-stained…"

"I get it, I get it, I'll leave the two of you alone and tell Emma you guys are fine" he cries out, walking out of the dorm room and shutting the door behind him. You let out a sigh of relief as you both relax on the bed again, until Chifuyu bursts through the door again with wide eyes. "WAIT DID YOU JUST CALL (NAME) YOUR GIRLFRIEND-"

"CHIFUYU!"

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[crheativity]

SUMMARY: It's wintertime again in Wonderland. You would've killed for a jacket, a jumper, a scarf - anything. Luckily, your crush, Deuce Spade, has your back.

WARNINGS: Ace is a jealous lil crap but that's about it!! Also maybe slightly ooc Deuce? I tried to write him as not realising he was doing something cute and then o///o when he realised, haha

COMMENTS: Blushy boy supremacy!!

The frigid air nipped at your skin as you walked across the school grounds, heading towards your first class of the day. It was too cold for your light jacket to do much help, and you'd been too busy with all the work Crowley dumped on you to take your usual shifts at Sam's shop.

Basically, you were stuck in the freezing cold.

You breathed into your hands, desperately trying to warm them up before your fingers froze off.

"You okay?" Deuce asked.

You looked up and smiled, feeling your heart start to speed up. "Yeah, just cold."

Ever since you'd met, Deuce had always been kind to you, and you'd become close friends. You can't help wanting there to be more than friendship between you both, especially seeing how empathetic and kind he was.

Your crush smiled at you and started unwrapping the long scarf around his neck. He took your hand and pulled you closer, just enough to wrap the scarf around your neck as well. You took a sharp intake of breath as you registered how close he suddenly was.

For the first time this morning, you were thankful that it was so cold; the freezing temperatures hid the blush rapidly spreading across your face.

"We should get going before we're late." He gestured for you to walk with him and together you made your way slowly towards campus.

♥ - ♥ - ♥

"Eww! Gross, save your couple-y stuff for private, you two." Ace rolled his eyes as you walked into the classroom.

Your face immediately erupted in flames again and you started unraveling the scarf from around your neck, avoiding eye contact with either of them. Your heart still pounded in your ears as you took a seat, a little further away from your two friends than usual.

Little did you know, Deuce was doing the exact same thing.

Ace sighed, sitting in the middle. "why am I always the freaking third wheel...?"

♥ Thank you so much for reading!!! I hope you enjoyed it!! ♥

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[shotgunbunny]

Love's a Vicious Killer

WC: over 2k. GIF by steverogersnotebook

Warnings [ dark ransom/ murderous thoughts/ noncon!/dubcon/ forced breeding/ just ransom himself/smut/toxic ass shit]

It was always cold after classes but today it was much colder and impacted you heavily. Maybe it was the short dress you had on or the lack of a jumper. All you knew was that you were freezing and that your Uber was taking forever to pick you up after you finished University today. You were offered loads of lifts by your friends yet you denied them not wanting to burden them or ruin your routine. So you decided to sit on the bench.

Not any bench. The bench next to Ransom Drysdale. Apparently he was just a rich asshole but you thought he was just a funny, snarky guy. He never spoke bad about you, the only time he did, you were walking past and heard him saying:

"Yeah she's little miss sunshine. Has the whole school up her ass. A little dumb too but that's why everyone loves her I guess."

After hearing that you walked past with a smile knowing that even one of the meanest people thought you were bright and happy. Which is why you sat next to him.

"Hi Ransom!"

He looked to you bored and rolled his eyes. And looked back to the side giving you a chance to admire him. His hair always looked so fluffy and he had the prettiest blue eyes. You saw he was wearing his big brown coat and his white sweater and then you were reminded of your own coldness.

"H-how come you're sat here?"

You chattered through the shiver you were trying to hold back. He looked at you and took note of the short dress and your bare legs. He let out a sigh, his breath was visible in the air noting him of how cold it was explaining further to your shivering.

"My mum's late to picking me up princess because my car broke down. What about you? You just here to try and brighten my day up, huh?"

"I'm waiting for my Uber, but I don't wanna wait alone, and I thought you'd be good company."

Ransom scanned the grounds surrounding you, and saw your class partner also waiting, leaving him to raise his eyebrow.

"Oh yeah, then why aren't you with Jeremy? Surely he can deal with your sickening optimism better than me."

You giggle at that, the melody making Ransoms heart beat faster making him furrow his brow,

"Jeremy is super sweet but he's like a cinnamons bun, too much and you get sick. Don't tell him I said that though!"

Ransom let out a chuckle over the idea that one of the sweetest people can't stand being around other sweet people.

"So what princess, you wanna sit here and talk shit about people with the biggest asshole on campus?"

You turned to him and left him mesmerized with how pretty your eyes were, how full your lips were and how truly beautiful you were.

"Absolutely! I don't think you're an a-asshole though."

Ransom suddenly remembered how cold it was and stood up. He grabbed your arm gently and pulled you up. He took note of how big his arm was compared to your body. He took his coat off and put it on you. He smirked at how it truly drowned you. You looked up at him with your doe eyes and smiled at him.

"Thanks Ransom. See you're not an asshole."

"I'm not an asshole to you Princess."

"How come?"

"Are you saying you want me to be an asshole to you Princess?"

"N-no just curious."

Ransom sighs and sat back down on the bench and dragged you with him so you were sat on his lap. He looked at you and smiled tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You don't remember do you?"

"R-remember what?"

Ransom smiled again:

"You were the first person to be nice to me on my first day on university. Infact you showed me around."

You remembered then.

Instead of him being cocky and smug back then, he was slightly timid and the entire time you showed him round you were talking about writing. He was telling you how he was to inherit a writing company and you telling him you struggle with it but you adore reading. When you finally finished the chore, he gave you a book by his grandfather. Claiming that the book he gave you was his style of writing.

Grinning at Ransom you reached into your bag and pulled the worn out book.

'Love's a Vicious Killer'

"So you do remember Princess?"

You giggled and hugged him. He was taken aback but happily returned the hug. Anything to have you close.

"You still wanna talk shit Princess?"

"Definitely. Did you hear that Derick is thinking of proposing to Jane! They're so young and they've only dated a month."

Ransom let out a hearty chuckle and looked at you with a lopsided smirk.

"I'd marry you in less than a month Princess. Don't get in the way of others happiness or karma will get ya."

You blushed and looked away. He was right you were being judgemental. And now your head was swirling with fantasies of you and Ransom married.

"If we were married you'd have to accept the fact that we're living in a cute little house."

"Little? Oh no Princess we're going to have a big family, can't have a small house."

"What? How many kids are we expecting to have Ranny?"

"At least five. I need to see you constantly full Princess so then everyone knows that the asshole got the sunshine."

You giggled at him and looked at your phone and sighed. Your Uber was gonna be another half an hour. Ransom saw this too and decided he wasn't done talking about your future.

"Why don't you get a lift back with me Princess? I promise you, my mum will love you more than me."

You looked at him hesitantly. You took a thought and decided that you should. Ransom rarely talked to anyone, it was nice that he was talking to you. So with a smile you agreed.

"Sure, but only if you agree that I get to name all our sons!"

"Absolutely princess. You can name them all, you're going through birth. I think it's your right."

You giggled with him.

"Cmon princess this is us. Let's go"

Ever since that car ride home from Ransom and his mum, you've been inseparable. He was right his mum adored you, infact she loved you so much she invited you to dinner every Sunday. And ofcourse you accepted because you truly adored his mum, she was smart and strong and always complimented how amazing your cookies tasted.

Which reminded you to take the cookies out of your bag so you can give them to Ransom. As you leaves class you see him stood opposite, waiting patiently against the wall. When he looks up at the noise and sees you and smiles which you return.

"Hi princess, how was class?"

"It was supa good Ranny. Also I have cookies but they're for this Sunday as an apology that I won't be there!"

It was like the world stopped. Why would you not be there, it left Ransom infuriated. You can't just skip one of the meals. It's mandatory now the you were his girlfriend even if you weren't aware of it.

"Why won't you be there sugar?"

"Oh because I have a date with Jeremy!"

Ransom could have snapped Jeremy's neck right there and the fucked you hard against the wall right over his dead body. He was radiating pure anger. How dare you choose another man over him! How dare you choose Jeremy, a guy you claimed was too sweet over him! Ransom swallowed his murderous thoughts and shaped them into a fake smile.

"I thought you didn't like him Princess?"

"Well, he got me flowers and said he adored working with me! I was stunned but it was so sweet I loved it!"

Ransom let out a laugh while trying to hold back his rage. So there wasn't anything too sweet for you, huh? Well too late Princess now you have to deal with the sour taste of Ransom.

"Well ain't that cute, just know though Princess you're missing out on going on a date with me."

You giggled at Ransom, completely oblivious to his jealousy. You had thought about you and Ransom alot but he never made a move so you decided to move on before you got hurt by him.

"Like you'd ever ask me Ranny! If you did maybe it'd be us going to the cinemas instead of me and Jeremy!"

Ransom was done. He missed his chance and now someone was going to have to pay, and he knew who. He was going to have you no matter what. For now though he'll enjoy the rest of the day with you and make sure to get all the details out of you about Jeremy. Including where he lives.

It was a day before the news spread about Jeremy breaking his legs and Sunshines heart. But luckily Ransom was there to hide his fingerprints from the crime scene and there to fix your heart.

You laid on his couch crying over how stupid you could have been to trust him. Jeremy wasn't sweet, he was sour and bitter.

"C'mon Princess come here"

You got up and sat on Ransoms lap snuggling into him. Ransom laced his hand under your chin and made you look at him before he enchanted you with his softly spoken words;

"You didn't need him Princess. You need someone who can hold you, spoil you and someone who's family adores you. I hate to say it but I'm the winner. And I promise you this princess, I will protect you, I'll keep you warm. Anything you want, you have. Just be mine. Be mine and you'll see how amazing life truly can be at my side."

Before you could agree Ransoms strong hand slithered up to your cheek and then behind your head where he pulled you to him and kissed you. His lips were soft and they fit yours so perfectly. You pulled away for breath. Looking into his blue eyes so intently.

You repositioned yourself so you were straddling his lap, before you closed the distance again and kisses him. You felt his tongue gently nudge your mouth open. He was so dominating even through a kiss you could tell he was in control and he was holding back. When you pulled away for air. You looked at him desperately you whispered gently against his lips.

"I'm all yours Ransom. All yours. Need you so bad."

And like that every ounce of control Ransom had slipped through the cracks and he knew that he had you.

He flipped you over so that you back was against the couch and Ransom was on top of you.

He looked down at you hungrily and looked back up at you before kissing you desperately. You could feel your souls intertwining through the passion of the kiss. All the while Ransoms wandering hands were pulling his top off and unbuckling his belt. You giggled at how rushed you both were.

When you were finally free from clothes and was left vulnerable to Ransoms stare you felt insecure, what if he didn't like how you looked? That thought was shortly cut off by Ransoms though,

"Fuck you're a fucking model. What the fuck your body is so fucking beautiful."

Before you could even return the compliment or even blush, Ransom was back on top of you and was kissing down your neck. Ensuring that you were covered in his marks. He leaned down to the valley of your breasts before he turned to your left breast and took the nipple into his mouth. Coating it in his spit, his tongue circling it happily. His other hand was toying with your nipple making you wetter by the second. When he pulled a way you moaned in disappointment before he tapped your pussy in warning for being so impatient.

"Fuck you're so sweet baby, can't wait for these to fill with milk. Fucking pretty tits. Hiding these from me the entire time and now I'm playing with them you're moaning like a little whore."

You whined as his fingers leaned down and dipped into wet hole. He let out a groan,

"So warm and wet, and so fucking tight. Better than my fist ever will be. Gonna ruin your little fucking hole."

He travelled down so his face was positioned infront of your pussy before you could even say anything. He licked a long strip up your pussy enjoying how you shivered. He smiled before he suckled on your clit while his fingers dove into you, immediately finding that spot that made you toes curl in your little pussy.

"Fucking little baby pussy you have. You're gonna cum so fast aren't you, you gonna let me taste it? You gonna let daddy taste your sweet cum, Princess?"

His constant licks and pushes of his fingers matched with his dirty tongue took you overboard before you came all over his fingers and tongue. Allowing him to taste you cum as he practically begged.

"Sweet. Fuckin knew it. All the candy you eat goes straight to your cunt."

As you were coming down from your high, you looked down and saw Ransoms cock. The pink head was dribbling in precum and all you could think was how would it fit. He was so big and wide. Surely it would hurt. Your thoughts were cut off once again as he plunged the head of his cock into your tight little pussy.

"H-Hugh! It hurts please take it out!"

"Fuck so fucking tight. Stupid little whore calling me Hugh. My name's Ransom or Daddy to you."

"Take it out daddy please!"

"Fuck you're just so tight I can't baby. You asked for this, you wanted this baby. Remember when we were talking about the future. 5 kids, you're gonna be pregnant with our first by the end of tonight."

Just as you were about to deny him, he sunk his entire length into you. Stealing the words from you and replacing them with a groan of ecstasy from his own lips. You felt tears spring in your eyes. You felt like a rabbit trapped by the wolf. You fell for Ransoms tricks and now you were paying the price.

He slowly pulled out leaving just the tip in before repeating the action ensuring each thrust was accompanied by the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your flesh. He reached his hand down and started playing with your clit. Making you feel pleasure from being stuffed with Ransoms cock.

As he set a pace and started pounding you, he leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth again, licking and sucking it. Making you arch your back and push your tits into his face more. He pulled back and smirked while letting out groans. He was admiring how beautiful you were stuffed with his cock, your tits bouncing and your eyes in the back of your head.

"Fucking look at you. Perfect Little cock whore. I was right to choose you. Knew from the day I met you this pussy would be worth it. That you would be worth. Fucking accepting that book from me, didn't even know it had a listening device in it. Had to listen to you playing with my pretty pussy for years. Know everything about you Princess. You're fucking mine!"

You could feel yourself draw closer to the edge, Ransom could feel it too so he leaned down and kissed you taking all the pathetic moans out of your mouth and swallowing them down with his delicious grunts. As Ransoms pace increased you came marking his cock as yours. The sudden tightness of your pussy made his thrusts stutter and his eyes roll back before he came inside you and marked you as his equally.

You laid there for a while both catching your breaths. As you looked down you saw something shiny on your hand. You brought it up to your face a saw a ring on it. More specifically you left hand, on your ring finger. Ransom grabbed your hand and kissed it.

"Your mine princess. Since day one. You can't escape me. But I promise if you stay by my side, anything you want will be yours. Just be my good girl and life will reward you."

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