#My life is so boring i day dream about like. Eating lunch and walking to class with my faves😔 watching them tie their shoes.

[rxmqnova]

The other universe

Y/N: 25 years old Wanda: 29 years old Story: Wanda kidnapped her girlfriend from a different universe… ——————————————————

Y/N'S POV "Please Y/N/N, I really need you to wake up" I hear someone's voice in my head. Everything's dark around me. Why's everything dark? "Y/N/N, I need you" The woman's voice whispers. Finally I manage to open my eyes, the light making me blink a few times to adjust. I find myself in a hospital room… again?!

"Y/N/N" An angelic voice says, my eyes widen when I see the love of my life next to my bed. Wanda's smiling at me, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Wha… What happened?" I ask confused. I just got back to the compound from the hospital after the battle with Thanos, so what am I doing here? Wanda, my sisters Natasha and Yelena, just none of the Avengers had no idea who I am just like Thanos promised after I managed to destroy the reality stone. I did it for nothing though, he used the time stone Strange gave him and got the stone back, ruining my life. But I'm so confused right now… Does Wanda remember me now? Was that just a dream? Or is someone really messing up with me?

"You were badly hurt, my love. But it's okay now. I'm here and I'm never leaving you" Wanda smiles, pressing another kiss to my forehead, then holding my hand and rubbing my knuckles with her thumb. Tears immediately get into my eyes, it was all just a bad dream. "No, no. Don't cry, baby. You need to rest and this is hurting you" She says, wiping my tears out with her thumbs.

"I had the worst dream ever" I sigh, taking Wanda's hands in mine. "Nobody remembered me. You didn't remember me, Nat and Yelena didn't remember me. It was terrible" I say weakly, new tears forming in my eyes.

"Baby, it's all okay now. It was just a bad dream, you have nothing to worry about. I'm here with you" Wanda smiles, kissing my forehead again. I missed her so much.

"Please don't leave me" I whisper, holding her hands tightly on which Wanda gives me a warm smile.

"I will never leave you, darling" She leans in, pecking my lips with a sweet kiss which brings a weak smile onto my face.

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The next few days Wanda hasn't left my side. My sisters haven't showed up which worries me a little bit, but Wanda said they're on a mission.

They're letting me out of the hospital today which is great, cause I really was starting to get bored in here.

Wanda pulls over, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion… This is not the Avengers compound.

"Wands? Why are we in the middle of nowhere? I thought we're going home" I ask her on which Wanda smiles, taking my hand in hers.

"You need to rest, honey. We'll go back to the compound when you're completely okay" She explains, pressing a kiss to my hand she's holding. She walks over to the passenger seat, opening the door for me. "My lady" She waits for me to take a hold of her hand which makes me chuckle.

"Such a gentlewoman" I smile, trying not to laugh. Wanda chuckles, pressing a kiss to my cheek and interlocking our fingers as we walk inside the little house.

"Okay, my love. Take a seat and I'll make us something to eat" Wanda smiles, leading me to the kitchen. I smile back, pecking Wanda's lips before sitting on a chair.

Wanda gets into cooking straight away. I missed the sight of her in the kitchen. She's the best cook ever and the way she's moving around the kitchen… I could watch her all day.

As I said, Wanda is the best cook ever. The lunch she prepared tastes amazing. I've told her like 10 times already. I like the way she blushes every time I say it.

"Wands, let me help you" I whine, trying to get my girlfriend into agreeing that I help cleaning up. She cooked, so it's only fair if I help her to wash the dishes.

"Y/N/N, I said no. You need to rest and I don't mind doing that. Wait on the couch and choose something to watch. I'll join you in a minute" Wanda smiles as I only pout. She kisses the pout away, sending me on the couch.

I choose The Dick Van Dyke Show as it's mine's and Wanda's favorite. We're both huge sitcom lovers. Wanda joins me in a minute, wrapping her arms around me as my head rests on her shoulder.

"What are we watching?" Wanda kisses my forehead, only causing me to snuggle up to her more. I missed these moments so much.

"Our favorite… The Dick Van Dyke Show" I smile, seeing her smile back. "I missed you so much" I sigh out.

"I missed you too, you have no idea how much" She says, playing with my hair and kissing the top of my head. "I love you, Y/N/N"

"I love you too, Wands" I look at her, moving closer to connect our lips into passionate kiss. Wanda showing she's the dominant one takes control of the kiss immediately.

We pull away and Wanda gives me the cutest smile ever. God, I love my girlfriend so much. I smile back, cuddling up to her and resting my head back on her shoulder.

"How long will we stay here?" I ask, now playing with Wanda's rings.

"Until you're completely okay" Wanda answers. "I can't risk anything happening to you again. I can't lose you, Y/N" She says, her lips pressing a kiss to my head.

"You won't. We're inseparable" I smile, giving her hand a kiss and interlocking our fingers.

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A week has passed since we came here. Wanda and I are currently on the garden, just walking around while holding hands, enjoying the nice weather. I'm feeling way better now. I think we might go home to the compound soon.

"Wanda, let the girl go" Someone says behind us. Wanda and I stop walking, turning around and seeing Stephen Strange standing behind us.

"Baby, can you go inside? I'll be right there" Wanda smiles at me, squeezing my hand.

"No. Don't listen to her, Y/N. You don't belong here" He says quickly, making me furrow my brows. What does that mean?

"Honey, don't listen to him. Please go inside" Wanda says, giving me her stern look, so I better turn around and start walking inside.

"You're not from this universe, Y/N" Strange says, making me turn around and look at him confused.

"What do you mean?" I ask, tilting my head in confusion.

"Y/N/N, please don't listen to him" Wanda sighs, taking my hand in hers.

"Wanda used dark magic to get you here. You don't belong here. This is not your universe" As much as I don't like this guy for giving Thanos the time stone… he sounds like he's telling the truth. Wanda would never do anything to hurt me though. Wanda's jaw clenches as she turns around, looking really angry.

"You can't take her away from me, Stephen!" Wanda raises her voice.

"Wanda, you kidnapped an innocent girl. Your Y/N is dead. You can't just steal another version of her" Strange says. I'm dead? Another version of me? What in the world?!

"I-I'm dead? What? I. No. I-I'm here" I say confused, tears forming in my eyes as I'm waiting for an explination from my girlfriend.

"See what you're doing?! You're gonna ruin everything! I can't lose her again. I won't lose her again!" Wanda yells at him before turning at me, cupping my cheeks with her hands and wiping out my tears. "Y/N, I promise you're okay. We're okay. You believe me right?" Wanda smiles softly.

"I-I. Yeah. But… the… the weird dream I had that I told you about… was that really a dream?" I ask. It felt way too real to be a dream. I'm just so confused right now.

"It wasn't. It was reality" Strange speaks up before Wanda could say anything. "And we have to get you back"

"No!" Wanda turns around, ready to attack him. I have to do something!

"Hey, Hey. Stop" I quickly stand in between them. "I want to know the whole truth… please" I look at Wanda, pleading her with my eyes. She stares at me for a few seconds before letting out a quiet 'okay'.

"Let's go inside. You still need to rest. I'll tell you everything, I promise" She says, holding my hand.

We head back inside, Strange following us. I immediately sit on the couch, Wanda next to me, still holding my hand tightly while Strange stands in front of us.

"So?" I encourage, giving Wanda's hand a comforting squeeze.

"I… I brought you here from a different universe. The… dream you had wasn't a dream, it really happened. In your universe everyone forgot who you are and in mine… the battle with Thanos was completely different than what you experienced" She stops for a second, tears quietly running down her face. I rub her knuckles with my thumb for a support. "Thanos got all of the Infinity stones and… half population of the world disappeared, including me… my Y/N/N, she… she sacrificed herself to get everyone back" She sobs which breaks my heart. I hate seeing Wanda crying, whether she's my Wanda or this Wanda. "I lost my parents, my brother… then the love of my life. I just couldn't live without you anymore. I needed you, so I thought that you and I could be happy together. I'm sorry" She breaks into tears completely, bringing tears into my eyes.

"Wands" I whisper, wrapping my arms around her. "You didn't mean it in a bad way, it's okay. I'm not mad at you" I wipe her tears out, giving her a smile while tears quietly run down my cheeks.

"Now you know. We have to get you back" Strange speaks… Do I even wanna go back? Nobody remembers me and here I have what I've always wanted. Sure, this is not my Wanda Wanda, but she's still my Wanda and she clearly loves me and I don't think it's possible to get everyone remember me in my universe. Plus… I think I deserve to be a little selfish after everything I've been through in the Red Room.

"Hold up. I think it's my decision if I want to go back in the first place" I tell him seriously. Wanda looks up at me, her red puffy eyes watching me confused.

"Y/N, you are dead in this universe. You have to go back" He tells me seriously.

"What if I don't want to?… Look… Nobody remembers me in my universe, my Wanda, my sisters, nobody. The Infinity stones are destroyed in my universe, so I can't use the reality stone to rewrite reality again and get everyone to remember me. My Wanda plans kids with Vision and I'm nobody to her, but here… here Wanda and I could be happy together. I could have my sisters, my family. Maybe this is how it was supposed to be and this Wanda and this me were meant for each other" I tell him.

"These are not the rules, you can't just-" He starts, but I cut him off.

"Rules" I scoff. "So you can break the rules and give Thanos the time stone, but Wanda and I can't break the rules?" I raise an eyebrow at him. "I want to stay here with Wanda and you won't make me to go back" I decide, Strange looking at me angrily.

"Really?" Wanda's breaking voice asks. I give her an honest smile, nodding my head.

"Yeah… If you want me to stay" I squeeze her hand that I'm still holding.

"I.. of course I do" She smiles, few more tears escaping her eyes. "Perfect. Then I think… Wait, I have an important question… Do you like Taylor Swift?… Do you guys have Taylor Swift here, right?" I ask which makes Wanda chuckle.

"We do and I love every one of her songs" Wanda answers.

"Perfect. Then I think this will work" I smile.

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Hopefully this makes sense...

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Tail Between My Legs

Pairing: Curtis Everett x F!Reader

Summary: After growing up in the front section, you meet a man from the tail section when he sneaks into your room to hide from the guards after him. He defies all your preconceptions. And yet, the heart wants what it wants. In this case, it wants Curtis Everett.  

Warnings: Mentions of reader’s dead sister, brief sexual imagery.

A/N: I would like to thank my sister for the brilliant title lol. Also, this is the start of a short series so stay tuned for more!

Every day seemed to bleed right into the next. There was no differentiation between yesterday, today, or tomorrow. Life was just one long string of days that seemed to have no end. That was, until you met him. It had started as a day just like any other. You sat with your family in the dining car, eating a lunch made up of foods that you couldn’t even pronounce the names of. However, you weren’t terribly hungry. Picking at your plate, you decided that you’d had enough and excused yourself. As you walked from car to car, you couldn’t find anything that brought you any kind of excitement. Every compartment had a different amenity that seemed altogether useless to you. Finding yourself too bored to do anything, you decided to slip away to your cabin and take a long nap. 

Climbing up into the top bunk, you get comfy under several thick blankets. You were drifting off to sleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. You didn’t dream. You hadn’t been able to dream for months. Even your slumber was endlessly boring. The minutes ticked past as you snored until the world began to darken. You slept so soundly that you didn’t hear the door to your cabin opening up. Nor did you hear the shuffling of another person sneaking inside. The man hunkered down, watching carefully through the window beside the door as a team of guards ran past the room. Huffing out a sigh he slumped over in his crouched position, looking around the small cabin. If it hadn’t been for your gentle snoring he might not have known that you were there, tucked warmly beneath layers of blankets. As delicately as he could he pulled away the top blanket to look at your face. Your eyes were still shut, lost in a dreamless sleep. 

Seeing that he hadn’t woken you up he figured he would slip out as easily as he had slipped in and you would be none the wiser. That’s when another grouping of guards come running past the cabin. Jumping down again, he shuts his eyes tightly. Just as he’s about to slide out of the door there is a harsh knock. Unsure of what to do now he spots an opening beneath the lower bed and crawls underneath, hiding himself away. The knock is enough to wake you up as you blink heavily, looking towards the door. Seeing a guard standing outside your room made you snap upright in your bed quickly before climbing down the ladder. Once you were on the ground again you opened the door, rubbing away the sleepiness in your eyes.

“Can I help you?” You ask groggily. 

“Sorry to disrupt you ma’am. We’re looking for a tail section passenger that managed to escape to the front.” The words buzz inside your brain. A tail section passenger. You’d never met anyone from the tail section before but you’d always been so curious. You could never admit this to anyone but you found the class system to be wildly unfair. To know that the poorer among you were treated so disgustingly made you wish for a better world. Now one of them had figured out a way to slip past the guards and into the front section. How impossibly exciting. “If you wouldn’t mind we’re searching all of the cabins in this section of the train. May I come in?” At this the man under your bed recoils, bracing himself to be discovered. 

As much as you knew that you should allow him inside, something in the depths of your heart told you not to. A deep unshakable feeling. “Yes I do mind as a matter of fact.” When he hears this Curtis lets out a silent breath. “I think I would know if there was a tail section passenger in my room. You have no reason to search this cabin.” 

“With all due respect, ma’am, he might have snuck in without your knowledge. Those filthy tail sectioners can be crafty miss.” 

“Do you think I’m stupid?” 

“Excuse me ma’am?” 

“Do. You. Think. I’m. Stupid?” The guard blinks in return. 

“No, of course not.” 

“So don’t you think I would know if there was someone in my room? Don’t you think I would be well aware of that fact?” 

“I suppose so ma’am.” 

“I’m telling you that there is no one else here. So you have no reason to search this cabin.” The guard takes a wary look around the room and you hold your breath, afraid he might barge his way inside nonetheless. However he straightens up and nods to you. 

“Sorry to bother you ma’am. Have a lovely day.” As soon as he’s gone you let out the deep breath you’d been holding in your chest. Watching from the window you wait until he’s fully out of sight before quickly drawing the blinds and locking the door. Now that the guard has disappeared you look around the room. You get another unwavering feeling in your gut which you can’t help but act on. 

“Is someone in here?” You ask quietly. For a moment all is silent. Then you hear a rustling from under the bed. “It’s okay. I’m not gonna turn you in. I just want to see you.” You assure the unknown entity. 

The man under the bed knows that he can’t hide anymore. Resigning himself, he scoots out into the open room before standing to his full height. He’s taller than you, towering over you intimidatingly. He’s caked in dirt and grime but you’d have to be blind not to see how handsome he is. He watches you intensely, his features dark and intriguing. His hands clench and unclench as he eyes the door, deciding whether or not he should make a run for it. You pick up on this immediately and soften your features to put him at ease. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. There’s guards swarming this hall. You won’t get five feet before they find you. Who knows what will happen when they do.” The man doesn’t answer, simply exchanging glances between you and the door. Finally he lets out a deep sigh, knowing that you’re right. There’s nowhere for him to go now.

“I promise I won’t turn you in.” You say, sensing his growing unease. “Unlike the other snobs up here, I don’t think you deserve the treatment you’ve gotten. It’s not right.” He simply watches you, taking in your form. He’d be lying if he said that you weren’t one of the most beautiful creatures he’d ever laid eyes on. Your tantalizing figure drew him in and your soft, gentle features tugged at his heart. He hadn’t seen a woman like you in ... well, seventeen years. 

“Where are you headed?” You ask although with the information you’ve gathered you’re sure you already know the answer. 

“Engine room.” He says gruffly. You take in his words, contemplating what his intentions could mean for you and your family. 

“Are you going to stop the train?” You ask out of genuine curiosity.

“No. I’m not going to stop the train. I just think it could do with some new management.” You nod, honestly agreeing with him. Wilford had been under power for far too long. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to put someone just and merciful in charge. Was the man standing in front of you the answer? You couldn’t tell yet, still wary of the stranger.

“I happen to agree with you.” You decided to say, showing him that you were truly no threat. “A man like Wilford only cares about himself. We need a leader that cares about everyone aboard this train.” 

“Why should I believe a front sectioner?” He inquired. 

“For the same reason that I’m not calling those guards in here. I have faith. Faith that you aren’t who they make you out to be. Maybe you should have faith that I’m not what I seem on the surface either.” The two of you stood locked like that in a world of uncertainty, trying to determine what you both thought of the other person. He didn’t have a weapon on him and even if he had he didn’t seem to want to hurt you. He just seemed like a man trying to do the right thing. Those are the kind of people this train desperately needed more of. 

“Maybe you’re right. We could use more compassion in this world. At least there’s one person on this train that seems to have some.” 

“Two people.” You add, gesturing to him. The uneasiness in your chest dissipates as you realize that he’s come to the same conclusion about you that you’ve come to about him. “You look tired. You’ve come a long way. Why don’t you sit down?” You say, moving back towards the corner to where your plush leather chair was positioned. Pushing it forward, you offer him the seat and after a moment of staring you down he moves to sit. A groan escapes him as he sinks down into the chair, unable to contain himself after what felt like days of constant walking. The pliable leather cradled him and his eyes lulled, nearly shutting against his will. “Is it comfortable?” You ask.

“Yes.” He replies softly. This makes you smile to yourself, happy to see him so at ease. “God, I haven’t been comfortable in seventeen years.” He adds, making your heart weep. After growing up in the front section you had come to take your luxuries for granted. Now, seeing him in such deep appreciation for something as simple as a soft chair, you were much more grateful for what you had. 

“It’ll probably be a few days before the guards disperse. You’re welcome to stay until they’re gone.” The man remembers the situation he’s in, sitting up so that his arms are resting on his knees. 

“Thanks. I’ll probably have to take you up on that offer.” 

“Anything you need.” You tell him with a sweet smile. Much to your surprise the man smiles back. His teeth are beautifully white and his crooked grin makes your heart skip a beat or two.

“You’ve got a nice smile.” You can’t help but say. 

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t have reason to smile very often.” You nod, the grin disappearing from your face at his sad sentiment. 

“What’s your name?” You ask, effectively changing the subject. 

“Curtis.” He replied, nodding in your direction. “What’s yours?” 

“Y/N.” You tell him. As you do he extends a hand to you. You lean down, taking it in yours as you shake it firmly. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you too Curtis.” His eyes leave yours briefly to look at the bottom bunk in front of him. He gestures to it. 

“You have a roommate?” 

“I, uh--” A sigh escapes your chest. “I did. My sister.” 

“She’s not coming back anytime soon, is she?” 

“No. She won’t be, uh ... She’s not ...” You take a breath to gather your thoughts. “She passed away. So, no. She’s not coming back.” 

“Oh.” He adds, seeing your discomfort. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay. I’m sure you’ve lost far more people in your lifetime than I have. It’s just, um, a fairly recent wound. That’s all.”

“Loss isn’t easy for anyone. No matter where they’re born or how much privilege they have. Grief is one of the only truly unifying human experiences.” He adds, extending a hand outwards to take hold of your own. The gentle gesture takes you by surprise and your immediate instinct is to back away from him. However, you don’t. You stand there and let this stranger hold your hand, his thumb rubbing circles on top of yours. Soon he lets go and you take a deep breath, not having realized that you were holding it in. 

“Thanks.” Clearing your throat, you pace towards the door. “Hey, um ... are you hungry by any chance?” He laughs at this. 

“I’m starving actually.” 

“Why don’t I go get you some food? The dining car is just right down the hall. I’ll be there and back in no time.” He contemplates the risks for a moment before standing up and walking towards the beds. 

“I’d really appreciate that.” You nod, watching as he begins hiding under the bed again. You figure it’s smart, just in case anyone gets the bright idea to go peeping in your room. As soon as he’s safely hidden you step into the hall, looking both directions warily. Guards are posted at both ends, vigilantly watching the car. Swallowing thickly, you begin walking down towards the dining compartment. The guards don’t so much as look at you as you pass them by. Your heart hammers with excitement as you enter the next car, unable to contain your giddiness at your highly illegal act. You were harboring a fugitive in your room. How could you have possibly known that was the kick you needed to bring a little bit of joy back into your life? Yet here you were, happier than you’d been in months. 

There was a long countertop where food was served. Walking up to the closest end, you pulled a waiter over. “Hi. What’s on the menu?” You asked, resting your forearms against the wooden surface.

“Steak with potatoes and assorted vegetables.” 

“I’ll take mine rare please.” You say with a smile. The man smiles back and quickly goes about making your food. Well, Curtis’ food. It’s not long before he’s done, handing you the warm plate. You thank him and head back down the hall towards your room. The guards still don’t look your way as you open up the door quickly and disappear inside the cabin. As soon as you set foot inside the room he can smell the food. He makes quick work of sliding out from under the bed, standing up and immediately eyeing the plate in your hands. “You struck me as a rare steak kind of guy.” You say with a grin. The man yanks the food from your hands, sitting down in the chair again as he digs in with his fingers. He begins shoveling the potatoes and vegetables into his mouth, groaning lowly as he enjoys every single bite. Soon enough the plate is clean and he hands it back to you. 

“Thank you.” He says, remembering his manners. 

“Of course.” You add as he yawns. It triggers a yawn in your chest as well and you glance out the window at the dark wasteland. “It’s late. I’m sure you’re exhausted. Should we get some sleep?”

“Sleep sounds amazing.” He admitted. Just as he was about to sit on the edge of your sister’s old bed, you stopped him. 

“I’m sorry. It’s just ... no one has slept there since ... my sister. I’d rather if you slept in my bed with me. There’s plenty of room up there for both of us and I can promise it’s very comfortable.” 

“No worries. You don’t have to explain anything to me.” Just as he’s about to start climbing the ladder he stops, squirming in his clothes. He’d been wearing them for what felt like forever and he wanted one night’s sleep without being so restricted. He turned to look at you with a reproachful expression. “I’m sorry. Could I ... take off a few layers?” The request takes you off guard as you begin to imagine climbing in bed with this large, handsome man, only a few layers of blankets between you. Clearing your throat, you banish the thought. 

“Of course. Whatever will make you comfortable.” He nods, peeling off his jacket and hiding it under the bed in case anyone should get in during the night. He kicks off his shoes before sliding them beneath the bed as well. Lastly, he pulls his shirt off over his head, showing his torso. He’s big, muscles rippling as he throws the shirt under the bed too. It’s impossible for you to look away as he begins climbing the ladder. His back muscles flex deliciously as he moves upwards before finally falling into the bed. You take a deep breath, changing quickly into your pajamas out of Curtis’ field of vision before following him up the ladder and into the bunk. When you get there his eyes are already closed. You get comfy beside him, pulling the blankets up over you as you watch him breathe slowly. 

Once you’re sure he’s sleeping, you look at him intently. Soon you find your hand reaching to graze over his chest before gliding up to his jaw, touching him ever so gently. You just can’t help it with how vulnerable he looks. This gruff and guarded man who has probably never seen as much kindness as you’ve shown him, sleeping soundly as a baby. After a moment you take your hand away, tucking it beneath the blankets to stop you from touching him anymore. “Good night Curtis.” You whisper before turning over and closing your eyes. 

If you hadn’t fallen asleep so quickly you might have seen Curtis open his eyes, turning over to let them trace across your sweet face. His entire life he’d been taught to believe that the front sectioners were the enemies of this story. Now here he was in bed with one. Not only was he in bed with one but he was restraining himself harder than he ever had from returning your gentle touch. Keeping himself at a distance so he wouldn’t let his lips press against your shoulder as his fingertips danced beneath the blanket. He had been so touch starved for so long that even the lightest touch from you was enough to make tears spring to his eyes. He wanted more. He wanted all of you but he knew that wasn’t practical. You were from two different worlds. However, the man could dream. And he did. As he fell asleep he was plagued with images of your naked form writhing beneath him. God. It was going to be a long couple of days. 

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[twoidiotwriters1]

Congrats on the 800! I would like to request Taylor Swift's "Lover" (the song, not the album obsvly) with Remus Lupin, pretty please? They're in their twenties and he and the reader are finally able to build a life together🥺🥺

This month is so sad for us HP old fans specially when we think about Lupin so I thought I’d give us some fluff to get by -Danny

All’s well that ends well —(Remus LupinxGN!reader)

Listen to ‘Lover’ -by Taylor Swift

“I’m home!”

“I’m in the bathtub!”

Remus makes his way through the hall and stops at the door, he knocks softly before hearing you gently say “come in”, and his head peers through with a smile.

“Hi, pretty.”

“Hello,” you sigh, leaning your head against the edge of the tub.

“’Tis a odd time to get a bath,” he teases you, looking down at his wrist. “It’s the middle of the afternoon.”

You shrug. “I was bored and had time to spare. Wanna join?”

He shook his head but approached nonetheless. Remus crouched next to you and kissed your forehead. 

“You want something?”

“Like what?”

“Anything,” he said with a loving gaze. “A glass of wine, chocolate, book?”

You look at him with amusement. “Did you do something?”

He laughs. “No, I’m just in the mood to spoil you.”

You reach for his hand and kiss the back of it, then his knuckles, one by one.

“I’m almost done here, how about a movie?”

“You wanna go out?”

“No, let’s watch it here,” you retorted. “Turn on the tv, make some popcorn— i bet there must be some spooky marathon going on, it’s October...”

“Go it,” he squeezed your hand in his and leaned closer, giving you a short peck. 

You walk into the living room wearing one of Remus’ old flannel shirts and your underwear, it’s starting to get cold, but considering you’re about to spend the rest of the day cuddling with your boyfriend you don’t worry much about the lack of clothing in your body.

When Remus sees you he stops to look at you, again that softness in his eyes. He opens his arms without saying a word and you quickly make your way toward the young man.

“How was your morning?” He asks against your cheek.

“Okay, though I missed you when I woke up,” you reply.

“I got up early and got hungry, then I realized we didn’t have any milk and went to get some— and then I just lost track of time looking at the Halloween decorations across town, we have some creative neighbors, darling.”

You laugh. “You saw that one with the witch’s legs sticking out of a tombstone?”

Remus laughs as well. “One of my favorites, the amount of inaccuracies intrigues me.”

“Hey, wait a second,” you move away from his frowning. “Did you just say you’ve been out the whole morning and half of the day?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you eat anything at all?”

Remus grimaced. “I got so distracted the hunger kind of just... went away.”

“Moony,” you scowl. “You promised you’d stop doing that!”

“Sorry, sorry— but I’m eating now.”

“Popcorn and soda are not a proper meal.”

“Fine, I’ll cook something,” he shakes his head, still smiling. “You had breakfast?”

“Obviously.”

“What about lunch?”

“Well, no. I was in the bathtub, but I’m not hungry, I had a good breakfast. Come, sit at the counter and keep me company while I make you something.”

“You don’t have to...”

“I want to,” you cup his face. “Let me, please.”

Remus sighs. “Okay...”

Once you make sure Remus has had enough to eat, you go to the living and turn on the tv, one of your favorite movies shows up and you squirm with excitement.

“See? I told you! Oh man, that one’s such a classic...”

Remus sits next to you and puts an arm around your shoulders, he pulls a blanket over the two of you with his free hand. 

“Hey.” The young man nudged your shoulder.

You look up at him with a curious gaze. “What?”

“Are you happy?”

The question catches you off guard, you’d think the answer is pretty obvious.

“I’m spending the weekend at home, with my boyfriend keeping me warm and watching my favorite movie— why wouldn’t I be happy?”

He shakes his head a little, eyes gleaming adoringly. “Sometimes it scares me... that I’m dreaming this or something— that maybe I’m at my parents’ house, in the basement going through one of my transformations... and this is just something I imagine to stay alive.”

You wrap your arms around him and kiss his neck, all the way up to his cheek, and then give him a soft peck on the lips. 

“I’m here, Moony.”

He cups your face again, leaning his forehead against yours. “I love you so much...”

“I love you too,” you reply, kissing him again.

He suddenly laughs against your lips, it’s short and it takes you by surprise, he moves away covering his mouth in embarrassment.

“Sorry— I just realized how cheesy I am—”

“A little, but I like it,” you confess with a grin.

“I never thought I’d be the kind to blurt out love speeches at random,” he snorts. “If Padfoot could see me now, after all those years looking down on them because I felt so mature...”

“Hey, being affectionate has nothing to do with how mature you are, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” you frown. “Padfoot squirms out of my hugs and he’s a manchild, is he not?”

“A little,” he admits with amusement.

“There you have it, then,” you conclude with a pleased expression. “So be as cheesy as you want, in here no one can judge you but me— and I’ll never do that. This is a safe space for lovebirds.”

Remus wraps his arms around you and squeezes you playfully, kissing all over your face.

“You’re choking me!” You chortle.

“Can’t help it, you’re too lovely—”

“I take it back, this is not a safe space for lovebirds— you’re about to smother me to death!”

“What a good way to go, don’t you think?” He teases you.

Your only reply is laughter, Remus pulls you closer and continues though at least now he’s being more gentle about it. Without really saying it out loud, you conclude that your boyfriend is quite right, this is a great way to go.

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come back… be here | ni-ki

✧ synopsis: working at a cafe can be really fun: the customers being nice, cracking jokes with your coworkers, singing while brewing coffee and so on. but it's even more fun when two members of the staff bicker and fight all day and keep everyone entertained. that's what  hybe cafe is like, thanks to ni-ki and y/n.

⋆06 flower boys (written 1.1k)

y/n was at home. bored.

it was her day off and she was supposed to have a day to herself. and she was having it, she actually did. she had woken up at 9 am, made a cute, healthy breakfast (oats with banana and maple syrup and an iced maple syrup latte), she had gotten ready, did her skin care, wore a cute comfy outfit,  she even started a journal, watched a new kdrama and made lunch for her brother and herself. 

but she was bored. soobin had come home for about 45 minutes, just enough time to eat lunch with his little sister. she had gone soon after and y/n was left alone.

she couldn’t call any of her friends, considering that they were all occupied. beomgyu was working his shift, kazuha was taking her a ballet class, gyuvin was in a lecture, her brother, as she already said, was working and yeonjun was in his little flower shop.

and that’s when finally, a good idea came to her mind: she could visit his brother’s best friend’s flower shop!

she quickly changed into a cute outfit and put on her usual make up: she liked to be always put together even for something silly like visiting her friend’s shop.

she started walking toward the shop, since it wasn’t that long of a journey. she was listening to the love of her life, the woman of her dreams: taylor swift. actually she was listening to this cool playlist with all her favorite female artists and she was really enjoying it. it included taylor, olivia rodrigo, sabrina carpenter, lesserafim, new jeans, billie eilish and many more… she loved it

she finally got to her destination and went into the building. as always the atmosphere was dreamy: flowers and plants everywhere, a simple, fairytail like song playing in the background, the smell of dirt, plants and flowers, mixed with something else, that you couldn’t really put your finger on. 

she loved that smell but she loved the man that worked there even more. so she run up to him and hugged him.

“Y/N” “YEONJUN” they screamed in unison.they kept hugging for a couple seconds.

“what are you doing here? i wasn’t expecting you” he asked

“it’s my day off today and i was having a me day but i got so bored after soobin left to go to the cafe, that i decided that i deserved some flowers from my favorite flower boy” y/n explained

“oh, that makes sense, and i’ll make you a cute bouquet right away. your favorite color is red right? like the best album that was ever put out by the best artist ever right?”

“exactly, you got it”

“roses, some yarrow and some daisies? if i’m not wrong daisies are your favorite-”

“who are you talking to yeo-” a voice from the back of the store said. and not even a second later a tall boy came out.

“what are you doing here.” ni-ki said

“buying flowers. what are YOU doing here? i thought you hated flowers?” y/n responded. why HIM. 

“he is helping me out cause apparently he has a secret talent” yeonjun said, trying to stop the fight before it broke out.

“which is?” y/n asked, since he could not see the boy having any talents beside dancing.

“he is really good at making bouquets and he is going to make yours. please riki, use red roses, yarrow and daisies, they are her favourites. you can also add a few others flowers, just make sure they are red or white.”

“okay, i’ll do it in the back” ni-ki replied, taking the flowers he needed. yeonjun didn’t miss the way y/n’s eyes didn’t leave the boy’s back until it couldn’t be seen from their angle. 

“hey yeonjun” y/n

“yeah?” the older boy replied.

“what are those books up there? are you turning this place into a bookstore now?” she said giggling.

“they are floriography books” 

“what did you just say? yeonjun you know i’m dumb i don’t understand big fancy words” you said jokingly while the boy let out a small laugh

“floriography, it’s the language of flowers. you know how people believe that every flower has a meaning”

“do you believe that?”

“i do, i think it’s fun and i really enjoy reading into what flowers people put into their bouquets. i’ve found out so many people cheat on their partners through flowers you know?”

“that sounds so cool, get me one please” she said, and yeonjun got her one of the books.

“floriography is so dumb” said ni-ki, holding a beautiful bouquet in his hands. it was medium sized, with red and white flowers. it was so pretty that y/n’s breath was taken away for a few seconds.

“thank you so much! this is so pretty. maybe you do have a talent for this” she admitted. she might hate him but he did di a very good job with her bouquet and she appreciated it.

“mh, no problem” ni-ki said sounding a little bit flustered.

“what do you mean tho?” y/n said

“about the floriography thing? i think its dumb and i hate how everything has to have a meaning now days. like let those flowers be” he explained. and with that, the good mood was good. she let out a small puff and let it be: she didn’t want to make a scene today.

she quickly paid for her staff and said goodbye to her friend with a hug and his coworker with a small wave.

when she left the shop, yeonjun looked at ni-ki making a face.

“what?” ni-ki asked, a little but annoyed at his friend and his dumb expression.

“amaryllis and red tulips? really? you think you are slick but you are not” yeonjun said with a little smile

“shut up” ni-ki whispered, turning away and taking his jacket “i’m going home” 

“bye ni-ki” yeonjun said in a sing-a-song voice.

“bye” he responded, rolling his eye.

when she finally got home, y/n looked at the book she got. she looked at the photos, trying to guess the names of all the flowers.

roses meant love, daisies meant innocence, yarrow meant bravery. then the new flowers: red tulips meant lust and the other flowers, red amaryllis, meant unrequited love.

well ni-ki did choose weird flowers for someone who hated her with his whole heart. but he also said that he didn’t like the fact that flowers had meanings. so she just forgot about it and kept on reading.

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[bbyquokka]

I'm glad to hear from you again bae, hope ur having a nice day<3 I noticed your requests are open now and it's not exactly a request but I wanted to share this dream I had and if u could write a small drabble based on it I would be the happiest. So turns out I was in college (i think) with stray kids, they were like super popular and we were not exactly close but ofc I had a crush on Minho. and then one day he got sick and passed out in the middle of campus, for some reason I was there w chan and jisung and a friend of mine, and they asked me to call an ambulance and I did but started crying while on call because I was triggered (IN MY OWN DREAM 😭 and the next is sadly 100% true) and remembered a time when my mom had a pretty bad fall and I had to call an ambulance for her bc i was alone. so the ambulance took him and chan was there comforting me bc i told him why I started to cry and also confessed my crush. my dream leapt to me visiting Minho in his hospital room days after and we talked, and then he was discharged and we started hanging out but life hates me and I that's where my dream ended so, maybe a simple soft happy ending in which he had a crush on me too?

— the feelings mutual

→ PAIRING: Lee Minho x gn!reader

→ GENRE: College!au | fluff

→ SYNOPSIS: After crushing on Minho, you both confess in an unexpected place.

→ WARNINGS: passing out/fainting from exhaustion | hospital setting at the end

→ WORDS: 1.3k

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“You’re drooling, y/n.” Your friend giggles as they nudge you. 

“Huh?” You snap out of your daze, focusing back on your task of eating your lunch.

“If you keep staring at him so much, you’re going to burn holes into him.” Your friend laughs, causing you to flush an embarrassing shade of red.

“Oh, shut up.” You mumble as you pick at your food.

“Why don't you just go over there and talk to him?” You choke on your food, eyes widening at the ludicrous thought

“Absolutely not!” You finally manage to say once you have calmed down. Your friend frowns, a distinct pinch between their brows.

“Why not? You stare at him at any chance you get, y/n! Just go over and talk to him. What are you afraid of?”

“Rejection.” You state. Your friend sighs once again, shrugging their shoulders and resuming their task of eating. They start talking about classes and how boring it is and that they cannot wait to go home. You listened for a while, occasionally nodding to show that you are listening, however, your attention soon turns to the table where your crush is currently situated. A loud “YOH!” and laughter erupting from the group.

The table currently holds a group of 8. They’re the talk of campus. You cannot walk the corridors without hearing the name “Chan.” or “Jeongin”. It's not surprising that they're popular, they all have a range of special talents as well radiating with charism and looks. People either want to be with them or be them; there’s no inbetween. 

You too, also think they’re a charismatic bunch, however, only one captures your eyes. Lee Minho. You can't quite put your finger on it, but there is something about him that just draws you to him. Is it his looks? His talent? How he teases his members? Or is it his cute little bunny teeth? Or they way his eyes scrunch up whilst laughing. Whatever it may be, your crushing on Minho and your crushing hard.

You notice someone approaches them, handing Minho a letter; most likely a confession of their love for him. You watch Minho politely take it, smiling warmly before the girl rushes away, squealing and blushing pink. You sigh. Sometimes you wish you had the balls to do something like that. Some days you think about just doing it, just confess to him. But when you pluck up the courage to do so, all of it disappears in a second. 

“Why is he so cute?” You mumblem thinking out loud.

“Huh?” Your friend looks up at you before looking in the direction you're looking at before rolling their eyes and sighing. 

Minho can feel someone staring at him, burning holes into his back. He frowns, looking behind him and making instant eye contact with you. He gives you a small wave and friendly smile, causing your heart to thump erratically against your ribcage. You give him a shy wave, feeling your cheeks go red.

“You look like a tomato.” Your friend laughs. You huff and pout.

“Oh, shut up!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hey!” You turn in the direction of the voices, blinking before smiling as you see Chan and Jisung running towards you and your friend. “Have you seen Lino?”

You think for a second before shaking your head no slowly. ”No, sorry.”

Chan sighs frustratedly and Jisung chews his lip worriedly. They start talking between themselves, stress and frustration rising between them both. Jisung checks his phone several times, hoping for a message or a call for Lino

“Has something happened?” You ask carefully.

“We can't find him.” Chan states

“I'm sure he hasn't gone far. There can't be that many places to hide on campus.” You laugh softly, hoping it would lighten the mood a little. Chan smiles softly, nodding in agreement.

“We need to go! Lino passed out in the library. Changbin just told me!” Jisung states, worry evident in his voice. You all rush to Minho and true to changbins words, Minho is currently passed out on the floor, the remaining members surrounding him, giving him aid. 

You swallow thickly, memories and panic rising to the surface. It feels all too familiar to you. Your friend soothes your back gently, Chan asking you to phone an ambulance. You nod slowly, feeling yourself go into autopilot mode; flight or fight responses slowly kicking in.

You call the emergence services, putting your phone to your ear as you stare at Minho. Your eyes fill with tears due to worry for him but also because it feels familiar to you. Your friend understood straight away, soothing you the best they could. Chan notices, claiming you've gone pale. Your friend explains why Chan nods and gives a sympathetic smile. He, too, also soothes you, rubbing your back gently whilst thanking you.

“Ambulance please.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

2 days have passed since then. Once you got off the phone to the emergency services, you broke down in tears. You confessed everything to chan, told him about your crush on Minho. It made sense to Chan why you became so worried for Minho. Chan advised you to tell Minho how you truly feel. Told you to go visit him so it's just the two of you. You thought about it and decided to just go for it.

What's the worst that could happen?

You knock on the door, opening it slowly. Minho looks up at you from his hospital bed, currently sitting cross legged whilst watching tv. He smiles softly at you, a small that feels so warm and tender.

“Hi” He greets

“Hey.” You say shyly, walking inside and closing the door. “How are you feeling?”

“Oh y’know.” Minho holds up his hand that currently has a cannula inserted, a tube attached as it drip feeds him liquid. “Could be better.” He gives a light chuckle. You laugh softly, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

Minho frowns, pointing to a chair that's situated beside the bed. You smile, feeling a little awkward as you walk and sit down. 

“Do you know why you passed out?”

“Exhaustion.” Minho looks at your shocked face, laughing softly. “Let's just say I wasn't taking care of myself. Late nights, bad diet, etc.”

“ Minho! It's important that you take care of yourself. You're important to many.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks, “Like who?” You swallow, biting your lip gently.

“Well, your friend and uhm–” You pause, playing with your fingers. Your heart thumping hard against your chests, nerves getting the better of you. You want to tell him so badly, but the words are lodged in your throat. You swallow several times to wet your sudden dry throat, licking your dry lips. You squeeze your eyes shut, opening your mouth to speak only for you to feel lips against yours before pulling away.

You open your eyes. You're instantly met with a flush looking Minho, nervously messing with the skin around his fingers.

“Did you–” You start off, too shocked to understand what just happened. Minho nods slowly.

“I like you. I like you a lot, y/n.” Your brain refuses to understand his words. Heart leaping a thousand beats as butterflies fill your stomach.

Lee Minho. The man whom you've been crushing on since forever, has just kissed you and to top it all off, he likes you too!

“I like you too, Lino.” You whisper shyly. Minho giggles, reaching out to hold your hand.

“I know, Chan told me. He told me to tell you my true feelings and that it may be mutual. So, yeah. I guess it was very ballsy of me to suddenly kiss you too. Sorry if you didn't like it.”

“No! I loved it!” You say, too eagerly.

“Then, once I get discharged from here, will you go on a date with me? That way, I guess I can kiss you some more.” Minho squeezes your hands gently, blushing. You laugh softly, stroking his pink cheeks.

“I’d love that Minho. More than anything in this world!”

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[i-love-an-alcoholic]

Why I consider myself recovered

I don't have cravings.

I'm not 100 % straight-edge. A couple of days ago I ordered a beer while waiting for food and couldn't finish it. It just didn't taste good enough to justify drinking, and it certainly didn't hit any spots. I simply did not feel the urge to drink more, which is something I've really struggled with in the past. Whenever S drinks I have no need to drink with him.

I do sometimes think about drugs and have had dreams about using. When I wake up I may feel a little disturbed, but I ground myself by thinking about my current life and how much happier I am now compared to those days. I have too many things I don't want to lose.

I dislike that feeling.

I used to be one of those people who refuse to do anything sober. In retrospect I ruined a lot of things by that. Nowadays I feel like I can enjoy my nature walks, events, and even grocery shopping to the fullest only when I'm sober. Being on something would, in a way, take something from the experience instead of enhancing or adding to it. I also dislike the lowered inhibitions and lost control, anything that makes me go "Why did I do that…" the next morning (there's a brilliant word for this in my native language but I haven't found an english equivalent). Edit: it's moral hangover.

Even though this sounds dumb, I must say I get high on life itself.

I tolerate boredom.

Being even slightly bored used to be my biggest trigger. When I was detoxing I had an almost unsatiable need to be busy, be it cleaning playing games, drawing or whatever I could think of. I couldn't just sit still even for a little while. If I did, all my bad thoughts took over. At the time I had a phone app that reminded me to do things such as "eat lunch", "take a walk", or "take your meds and go to sleep". Sticking to a routine became my survival strategy until I was well enough to give myself breaks.

I got over this by actively learning to be still. I began by having a cup of tea before bedtime every night. Drinking tea gave me a quiet moment while also giving me grounding points so my thoughts wouldn't take off. I also took a little walk around the neighborhood every night, always the same route. I guess it was some form of mindfulness, and it worked.

Now I'm in a place where I allow myself to be bored sometimes, watch mindless TV, scroll my phone and so forth. The bad thoughts are still a bit of a problem though, but I'm getting better at controlling them. Boredom is fine.

There is more to say about this topic, but these were the main things that came to mind when writing. I know the old saying "Once an addict, always an addict" and while I think there is a certain truth to it, I firmly believe full recovery is possible. This is why I say I'm recovered instead of recovering. Ask box is also open, even though my audience is not that big. Feel free to use it.

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[polaroidbills]

20. new guy

pairing! - non-idol!jungwon x fem!reader

synopsis! - inspired by reckless by madison beer - jungwon promised y/n to never break her already damaged heart, but can he really keep it?

word count! - 702

october 22, 2021

(y/n's pov)

"good morning class, today i want to introduce you to our two new students! please introduce yourselves," the teacher starts the morning.

i look beside her and spot the same two boys from the mall.

"good morning! my name is choi beomgyu. i'm excited to get to know you guys!"

"good morning! i'm hwang hyunjin. i hope we get along with each other!" he's kind of cute...

"okay you guys can sit next to... minnie and y/n, please raise your hands," we both raise our hands.

as they walk towards us, they smile, realizing we've already met.

hyunjin sits on my right, while minnie on my left sits next to beomgyu.

"hey."

"hi," i smile at him.

"so now i'd like to announce that you guys will be doing a partner assignment. now this is worth 15% of your mark and you will be presenting it. i will be choosing your partners and handing out your rubrics and criteria."

great. just what i needed. i lower my head feeling tired and not in the mood. i tune out the voice of my teacher for a little bit. thinking. thinking about how much i don't want jungwon as my partner.

"....minnie and beomgyu, jay and heeseung, y/n and..."

"please no please no please no," i mumble under my breath.

"hyunjin."

yes! i turn to him and high five him.

"jungwon and chaeyeon," i hear celebrations from chaeyeon and see her happliy walking behind us to sit next to him.

the rest of the class was boring and tiring. a bunch of nonsensical chatter oozing from the teachers mouth, talk about the assignment and the expectations for it.

the bell rings for lunch and i grab my things walking out with minnie, to the washroom.

"soo the new guys?" she raises her eyebrows, looking at me suspiciously.

"hyunjin's cute i guess. i'd definitely like to get to know him through this project," i say while fixing my hair.

"you know i've been thinking..."

"yeah? about what?"

"about how at this point in you life, you shouldn't be sulking over some stupid boy. i think you should put yourself out there more, instead of moping around all day. i mean, that's why chaeyeon and his friends did all of this. plus, karma will get to them eventually," she says, touching up her makeup.

i pause what i'm doing to let her words sink into me, i need time to absorb what she's saying.

i turn to her, "you know what? you do have a point."

"i know i'm so smart," she flips her hair sassily.

"i can forgive but i definitely cannot forget," we walk out of the bathroom after cleaning up our stuff.

as we step out of the room, our eyes are met with beomgyu and hyunjin.

"oh, hey guys!" beomgyu greets us.

"hey."

"do you guys wanna eat lunch together?" minnie questions the tall boys.

"uh sure! we don't know anyone else anyway," hyunjin laughs.

his laugh is so charming and cute.

(jungwon's pov)

back in class.

i watch as one of the new boys smiles at y/n as if they already know each other.

"y/n and..." please be me please be me please be me.

"hyunjin."

and as if them sitting and smiling together couldn't get worse. they're partners for this stupid project.

"jungwon and chaeyeon."

no no no no. this can't be happening right now. someone pinch me, am i dreaming?

she strides over to me, placing herself on the chair next to me. i scooch away a little.

the lunch bell rings and i get up to leave.

walking into the halls, i stop by my locker to place my books down and switch them.

as i finish, i over hear a conversation.

"oh, hey guys!"

"hey!" that voice is a little too familiar.

"do you guys wanna eat lunch together?"

"uh sure! we don't know anyone else anyway,"

i close my locker, finally seeing who it is. beomgyu and hyunjin talking to minnie and y/n.

of course they already know each other.

i watch as the walk off to the cafeteria, smiling and laughing with one another.

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[majoraop]

Cotton-Candy Ghosts

One day, Usopp recalled his past life.   It happened suddenly as he was eating peanuts during lunch break at school, and he nearly choked on one. Luckily, one of his new classmates knew unblocking manoeuvres and saved him. Usopp had still panicked, of course, so he only remembered a few flashes at first. However, day after day, he started visualising in his mind larger pieces of a bigger picture—a vivid canvas depicting waves, ships, treasures…   —Was that really my past life?   Usopp couldn’t believe it yet. He had been a pirate.   A pirate!   And a brave one at that.   Ridiculous.   And for a twist of fate, his name had been the same.   I am not brave. I never was brave.   Usopp sweated. He remembered things that would give him nightmares for months. Painful fights, countless near-death experiences.   And incredible adventures.   A pang of sadness crept into Usopp’s chest.   Have I lost my mind at last?   Usopp wasn’t sure all of that had been real, but he also remembered having fun like he never had in his current life… A boring, normal student life in an equally boring world without supernatural powers or the other incredible things he saw in his memories.   I had friends there… No, they were more than friends—they were family.   As a pirate, Usopp had felt frightened more times than he thought his current self could survive, but he had also felt joyful. He had sailed across the seas, unbound to anything if not his crew.   My family.   Some of those feelings seeped into his current self, and Usopp smiled as he walked to school, his steps livelier than usual.   Usopp was a high school student. A regular, plain first-year student, to be exact. Just a bit nerdy, probably. He liked listening to music—but not any kind of music. He had highly-specific tastes and only listened to female idols, but only pink-haired ones. And if they had their pink hair tied up into two cute ponytails, all the better.   Usopp put his headphones on and started humming his favourite song:      “Cotton-Candy Ghosts!      Cotton-Candy Ghosts!      I’m your cotton-candy ghost      scaring you in your dreams      (kissing you in the morning)      pink lips, pink cheeks,      pink clouds in the sky      kiss me like cotton-candy      Cotton-Candy Ghosts!”   Usopp didn’t care about the silly lyrics much—he liked that song since its upbeat music put him in a good mood.      “Cotton-Candy Ghosts!      Cotton-Candy Ghosts!”   Usopp didn’t have any particular skill or abilities other than remembering what his favourite idols liked. Sometimes he liked drawing portraits of them, but he was too shy to show his drawings to someone.      “Cotton-Candy Ghosts!      Cotton-Candy Ghosts!” Usopp was still humming the silly refrain of the song when it happened.   That girl…!   As he leisurely crossed the gate of the school, a pink blur dashed past him.   —She looks like one of the people in my previous life!   A new student like him? No, she looked older. She probably was a third-year. Usopp didn’t mind older girls, though, especially when they looked like one of his beloved idols.   I wonder if it was this resemblance that made my old memories resurface…   Usopp hadn’t been able to see the girl closely since she had run past him in a moment—why was she running like that?—but he hadn’t missed her long pink hair tied into two ponytails and the ribbon adorning her school uniform, a slightly richer shade of pink.   Part of Usopp thought she was his favourite idol, while another part saw in her Perona the Ghost Princess, a girl he met in his past life.   This is absurd.   Usopp pinched his arm with all his strength and yelped. No, he wasn’t dreaming. He was fully awake, his throbbing arm proving it.   Why am I accepting it as real already?!   Usopp needed to sit down and did it on the spot without giving a damn about the dirty looks the other students turned on him. He had never been popular anyway; in middle school, to try to enhance his image, he invented stories; in the end, though, everyone saw through him and started calling him a liar…   Uh.   Usopp blinked.   I was a liar in my past life, too?   He felt sick. Was he fated to be mocked forever?   No, in my past life I made my lies turn true. I can do that in my new life, too.   Despite his lies and fears, the Usopp had become a “brave warrior of the sea”—in his memories, at least. He had helped his captain become King of the Pirates—whatever that meant. Usopp’s past life was still blurry, but he also remembered that he had become the world’s best sniper.   Was that this same world but in the past, or a whole different one?   “Urghh!!!” Usopp screamed in frustration, his forehead pressed against his knees. He started swinging back and forth on his heels, hugging himself. He was confused and frightened.   Who am I?   As more memories flooded his mind, Usopp collapsed. --- “Are you feeling better?”   A voice.   A familiar voice. Usopp was scared to open his eyes, but he eventually did and...   —!!!   The school nurse looking down at him with worried eyes was a younger version of Kureha, another person Usopp had met in his past life.   “Yeah…” he muttered, too confused to give a proper answer.   No, I’m not feeling better! What is happening to me?!   He wanted to scream again, but another voice caught his attention.   Oh.   The pink-haired girl, Perona, was in the infirmary too. Usopp glanced at her. Now that he looked at her closer, Usopp noticed she looked different from his favourite idol, but she still was a carbon copy of the ghost girl in his memories.   “I told you countless times to not challenge him!”   Was she scolding another student?   Wait.   Usopp recognised the green hair of the boy on the cot just next to his. There was a divider between them, but it didn’t cover the other student fully.   Zoro?!   One of Usopp’s crewmates in his past pirate life and also his classmate in his current life—same name and all.   Convenient.   “Mihawk is too strong for you!” Perona kept yelling at Zoro. “Kendo isn’t something you can master overnight!”   Waitwaitwaitwait!   That was way too convenient even as far as coincidences and fate went. He hadn’t bonded with his classmates much yet since school had just started, so this was the first time Usopp heard about Zoro’s kendo training.   He was a swordsman—the strongest swordsman—in my memory of him in our past life.   And of course, Mihawk had been his mentor.   Yeah, decisively too convenient to be real.   Usopp evaluated the new info he got, but no matter how much he racked his brains he couldn’t dispel the doubts about the reality of it all.   I got a brain injury, maybe?   He could have invented his past life after an incident he forgot, to create a version of himself he aspired to become.   Do people with head trauma know when they’re hallucinating?   Usopp was more confused than ever. And yet, the bruise on his arm told him that he was not dreaming.   Am I the only one remembering the past, though?   While Usopp was pondering about that, Perona glanced in his direction. For a brief moment, their eyes met, but he immediately averted his eyes.  Dontblushdontblushdontblush…!   Too late. He already felt his face burning.   “It looks like you’re all right!” the Kureha-nurse slammed his back, laughing.   I’m not!   “Are you his classmate?” Perona addressed him with an indifferent tone.   Usopp felt sad. For a moment, he had hoped she would remember him, but her voice didn’t hint at anything like that.   Maybe everything I’m remembering is just in my head. I’ve told lies for so long that my brain is starting to believe them.   “Here, take a candy,” Perona told him next. “You look pallid—you probably need sugar.”   “T-thanks,” Usopp replied, his hand shaking slightly as he accepted the gift.   In his past life, he had first met Perona as an enemy, but then she had become an ally.   …I think.   Usopp’s memories of that part of his past life were still muddled. Anyway, what was Perona to him, now?   Just a fellow student, maybe.   Usopp risked spiralling into depressing thoughts again, but when he remembered the pirate he had been he lifted his chin. He wouldn’t keep living like this. He would change.   I will become more confident.   Perona looked at him with an unreadable expression and then said, “That idiot of your classmate had challenged Mihawk even though he’s a third-year like me. Please explain to him that it’s way too early for him to win against an upperclassman."   So, Perona and Mihawk are close in this life, too.   Usopp felt a pang of jealousy as he nodded at her.   No, I must stay positive. She was an enemy and thinking she’s cute is dangerous, but I still have a chance!   Just half-aware of his messy trail of thought (and priorities), Usopp felt his face flaring up.   Luckily, Perona has already left the infirmary.   “Ah, young love…” the Kureha-nurse chuckled next to him. She was watching Usopp with knowing eyes.   He wanted to tell her to mind her own business, but when he remembered how strong and fierce Kureha was in his memories he just chuckled along nervously. Feeling miserable, Usopp looked down; he still had a long way to go to become a “brave warrior of the sea.”   What am I saying?!   A brave student.   I swear I’ll become a brave student—whatever that means.   It didn’t feel like a huge goal or anything, but he had to start with something. --- Over time, more and more memories resurfaced in Usopp’s mind.   He was at a point where he recognised almost everyone in his school, which made his days entertaining but also stressful. He was happy that he could make friends with some of them again, but certain students terrified him. To say it all, it wasn’t really the students who terrified him, but his memories of them. Some of those boys and girls had been ruthless criminals in the past pirate life Usopp remembered, but in the current time, they were regular students like him.   Well, not exactly.   Some of them had brought over some traits of their old personality and mannerisms which genuinely frightened Usopp. However, they weren’t evil masterminds or anything.   Not that I know of, at least.   Usopp had started worrying about everything. He was even afraid of just walking through the corridors of the school alone, especially in the late afternoon when fewer students were around, the majority of them already returned to their homes after finishing their club activities for that day.   Talking about clubs…   In the end, Usopp had mustered his courage—he must have found it in his previous self since he definitely didn’t have it in his current one—and had founded a do-it-yourself club. He liked drawing, after all, and even if he didn’t feel particularly skilled he had decided that he couldn’t keep his illustrations hidden in a drawer forever.   If I want to conquer the girl I like, I must show her my best sides!   Usopp wasn’t sure Perona would consider him drawing other girls’ portraits one of his best sides, though, so he had started drawing something different: ships. More exactly, sailing ships. His memories of his past life helped him with that, and he was genuinely developing an interest in anything sailing-related. Some of his classmates seemed enthusiastic about that, too, so they joined his club.   Of course, you are! You were pirates as well in your past lives!   Not being able to talk with them about that was frustrating, but Usopp couldn’t risk sounding crazy. Besides, he had more important things to worry about: unexpectedly, Perona had also joined his DIY club. She had been in an occult club before, but she wanted to try something different in her last year in high school. Usopp was happy about her presence in the club, but also nervous.   I just need to act normally.   However, even if he repeated that to himself while cleaning up the room of his DIY club, he knew it wouldn’t be so easy. Each time Perona was next to him his heart pounded faster, and her sweet perfume made him melt…   I probably look like a fool to her—she is older than me, after all.   “Stop with the self-pity!” Usopp yelled, throwing a box full of scraps outside the room.   “Ouch!”   Usopp froze.   “Hey, what do you think you are doing?!”   “I-I’m sorry…” Usopp stuttered.   I’m done for.   He had recognised that voice: it was another third-year student, Moria.   I’m utterly done for.   Usopp’s legs trembled when he thought back to the pirate version of him.   I’m sooo dead…!   “It’s ok, things happen.”   What?   Usopp raised his head at that unexpected friendly tone.   “I’m looking for Perona, is she here?” Moria asked, the accident of before already forgotten.   “N-no, she left already.” Usopp couldn’t believe the present-time Moria was so friendly.   “Too bad…” Moria sounded disappointed. “I had the perfect idea for a collaboration between your DIY and our occult club, but I wanted to talk it over with her first.”   Now, Usopp was curious. He forced his voice not to tremble as he asked, “I would like to know more about it if you don’t mind.”   “Well, it’s something we could do for the upcoming summer festival—nothing complex. Just a haunted house.” Moria chuckled. “You were expecting more, weren’t you?”   I was definitely expecting more, but not in the sense you’re meaning here.   Usopp shuddered, but it was just a moment. Then, he smiled at the third-year student. “It sounds like a great idea. I’ll tell Perona myself if that’s ok with you.”   What am I saying?!?!   Usopp was screaming inside. He had always loathed haunted houses and tests of courage. In middle school, he had even gotten lost in the woods once, during a summer festival, and his teachers had found him trembling and crying on a tree. He had been so ashamed that he refused to go to school for a week after that.   “Thanks!” Moria smiled back at him.   —Wow, he’s really friendly.   Usopp could not help thinking that he had only known a side of Moria in his past life. Or, maybe, once reincarnated, they had all changed… A part of Usopp’s mind wondered if he could really become the brave man of his memories, but he immediately drove that thought away; at the very least, delusional or not, he would try.   Do I only know one of Perona’s sides, too?   Usopp’s heart filled with a sensation he was still too scared to call love, and he smiled by himself.   I want to know everything about you, my sweet cotton-candy ghost. --- “I think it’s a great idea!”   Perona’s smile told Usopp that she was sincere, and he smiled back. “Let’s do it, then,” he replied. That was the first time Perona had smiled at him like that, and Usopp was sure his heart had turned into a sugar cube.   Or more probably, a heart-shaped one. Or ghost-shaped…   Usopp felt stupid.   But love makes people stupid, doesn’t it?   Usopp started humming his favourite song, “Cotton-Candy Ghosts.”   Yes, it is love.   Usopp finally admitted that to himself. He glanced at Perona as she went back to sewing one of her amigurumi. They were all shaped like ghosts or monsters, but they still looked cute. Making sure not to be seen by her, Usopp studied her features. She looked like her old self from his memories, but she was younger of course. Her expression was gentler, too. She still looked mature in her own way, but her round eyes gave her a jaunty air.   I want to date you. I want to kiss you. I would even go to a haunted house with you!   Usopp couldn’t recognise himself anymore. Since when was he so daring? He wouldn’t be surprised to awaken his Haki next.   No, that’s impossible.   In his past life, Usopp had been able to see people’s auras with a power called “Observation Haki”.   Something like that would be too out of place in this world. What’s next, Perona summoning ghosts from thin air?   Suddenly, Usopp wasn’t sure anymore that going through a test of courage together with her was a good idea.   “When we’re done building the haunted house for the festival,” Perona told him at that very moment, “we could test it together—I must make sure it will be scary enough.” She giggled.   I’m screwed.   Usopp was glad Perona’s eyes were glued on her crocheted plush since he could feel the terrified expression on his own face.   I’m still a long way from becoming a... Brave Student of the School.   Usopp rolled his eyes at the underwhelming epithet. --- The daunting day had finally come.   The cicadas chirped in the clammy air, happy voices filled the streets, and colourful lights illuminated the night.   It was a perfect day for the summer festival.   Usopp looked proudly at the haunted house his DIY club had built. It was a really good job, considering they were still a new club and everything. Sure, Moria’s occult club had helped, but the bulk of the work had been done by Usopp and his friends.   Usopp’s proud smile soured when he realised the design of the haunted house was based on his memories of Thriller Bark, the ghostly ship Moria’s past self had turned into his lair. Usopp’s eye twitched.   At least, our zombies and skeletons and ghosts are just puppets.   Usopp wasn’t still sure about the ghosts, though. While working on the haunted house, sometimes he had seen strange lights moving out of sight—especially when Perona was present.   IamnotscaredIamnotscaredIamnotscared…   Usopp repeated that as a mantra, but his legs wouldn’t stop shaking.   “Are you ready?”   Perona’s voice made him jump. Usopp turned his head slowly, forcing a grin on his face, and said, “I’m always ready!”   What a stupid, cliché line!   Usopp wanted to kick himself for uttering it, but Perona had already taken him by an arm and was dragging him into Thrill—the haunted house.   I’m utterly screwed.   At least, Perona wouldn’t be able to see his terrified face in the dark. --- “It was perfect!”   Perona looked so happy that Usopp managed to smile, too. His heart was still pounding fast, but at least he had managed not to faint.   I’m sure I saw a real ghost inside there.   “You know, I think I like you a bit,” Perona said with a finger on her pink lips.   —What?!   Usopp didn’t even try not to blush this time.   “You’ve turned red like Mihawk’s favourite tomato juice.” Perona giggled.   Wait, are you sure you didn’t mean “blood” instead of juice?   The Mihawk in Usopp’s memories did look a bit like a vampire, now that he thought about it. And the current one wasn’t much different in that regard.   “Why don’t we go out on a date, one of these days?”   You’re going too fast!   Usopp was at a loss for words. He just stared at Perona, hoping his expression didn’t look too stupid. Still, the idea of going out with a past enemy turned into an ally—someone who looked similar to his favourite idol on top of that—thrilled him.   “You look so silly!” Perona giggled. “But I also like that about you…” she whispered, getting closer to him. “Do you mind if—” With her eyes closed, Perona tilted her head and parted her lips.   —Wait…   When Perona’s soft lips touched Usopp’s, all his worries melted away.   You taste like cotton candy.   Usopp closed his eyes too and kissed Perona. It was an awkward but sweet kiss, and for the first time in his current life, he felt he did something brave.   Love is scary, but I don’t mind risking everything for you.

My Usopp x Perona fanfic for the Usopp’s Fables zine @usoppshipzine!  ^^

#usopero #usoperona #usopp #perona #opfanfic #opfanfiction #onepiece #one piece #majoraop #(This too is a sligtly revised version of the fanfic in the zine since I'm nitpicking like this with my stories... ^^' ) #long post #queued

[ranch-sauce29]

College seems like a lifetime ago, but I could never forget you.

I remember my roommate told me about how our neighbors from across the hall were throwing a get together. My inner antisocial self wanted nothing to do with meeting new people that would hold a temporary spot in my life. I also wanted to branch out and overcome my social anxiety, so why not. A chance to drink and I would always accept a cup.

Meeting you was like a scene out of a movie. Looking across the room, eyes meeting, smiles exchanged. “And there she was.” Stupidly I thought to myself this tiny Tinker Bell has got to be gay. We were the only two girls in the room with short haircuts making it obvious we were LGBT+ and proud of our pride. You quickly walked over to me and struck a conversation. All I could think was, “this girl is bad news. everything I want and more wrapped up in you.” Your delicate and dainty features but also your incredibly poetic diction. We exchanged information and sat in awe of being introduced to each other. The real kicker was you had a book I was dying to read and obsessing over that week. It was the biggest sign that night, an unforced, mutual connection, so natural.

The rest I remember in bits and pieces. Taking you out to eat for lunch. Taking a bus ride back to the dorms. Over thinking the whole time that you’d find me boring and nowhere near your level or worth your time. I remember snuggles in each other’s beds. Shy kisses on your cheek. Worst of all I remember pain behind your eyes. The pain and tears forcefully being held back when you asked me to leave your apartment. The pain in your face when the ex I should’ve never entertained visited me. I was so scared and avoidant. I didn’t say anything, I just stared ahead. Disgusted with myself that I didn’t choose you.

I remember smoking with you. I remember you telling me about your favorite movie that turned out to be about two lesbians. I remember fighting feelings for you every day.

I remember waking up from a satisfying dream of you and wanting to see you and make it a reality.

I was walking down a corridor, and in each room there you were, a mirror and a tub and your seductive gaze.

You’ve always seemed so intimidating to me. The appearance of short and sweet but I want to turn it up one million notches. Make you putty in my hands.

I wish when I found out my ex cheated that I would’ve left. I wish I focused on myself, so I could’ve been a better version of me for our potential experience together. Looking back he got in the way, but I let him. I allowed him to rob me of you. I stupidly, never tried to act. Avoidance and silence were my specialty.

When I remember you, I think of how unfair I’ve been to you. I think of everything I should’ve done. The worst part of us is nothing ever happened. I want more than ever to make something happen. Engrave a new memory over our what could’ve been. 

#my stuff #my thoughts #the one that got away #sapphic #that one girl #her #lesbians #girl crush #wanting #confession

[sleepysnk]

a/n: i was very bored, and i was having some madara brainrot, so enjoy these sugar daddy madara headcanons!! if you guys would like a scenario or anything along those lines, lmk! i hope you all enjoy! :)

characters: madara uchiha

warnings: modern au, nsfw, smut, fingering, some jealous and possessive behavior, dom!madara, rough sex, sugar daddy!madara, lingerie, oral sex m+f!receiving, office sex, car sex, some fluff, breeding, dirty talk.

Madara Uchiha:

- okay, now let me just say, this man is built to be a fucking sugar daddy. he is so fine, and i just know he’ll treat you like a fucking goddess.

- madara met you when he went out to the club for the first time. you were stunning, a real eye catcher if he was being honest. not to mention, he was looking for someone to spoil, and you were the perfect candidate. he felt like he made a good choice picking you.

- madara is very very rich. he owns a corporate company, and he makes a big profit. he has way too much money, and he has nothing to spend it on but himself. finding a sugar baby was an idea he had, but he wasn’t sure. that idea changed when he met you, so be lucky that this man didn’t give that dream up.

- he. spoils. you. madara has all of this money. who is he to not spend some of it? it’s not like it’ll disappear or anything.

- at first, he wasn’t really planning on having sex with you. he couldn’t force you into doing things you didn’t want to do, but, one day, you brought it up and he had no problem making you feel good. you felt like you owed him, and he was really hot, so you were all in.

- the sex with this man? it is like heaven. you have to remember he is a man, not a college frat boy. he knows how to please you.

- madara is very rough sometimes. he is a dom most of the time, and he makes sure you remember how hard he fucked you.

- he buys you the most expensive lingerie he can find. sometimes he’ll be walking with you down the street and he will make you go into the store to try it on. don’t even bother arguing with him about the price. he won’t even look at it. you’re his sweet sugar baby, you deserve the best.

- he takes you on the most luxurious vacations. he’s also very random with it as well. there are days where he’ll send you a text to pack a bag, and that you need to be ready in thirty minutes so he can pick you up.

- madara took you to italy once, and you had the time of your life.

- he has a private jet 😩.

- he sometimes picks you up after you finish your classes. there will be days where he’ll come and he takes you out for some lunch or a nice dinner. he always takes you to the nicest places too.

- office sex. i said what i said.

- there will be days where you come and visit him at work. nobody really disturbs him, so the two of you usually fuck on his desk or on the couch. he makes that experience very worth it, and nobody bats an eye when they see you walking out with messy hair or a hickey on your neck.

- HE LOVES TO DIRTY TALK 😩.

- “look at my sweet sugar baby being such a good girl. you take my cock so well, baby girl,”

- this man loves to have his dick sucked. if you notice that madara had a hard day, you’ll come and suck him off. he loves whenever you come into him like that, and he makes sure to cum in your throat or all over your face.

- he has the sexiest groans when he receives some head 😩.

- sometimes, if you suck him off really well, he’ll cash app you $6000 ;).

- madara loves to eat your pussy. he has some of the best head game ever, so expect to be satisfied every time he buries his tongue in your cunt. if he’s too lazy to fuck you, he’ll eat you out until you see stars. he can make you cum with just his tongue, and you’ll be left shaking and pushing his head away from how good it feels.

- “m-madara! please.. it’s t-too much-“

- “i’m not done. you can take it,”

- madara can be kind of jealous sometimes. there have been times a few of his coworkers or random people have stared at you with want in their eyes. you’re his sugar baby, and nobody else should have you but him.

- don’t make him jealous or he’ll literally break the persons skull 🧍‍♀️.

- he’s the kind of guy to give you his credit card whenever you’re bored. he also doesn’t care how much you spend in one day. it’s nothing to him, so he doesn’t mind if you go a little crazy. you need some perfume? go ahead. wanna get your nails done? make sure to tip and show him once you’re done.

- i’ve said this many times before, but madara has a breeding kink.

- now, he’d only cum in you with your consent, so when you begged him to fill your pussy to the brim, he did exactly that. there was nothing more satisfying than seeing his thick, white cum leaking from your hole.

- it starts to become a thing that happens pretty often 😭.

- something madara is a fan of is fingering you while he’s driving, or while you guys are out at a restaurant. he loves watching the reaction you have whenever his fingertips brush against the skin of your thighs.

- speaking of the car, there’s times where madara will fuck you in the backseat of his car. he can’t help his urges, so he stops somewhere secluded and fucks you into oblivion. you two usually make a mess, but it’s not anything he can’t clean up. he also has many cars, so it’s not an issue whatsoever.

- you guys fog the windows.

- there are moments where madara can be very loving towards you. if you’re wearing something nice, he’ll send a compliment your way, or he’ll kiss your hand. he’s a gentleman, so expect to be treated like royalty.

- sometimes after sex, he’ll wash you up in the shower and trail kisses down your neck. it’s the little things that have the most affect on you <3.

- he shows you off sometimes 😏. he loves to show everyone how amazing you are to him.

- madara is the kind of guy to bring you flowers randomly. if he’s busy, he’ll leave them on your doorstep so you see them when you come back from school. he also likes to leave little notes in them too <3.

- god, i am seriously horny 😭.

#summer speaks #naruto x reader #naruto smut #naruto headcanons #naruto fanfiction #madara uchiha #madara uchiha x reader #madara x reader #naruto #anime #anime fanfic #anime headcanons

[bratz-kitten]

random thoughts on the rising signs

aries risings are completely different when in a day-to-day basis compared to when in a position of power. when you’re with your friends, you’re this fun, energetic, loud person, but when you’re in a position of power... terrifying. you’ll completely switch to someone very serious and intimidating, with a very intense aura. i think it’s because you understand you have a very youthful aspect to you, both in appearance and energy, and you don’t want that to keep you from commanding respect. also because you’re very attracted to leading so that’s when you’re at your most focused. you’re very easy to irritate; as an aries rising, my friends always tease me because they know i’ll immediately doom them to an afterlife in hell. SO explosive, impulsive and chaotic, but that’s what makes you fun.

cancer risings you have such a delicate beauty to you. very sensitive to others’ emotions. people probably baby you a lot without even noticing it, they just want to protect/mentor you. you do very well with older figures like teachers and your friends’ parents. you also ooze maturity. a lot of the cancer risings i’ve met had to learn to be the responsible one in their families from a very young age, so now you take it upon yourself to take care of everyone around you – that’s probably why many people talk about cancer risings as being the “mom friend”. you have the chubbiest cheeks, i wanna bite them lol they’re so cute.

gemini risings look like literal models. VERY good with people, you can probably make someone do whatever you want by just staring into their eyes and telling them pretty words. but i’ve noticed how your communication can be easily misunderstood, you might come off as having certain intentions when you’re trying to convey the exact contrary. probably the alfa of your friend group and the one who has the most reckless, unhinged plans.. yet you’re never caught doing anything bad. you require a lot of stimulation so you’ll do whatever it takes to scratch that itch in you. you remind me of that phrase “i might be a bad influence, but you can’t tell me i’m not fun.” it’s impossible to ever be bored around you.

scorpio risings have this thing where people are absolutely intimidated by you, yet are very attracted to you and just need your attention. the type of person that has random people flirting with you on the streets just so you’ll make eye contact with them for one second longer. you also look lowkey terrifying, you just have massive resting bitch faces and always look pissed off when on the inside you’re just thinking “hm, what am i going to eat for lunch?” very intense gaze and look straight out of greek-mythology, you persephone ass bitch.

libra risings look so well put together. every color on you works in perfect harmony with one another – from your clothing to your hair to your skin tone to your makeup. you’re always sporting a smile and you look so composed, but baby i know you’re close to comitting sporadic murder LMFAO no one can convince me that libra placements are the exact contrary from peaceful, you’re the most unstable people in the world, in the best and most fun way possible – and sometimes in a downright toxic way, ease with the passive-aggressiveness and confrontational nature when it comes to personal relationships.

aquarius risings have the biggest crackhead energy ever. you’re very intimidating at first, and it’s easy to misunderstand you because of that – many think you’re serious and stuck up but you’re just observing and waiting to feel comfortable around them. when you do get comfortable, you’re just funny as fuck – you’ll talk about the most random things and make them sound so interesting, you say the most hilarious things; honestly, you’re a walking meme. also you look like you disassociate so much? you’ll be in the middle of a conversation and then you’ll just start staring into the distance for fifteen whole minutes, but the whole time you were actually listening to the other person.

leo risings i just.. love you. it’s like you’re born to be the center of attention without even trying. literally so expressive and charismatic even if you’re very shy at first, great storytellers, and you’re just so loyal and the amount of support you give to your friends is unmatched. you do very well in a tight friend group where there’s so much trust and supportive energy. if you don’t have one, you probably fantasize a lot about it. how’s that winx obsession going? literally so authentic and raw in everything you do too. people call you egotistical and self-centered because they can’t stand a headstrong person like you. please don’t take insults so much to heart and let them shatter your perception of yourself, and understand that if someone mocks your appearance they’re just projecting their insecurities.

virgo risings you refuse to leave the house if you’re not absolutely perfect. i know someone with a virgo rising who simply refuses to do video-calls before taking a shower and drying their hair. VERY intimidating, will give judgemental stares and look at you in the streets like you’re the ugliest thing in the world but will probably not even realize they were staring at someone in the first place. i have so much fun teasing you, you get annoyed SO fast and it’s so fun because i practically have a degree in being annoying. you also find it shocking when someone teases you because most people are too scared to do it. you’re the most fun to talk shit with because you can be so critical and you just love some drama and gossiping. please stop complaining about things though or i’ll be forced to commit a hate-crime. your luck that i can’t help loving you.

sagittarius risings give sagittarius energy the stereotype of being so freedom-loving and adventurous. you’re very approachable and easy-going, the type of person that people will meet once and already consider you their friends. you’re up to whenever wherever, no matter how dumb the idea might sound, because you know first-hand that the weirdest, most last-minute plans make the greatest memories. i also notice that you’ll use going out as a way of avoiding your feelings. instead of allowing yourself to process your sadness and heartbreak, you just call your friends and go out so you won’t have to sit with your own, scary thoughts.

pisces risings look like they they breathe and create art with every breath they take. literally ooze emotional and artistic sensitivity. very sensitive to others’ energies and that can really take a toll on your mental health – being surrounded by negative people will literally drain you. please remember to take some me-time to recharge and process all those emotions. pisces risings literally look so ethereal, out of this world, with your sparkly eyes when you talk about your dreams and your strong sense of individuality cultivated in all your appearance, from your clothing to your makeup to you hair.

capricorn risings go through so much in their life and for what?? i swear you have so many hardships always coming your way and it angers me so much because you don’t deserve it at all. at least you always learn a lot from those experiences, which just makes you stronger and more undefeatable. you have a very melancholic gaze to you. very doll-like. naturally command authority and respect. unlike taurus risings, you thrive in situations of change – you practically seek them, knowing that learning to adapt to all situations and to work with them so they work in your favor is a gift. you turn so many heads in the street, i’m always in awe at your beauty.

it’s no wonder that the most beautiful celebrities constantly have taurus risings. you’re very strong and fixed in your ideas, making people often describe you as the taurus stereotype of “stubborn”. taurus placements just have so much difficulty accepting change and seeing it as an opportunity of growth instead of a painful process. you need to learn to let go and that good things might happen when you allow yourself to evolve and and outgrow your old self. you have a very grounded presence, while also having such a distinct sense of humour. very well-put together.

#ascendant in the signs #rising signs #aries rising #leo rising #gemini rising #scorpio rising #libra rising #taurus rising #virgo rising #sagittarius rising #aquarius rising #pisces rising #cancer rising #capricorn rising

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#HendallReunited

prompt: request was to write broad but to write something angsty

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: language, sexual content, angst

Harry always had issues with saying ‘no’ to people. He never quite grew out of his manners even when he should have.

He said ‘yes’ to way too many things- signing autographs for rude fans and paparazzi, and agreed to way too many things Jeff suggested.

Saying yes to everything didn’t make his life any easier is the thing. Especially when it came to his wife. She was usually left with the aftermath of him being too nice.

The media painted Y/N in a negative light occasionally and so did the fans because she would stand up for Harry and not let him say ‘yes’ to every single request.

She would tell disrespectful fans he’s not signing autographs because of the way they were screaming and interrupting his work.

Harry wished he could do it himself - admired that his wife didn’t give a fuck what people thought about her. He cared entirely too much what the world would think.

The couple didn’t fight about much - no, not really. Normal couple stuff for the most part. But this was the exception, this is where Y/N found most of their turmoil.

Every few months it would rear it’s ugly head and they’d find themselves in the same position over and over again.

This time - it was really fucking bad.

The couple had been staying in their Los Angeles home for the last few months whilst the singer finalized his album and began promotion.

It was boring meeting among boring lunch outings to get all their ducks in a row. Jeff - his manager the main orchestrator.

He was a great manager and a good friend, but it was also business too which Harry didn’t always comprehend.

At the end of the day, Harry was making Jeff millions upon millions of dollars. But Harry didn’t think that way.

**

Harry was in a stuffy conference room at the The Late Late Show to work on the script and ideas for the show. Promo had been nonstop.

He was a bit tired as it was nearly just hitting eight in the morning and he had been up late with you - having some late night loving in the hot tub.

“As for guest - Kendall Jenner,” James Corden’s producer states. All the men agree but Harry is taken aback.

“Why...why would we have my ex-girlfriend as one of my guests?” Harry interrupts, confusion knitting his brows.

Kendall and him didn’t end on a bad note - not at all. They hooked up a few times after their ‘break-up’ but once he’d met Y/N she was understanding when he cut it off.

Y/N wasn’t necessarily jealous of the model, but didn’t love when they’d run into each other at events. She was still overtly flirty with Harry without much shame. 

Harry also didn’t have an desire to see her or host her as a guest on the show. She was nice but he wasn’t interested in being friends with her. They didn’t have much in common and he was head over heels for his wife.

“The media will eat it up, dude. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner reunited on a show after four years?” Jeff smiles, the others nodding in amicable agreement.

This is one of this times where Harry needs to say “no,” that it’s disrespectful to his significant other to use an old flame for promo for his album.

He already knows ‘hendall’ will be trending within minutes and he can’t imagine how that would make his parter feel.

“I just...this doesn’t seem like a good idea?” Harry begins hesitantly, making it sound more like a question than a statement. 

“Why not?” Eric, one of the writers asks.

“Y’know, I’m married. I don’t think m’missus would appreciate if I did somethin’ like that just for promotion,” he states, scratching at his jaw uncomfortably.

“Look Styles, we’re not asking you to fuck the girl. It just a interview, c’mon,” The executive producer gruffs - wanting those guaranteed views.

Harry swallows - looking at his manager and then at everyone else at the table looking at him for an affirmative answer.

“Uh-sure,” Harry fumbles, feeling anxiety rise into his throat. Fuck, he’s such a god damn pushover.

He’s trying to find his voice to go back on his agreement but the meeting wrapping up and people are leaving with final handshakes.

**

Harry doesn’t know how to tell Y/N what is going on. He’d been keeping in stored in the back of his mind, not ready to have a blowout.

He never found the perfect time to bring it up and now it was too late. It was the morning of the show and he was due to be at the rehearsals this afternoon.

Harry had finally decided he was going to tell her this morning over coffee but forgot that she had a girl’s day planned with a few friends.

She was already out to breakfast with them when he woke up. His phone had one text from you.

Hi baby. I’m out with the girls. See you at the show tonight. I’ll meet you there around six! Love you!

He was fucked royally and he had no one to blame but himself. Maybe it’d be okay, maybe she’d roll her eyes and tell him he’s an idiot.

Realistically he knew that was just a sweet dream at this point.

—

Harry was fidgety and kept mucking up his lines during rehearsal as it got closer to the showtime and his missus arriving.

Kendall had arrived for hair and makeup without seeing her ex-boyfriend yet. He dreaded seeing the model.

Kendall and Y/N had met a few times at different events. It was always cordial. Kendall was always casual - their relationship was never more than a couple fun dates and sex.

They were kind to each other when they met but he couldn’t deny how much harder his partner kissed him on the mouth afterwards.

Before he know it, his wife is hugging him from behind as he talks to a producer about which cameras to look at.

Y/N noticed the way he tensed up at first and thought about how unusual that was for him. Normally, he’d lean back into her with his full weight causing them both to stumble and laugh.

He slowly, cautiously turns around and his face  relaxes a little bit but not completely. “Hi baby,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss.

“You look so handsome,” she replies, admiring his brown pinstriped suit and her pearl necklace that he’d snagged awhile back. She thought it looked better on him anyways.

“You look even better, s’fuckin’ pretty, love,” he gushes, coming back in for another kiss - a little too sensual for the setting.

She was donned in a cropped white shirt, showing of the smooth expanse of her tummy. An oversized blazer of Harry’s, ripped jeans, and heels. 

Harry thought fleetingly he couldn’t wait to fuck her after the show. Then remembered that mostly wouldn’t happen.

Reggie, the musical lead, slides up to you two. He smiles wide at you, saying, “Can’t believe you agreed to the guest this evening.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, Harry’s raise nearly to his forehead, but when she opens her mouth to ask him to explain they’re interrupted.

“Harry!” The leggy model trots over to the little group. Dressed in an interesting one-piece suit that has sewn in heels. She looked beautiful as ever, of course she was a model.

Both of them turn towards the oblivious girl, “Kendall,” Harry replies with a twinge of anxiety - eyes repeatedly looking at his significant other’s profile as multiple emotions flash.

“Hiya, you’re Y/N right?” Kendall smiles kindly, offering her manicured hand.

She accepts, “Yeah, uh-good to see you again.”

Harry knew she had connected the dots quickly in her head. The hurt, confusion, had hit her eyes before narrowing into full-blown rage at her partner.

“I promise I’ll go easy on him,” Kendall jokes before pinching at Harry’s cheek teasingly. The model was a natural flirt with everyone she got along with.

“Oh, sure,” she replies lamely, attempting to not let her feelings burst out in that moment with her husband . She knew it wasn’t Kendall’s fault.

“I’m going to go grab a bite to eat. I’m probably gonna puke when we do ‘spill or fill’. See you guys soon,” the model waves before trailing off with her assistant.

“Did you kn- of course you knew she was your guest,” Y/N seethes, turning to fully face the guilt-stricken-singer.

He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, “I did.”

“How long have you known for?” She demands to know, keeping her voice at an angry whisper to not draw attention.

Harry wasn’t going to lie to his love, “About two weeks.”

Y/N replies with a laugh, “let me guess, you let Jeffrey talk you into this bullshit, again.”

His silence is all she needs to know it’s true.

“For Christ’s sake, of course,” She huffs bitterly, “what’s even worse is you didn’t fucking tell me. What the fuck?”

Harry bites his lip, not able to rasp out anything but a pathetic, “m’sorry, love.”

He wasn’t usually good at taking responsibility during a fight. He was stubborn at best but he couldn’t deny his way out of this.

“You will be, you-“

They were cut off by the staff, the audience was trailing in and Harry needed to get mic’d up now.

“This conversation isn’t over,” she points her finger at his chest before storming off to the side of the stage where she’d watch from.

Fucking shit.

**

Harry was a performer. It’s easy for him to push things to the back of his mind so he can entertain a enamored audience.

But tonight, he was struggling. Eyes flicking over to the teleprompter more than usual, his demeanor not as vivid and carefree.

Not when his wife was glaring daggers at him from stage right. Her hand constantly at her mouth, biting at her nails - a nervous tick of hers.

“Next up, the one, the only, the beautiful model and one of my good friends, Kendall Jenner!” Harry introduces when she walks out and waves at the crowd.

They hug and when they pull apart they step over to where they were playing the game. Either answer the question or eat a nasty food picked out by the other.

They weren’t allowed to see each other’s questions before the game started- both going on blind which put Harry more on edge.

“Okay, Kendall. Rank the members of One Direction on most to least attractive or you will be eating...” Harry spins the table, “Cow tongue.”

She flinched at the disgusting plate, smirking up at Harry before considering her course of action, “I think I can answer this one.”

He wasn’t looking forward to her answer. Neither was Y/N by the way she nearly shaking her foot off her leg.

“Okay, I got this. You - the most attractive, then uh- Zayn....Louis...Niall...Liam,” she laughs, “but all of you are hot!”

Harry fake laughs and acts like he’s impressed by her answer as the crowd roars and cheers. 

When Kendall picks up her notecard - she laughs in surprise at the question before looking at him with bright eyes.

“Okay, um, bull penis!” She giggles before starting the question, “I’m dying to know this answer. So...your first album HS1 was released four years ago, correct?”

He nods, apprehensive.

“Which songs were about me? Especially was only angel?” She laughs at Harry’s pale expression before without another thought he shovels the rancid food into his mouth.

Harry looks off to the side to see that his missus is no longer sitting there. Just Jeff - who gives him a thumbs up.

**

The first thing he did when the show ended and the lights dimmed was bolt off to Jeff - ignoring Kendall who was about to say something to him.

“Where’d Y/N go?”

He thought she might have went out to get a breathe of fresh air but for the next hour and a half he hasn’t seen her once.

“She said she wasn’t feeling very good. She told me to tell you she’d meet you at home,” Jeff shrugs unbothered.

“Damnit!” Harry curses loudly, ripping out of the microphone and the little pack in his back waistband.

“Harry,” Jeff scolds at his unprofessionalism that was abnormal for him.

“No! Don’t fucking ever ask me to do shit like this again. You fucking knew what questions were on those notecards and you said it wasn’t anything about our previous relationship.”

“Harry-“

“Don’t fucking talk to me. You’re a real shit manager sometimes, you know that? Do not contact me tonight or tomorrow for that matter, you douchebag,” Harry barks before storming off towards the dressing rooms.

All the employees were standing around in shock, staring at the popstar as he ignored everyone around him.

Harry was famously known for being a kind, amicable guy. So it took everyone by surprise to hear him speak like that. Even Jeff was shaken up a little.

—

The house was pitch-black as Harry pulled up. The house’s first floor was lined with large, bay windows and not a single light was on.

He could find one room illuminated which was your bedroom. A dim side lamp must have been flicked on. He imagined her purposely turning off all the lights on the trek up the staircase.

Harry didn’t want to admit how much he was trembling with awful nerves and anticipation as he slowly turns the knob of the shared bedroom.

Y/N wasn’t laying in bed as he expected but found the bathroom door shut tightly. He noticed a little yellow bag with tissue paper off to the side by a dresser.

He knocks on the oak door, not daring to enter without permission.

“What do you want?” Y/N answers, tone flat and emotionless. 

“Can I come in, baby? Please...” He wasn’t ashamed to beg for forgiveness at this point. Hearing the emptiness in her tone scared him shitless.

“I really could care less,” She replies coldly from her spot in the scalding water decorated with bubbles.

Harry had never felt more unsure in his life as he enters the bathroom.  Y/N had gotten proper pissed at him or vice versa before - right before a concert, an award ceremony but she’d never left without him.

Her head was laying against the foam headrest and her body was covered by the soap water. She looked tired and her eyes were puffy from crying.

Harry kneels next to the tub, “look at me, please pet.”

 Y/N takes a moment before turning her head and opening her eyes. They were distant, disappointed in the man in front of her.

“I should have told you about Kendall. I should have put up more of a fight to get someone else on instead,” Harry admits, his hands desperately wanting to reach out for her.

She shakes her head with a heart-wrenching sniffle, “it’s not just tonight, Harry. We’ve had this conversation continuously for three and a half fucking years. You try to please everyone, despite them giving no fucks about you.”

“Are you that much of a pushover? You let your ex-girlfriend flirt with you in front of millions. Do you know how embarrassing and unfair that it to me?” She wipes at her eyes to stop the tears spilling over.

Harry hadn’t thought of it like that - to be honest. But he agrees, it wasn’t fair and downright cruel to do that to her.

What? All because he couldn’t say ‘no’ because he didn’t want people to be mad at him? It was pathetic and ridiculous.

“I-I won’t let it happen again, lovie. I mean it, I truly do,” Harry whimpers reaching over to cup her cheek and wants to cry when she pushes him away.

“You’re a broken record. You’ve said that a million times before but don’t change,”  Y/N points out, eyes boring furiously into his wife’s.

“I’m goi-“

She cuts him off with a sharp edge in her tone, “Just leave me alone, get out.”

The man’s face crumbles and for a second, she wants to just end the fight and makeup but then nothing would change.

“Baby-“

“Get out!” She finally bellows, tears streaming down her face steadily.

He obliges, head hung in defeat as he closes the door behind him. He stands there’s blankly for a second before going to the walk-in closet.

He’s pulling out a fresh pair of cotton underwear and a large sleepshirt for his partner, laying them neatly on the bed.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself while he waits so he pulls out his phone to mindlessly scroll.

He throws it against the wall when he sees #hendallreunited is trending number one on Twitter at the moment.

The singer strips down to his briefs and sits with his back against the tufted headboard, staring blankly at the wall.

His eyes catch a neon pink pair of his swimshorts tossed carelessly on the decorative vase in the corner of the room from the night before .

“Fuck, baby - no need to rush,” Harry groans into Y/N ‘s mouth as she pushes him until he’s sat on the edge of their California king.

She reaches impatiently for the tie on his neon pink swimshorts and yanks them off his slim, peach-fuzz thighs before throwing them onto the vase without a care that it was worth over twenty-thousand pounds.

After edging her in the hot tub with his fingers and mouth, she wasn’t waiting any longer before clambering onto his lap, pulling her swim bottoms to the side, and sinking onto him.

He felt guilty when his cock twitched at the thought of it. But when reality set back in, the arousal with the memory evaporated.

It isn’t much longer until the door is pulled open and  Y/N’s padding into the room with a towel secured around her.

She looks at the clothes Harry set out for her and pointedly walks past them to pick out her own nightwear. 

That really shouldn’t make his eyes tear up as he watches her slide on a similar pair of panties and an oversized shirt. Spotting a purpling bruise on her upper in thigh from his mouth.

 Y/N silently walks past the bed and to the bedroom door, looking back before bleakly stating, “I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

He frowns, wrinkles appearing on his forehead, “You can sleep in here, love. I’ll take the guest room.”

Harry doesn’t get a reply as she just shakes her head and closes the door loudly behind her. 

It’s just - he’s never seen her this upset. She was usually fantastic at communicating her feelings and hashing things out.

She wasn’t one for the silent treatment or ignoring the topic. It had his chest rising faster than usual with anxiety. The serious of it overwhelming him.

He states at the wall for a very long time without wiping the fat tears brimming over his trembling lips.

*

He couldn’t sleep - it was half past three and he hadn’t even laid down or clicked off the lamp.

Harry accepted sleep wasn’t coming so he begins to tidy the already clean room. He picks up the shorts and tossing them in the hamper.

He refolds some joggers he’d carelessly shoved in a drawer and when he went to move the little yellow bag - curiosity got the best of him.

There was no card and he wasn’t sure who it was for or if it had been a gift already give to Y/N that she had returned home with.

Harry really shouldn’t - but he does. Gently tugging out the paper and reaching in to feel fabric.

Pulling it out, it takes him a minute to identify what it is - two baby onesie. Who was having a baby?

He lays them in front of him, eyes widening in surprise as he reads what is printed across the black cotton.

The first one was the colors and font of his upcoming tour merch with the photo he used on his tour announcement with the heeled boot and white pants.

Love on Tour - Due Date: September 2025

With Special Guest Appearance from Baby Styles

The second one was simple and read across the chest:

I’m having your baby (and it is your business) with embroidered kiwis all of over it.

He frantically reached back into the bag to pull out a bundle of pregnancy tests tied with a silk bow.

They weren’t necessarily trying for a baby but they’re weren’t not trying either. Harry wanted a baby as soon as his missus was willing to give him one.

“No, no, don’t one,” she’d whined into his mouth when he’d reached over to grab a condom off the nightstand.

“Oh sweet thing, you want me bare? Fill you up?” He croons happily, coming back to grip at his thick base and tease at her entrance.

“Ye-yeah, H. Please,” (Y/N) whimpers, bucking her hips in the hope he’d slip inside her.

Harry hums, “Might give you a baby though, y’want me to knock you up?”

“Want it, wan-“

He cuts her off with a hard, blissful kiss as he thrusts all the way inside before pulling out to do it again. 

“Gonna give it to you, whatever you want, lovie,” he promises.

The two had never used protection afterwards. It had start about seven months ago and from his knowledge she’d still been getting her periods regularly.

Occasionally, he would palm at her flat tummy and pout, “Haven’t put a baby in you yet, ‘ave I?”

He was so ecstatic but disappointed in himself for ruining everything and pleasing everyone other than who he should be.

Harry needed to fix this. He didn’t want Y/N to lose the excitement of having their baby over a dumb choice of his.

The man’s out of the room and not knocking before entering their guest room. His now pregnant love is laying on-top of the covers.

One hand subconsciously on her belly - which she removes and places next to her when her wife walks in.

The television was on but the volume was low and Y/N wasn’t watching it in the first place anyways.

Harry sits on the edge of the bed, “I opened the yellow bag.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, a little taken aback. she was going to surprise him tonight and forgot to store it away for another time after the fight.

Harry has happy tears dribbling down his cheeks, “you’re having my baby?”

Y/N nods, running a slight hand through his curls. She still had a nasty knot of anger and uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.

It pains her, wanting to share this moment of excitement with Harry but she just couldn’t. The uncertainty of whether Harry would put everybody’s needs before his own baby.

“Come back to bed, want t’talk and celebrate. M’so bloody excited,” Harry murmurs, a large smile decorating his face as he smooths a palm over the expanse of her tummy.

His wife shakes her head and places a hand over his, feeling the cold metal of all of them. “I want to be left alone.”

The twinkle in Harry’s eye diminishes to devastation as he realizes that he’s fucked up so badly that she doesn’t even want to celebrate.

“Pet, can...we just forget about it tonight and be happy ‘bout the baby?” Harry asks selfishly, knowing it was unlikely she’d agree.

She didn’t, a firm expression on her face, “no, I have a lot to think about.”

“Like wha’?” He asks anxiously, unknowing of quite the reason she was so furious.

“Like how you say yes to everything and everyone. We talk and talk about how you need to say ‘no’ and do what’s best for you - for us. You agree to and never follow through”

She takes a shaky breath and continues, “it’s affected our relationship before when you’ve had to cancel our vacation away from all this for a charity concert you’d agree to perform at last minute, dinner reservations because you told your friend we’d be at their art showing they wanted you at.”

Harry knew she was right. He did those things. He wanted everyone to be happy with him - to a fault.

“Tonight was just icing on the cake, you allowed your manager to talk you into hosting your ex on that show. Out of all the people in the world - her. With flirty questions and jabs from her. You let that happen. You care about making everyone happy but in return you don’t care how it affects me. That’s pretty shitty.”

“I’m...I’m really fucking scared you’ll do that even when we have the baby. I need you to put them first and right now...I’m not sure if you’re going to. You can’t put the person you want to spend the rest of your life with first now, how do I know you’ll do it with the baby?”

Harry chokes out a sob as he presses his forehead against the bed, his broad shoulders shaking. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried this hard - years ago maybe. He felt like his wife didn’t have any faith in him and he was to blame.

He looks up at her with swollen eyes - at a loss for what to do or say. He loved her so much and was over the moon that they were going to have a baby.

“How do I fix this, darling? You’re right, I really fucked up. M’sorry,” Harry cries, grabbing at her hands and she allows it.

“Just saying you’re sorry won’t fix it,” Y/N replies flatly, letting Harry squeeze and kiss at the backs of her hands.

“Then what do I bloody do to fix this?” Harry raises his voice in frustration, staring in bewilderment at his wife. 

Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “Do not raise your voice at me, Harry. Actions speak louder than words.”

Harry swallows harshly, pressing one finally kiss to her hand. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She repeats.

“I love you, I’ll fix this,” he promises with conviction. He knew what he needed to do and do it tomorrow. So he and his wife could enjoy her new pregnancy.

“I need space tonight, I just...please”Y/N says quietly, rubbing at his shoulder.

It wasn’t the first time they’ve slept in separate rooms because they weren’t getting along but they normally found their way back to each other before sunrise.

Harry nods, lip still tremble with the residual anxiety of the conversation. She allows him to press a soft kiss to her mouth before leaving the room.

—-

Cafe Habana was busy - but no one was paying much attention to Harry and Jeff. It was the morning after and Harry had demanded a meeting over breakfast with his manager.

“Y/N pregnant,” Harry states bluntly after their drinks arrive.

“Oh? Congratulations, dude. That’s exciting!” Jeff leans over to pat him on the shoulder, a big smile.

“The baby is due in September. My next tour starts in next July. The baby will be about nine months. I want to be at home with them for the first year.”

Jeff doesn’t look pleased, “what are you getting at Harry?”

“Reschedule the July and August tour dates. Tack them on to the end of the tour,” Harry lays out flat. 

He hadn’t talk to his wife about this but he knew this was how he could prove that he could say ‘no’ and not be a pushover.

“No Harry. Look I get you’re excited about the baby - but that will be such a fucking hassle,” Jeff frowns, sipping his mimosa.

“I’m not asking, Jeff. I’m telling you that’s what needs to happen,” Harry replies firmly, tone strong and unwavering.

Jeff is definitely taken aback by his client’s conviction. 

“While we’re on the topic, do not ever put me in a situation like you did yesterday. It affected my wife and I. And I will choose her over this career any day.”

The manager nods in surprise, “Harry, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not asking for an apology but if you ever pull something like then I’ll be looking for a new management team. Are we clear?” 

Jeff once again nods, unsure of where this is coming from but at the thought of losing his biggest client would be disastrous so he’d do whatever to accommodate him.

“Consider it done,” he tells Harry before clearing his throat in a slight panic.

—

Y/N woke up to an empty house. She was restless, she asked Harry to prove to her that he could be what she needed. However, it was a bit unfair because she didn’t know how he could do it.

It’s just…she had a baby to think about. They both needed to be put first and if it took a gnarly fight for Harry to realize it...so be it.

“Baby? Love, where are you?” She hears Harry echo through the whole house. She was sat in the kitchen, on a stool by the island, idly sorting through mail.

“In here!”

Harry jogs in, panting like he sprinted from the garage up to the kitchen. He comes to stand in front of the love of his life.

“I might have not completely fixed everything but...I tried,” Harry tells her, cradling her face in his large palms. “ I just got back from lunch with Jeff. I told him about the baby.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “I rescheduled tour dates so I can be with you guys at home in London for the first year. Then...maybe you guys can join me after?”

“Harry…” she’s at a loss for words.

“And I told Jeff that if he ever puts me in a situation like that again, I’m firing him.”

Y/N stares at him, in awe and admiration of the man she chose to marry and keep forever. His face was so sincere and vulnerable.

Harry didn’t know whether it would be enough. If it wasn’t he’d keep trying but all he could do was hope. He waited with bated breath as she processed his words.

“Baby, you-for me?” She murmurs as she stands up and crowds into his space. He instantly wraps her up into a tight hug, missing her touch.

“Of course, pet. I’d do anything for you, I mean it. I’d quit this whole career if you wanted tha’,” he tells her truthfully - lips brushing her forehead.

“I love you, so so much,” Y/N murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“We’re havin’ a baby,'' Harry sighs dreamily into her mouth, tongue sliding against hers. A large hand came to palm at her belly.

“Yeah, m‘having your baby,” She giggles as he begins to trail the kisses down her jaw and neck - pressing her into the marble countertop.

“Should we name it Kiwi?” Harry rasps as he slides the tank top strap off her shoulder so his lips can meet the cap of her warm shoulder.

“We are not going to be that celebrity couple who names their baby something weird,” Y/N groans as he grounds his hips into hers with intent.

THE END

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Follow you - Chris Evans smut

The one where Chris becomes your roomate and finds out he has a domesticity kink... and more

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, domesticity kink, friends to lovers, rommates au, pandemic mention, hair-pulling kink, daddy kink, cockwarming, kind of allusion to an age gap, but can be read as reader being into teasing chris

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: Thanks to @mollygetssherlockcoffee​ for reading this over and helping me make it better! You’re the sweetest person ever!  this is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them. Hope you guys like it!

Chris’ P.O.V.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” I’d been trying to convince her to close her laptop for the last two hours, unfortunately without any luck. She just glanced at me before returning to her document, and I groaned as I left the living room in search of what I knew we needed.

“Close the laptop and I’ll give you a sip.” This time when she looked up, she found me holding a bottle of my most expensive whiskey, the one she’d been dying to try ever since she first got invited to my place.

It was a tense moment of evaluation while she took in my offer and her workload, her head turning from her computer to me and then back to the device again, and I found himself growing anxious because of how desperately I wanted her company that night.

“Please?” I tried to convince her, even going so far as to pout - which at least earned me a giggle. I considered it a win, especially with the way it made my chest warm up. “C’mon, we deserve it! After the week we had?”

She frowned when she thought back on the stresses we had confided in each other for the last couple of days, and I watched with glee when she slowly closed her laptop, prompting me to wave my arms around in victory. “We?” She teased, getting up to stand before me with her arms crossed in front of her body, making me laugh.

“Alright, so maybe just you.” I couldn’t really deny that my work “problems” paled in comparison to hers. “Listen, I’m only trying to help.” She narrowed her eyes at me, reaching out for the bottle and unscrewing it before taking the sip I’d promised.

“Shit, this really is good.” A smug smile took over my face as I wrapped my arms around her, walking us back to the couch before making us fall over it.

“Only the best for you, babe.” I watched her roll her eyes at the pet name, snickering at how it affected her. I knew it made her giddy and she hated it, it’s why I insisted on doing it - or so I told myself.

Something deep inside of me whispered differently, though. I tried to ignore it. She was my best friend and we were going to be living together for the foreseeable future. No one knew when this pandemic would let up.

And lord knows that nothing positive had ever come out of my investments in romantic relationships. So every rational thought in my mind was begging me not to overcomplicate this. I couldn’t stand to lose her friendship, anyway. That’s why I had invited her to spend lockdown with me - my need to know she was okay, and be able to have her around whenever I needed to vent.

She was the only one outside my family who got my anxiety well enough to help me work through it when I was feeling bad, and she had even been able to prevent me from having panic attacks more than once.

I just couldn’t imagine going through this with anyone other than her. I simply hadn’t anticipated how fucking horny this period of forced sexual privation would make me, and I never expected her to become a willing victim to my needs.

But boy, once the liquor hit and she ended up over my lap, shivering as she rode my thigh without a care in the world, was I glad that she did.

“Is this what you like?” I asked, looking up at her with my mouth hanging open, unbelieving of how fucking sexy she looked as she used my body for her pleasure. I didn’t even care that my cock was straining against my jeans, begging me to move her on top of it. As long as I could keep enjoying the show, being a part of it, I was satisfied.

“I wanna learn it,” I pressed, moving my hands to hold her ass, squeezing it the way I’d always wanted to do but never allowed myself to dream about. “I wanna learn how to please you.” She made me feel something I hadn’t felt before, in any of my past relationships. There was attraction, of course, but there was also this deep, familiar feeling that made me feel at home. It made me feel safe, and with the help of alcohol, I was desperate to explore it.

“Ugh,” she groaned, letting her head fall back, drawing my attention to her breasts, the way they bounced in front of my eyes, unfortunately still covered. My mouth watered at the sight of it, wanting nothing much than to strip her bare and wrap my lips around one of her nipples.

“Don’t say stuff like that, Evans.” The comment threw me off, making me frown as I took a hold of the hair on the back of her head and yanked her to me, devouring her lips. They were soft - so much softer than I’d ever allowed myself to imagine.

“Why not?” I panted against her mouth once I was forced to separate from her taste of whiskey to search for some oxygen. She kept moving, her eyes hazy and glossed over, and it sent a pang of lust straight down my body when I realized it wasn’t completely due to the drinks we shared. There was also desire in there.

“You want to learn?” She asked, hands bunching up my shirt as she used her hold to grind against me faster. “Then fuck me, Chris.” She molded her body to mine, engulfing my lips once more as I laid her down on the couch, excited to have her underneath me - excited to see her naked body, explore it, get to know every little thing that made her tick.

I knew it would be a moment I’d forever remember, regardless of the amount of bourbon in my blood. I just never expected it to become something I was so eager to relive over and over and over again.

It was supposed to be a one time thing. When I woke up in the morning, I was ready to go back to being roommates. We were good at that. She was a morning person, by the time I woke up every morning, she already had breakfast ready for me, and then we’d go out to the backyard to let Dodger out together.

We’d sit and talk and then I’d go for a run - she’d have done her yoga already, while I was still asleep - I’d answer some e-mails, she’d work on her laptop by my side and the silence was just as comfortable as all of our late night conversations.

She’d sneak out to the kitchen and come back with a few sandwiches for our lunch, and then the rest of the day would go by with us doing whatever mundane task we had in mind, together even if we were doing separate things, and I didn’t feel suffocated.

I didn’t even run out of things to say. By the time dinner rolled around and I followed her back to the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes while she fixed us dinner - I wasn’t allowed to cook in my own stove, mostly because she was terrified of my food but hid it under the excuse of that one time when I started a fire - then we’d eat together, watch a movie together, talk until we fell asleep - always together.

I was shocked. It’d never been this way in any of my previous relationships. In fact, I was certain it was the reason why they had never worked. I’d given up on any realistic expectation of settling down precisely because of this: I just never expected to find anyone with whom a day-to-day life wouldn’t eventually grow boring.

It’d been three months and I still loved to wake up to her coffee. We still fell asleep every night side by side, too tired to move into different beds because we had laughed our asses off after skyping Scott.

And now that sex came into play in our relationship? I just knew there was no way I’d ever go back to being nothing but friends - or living in a place where she wasn’t the first person I saw when I woke up.

It sucked that it took a pandemic and a night of alcohol to make me realize that, but damn, was I grateful that I decided to open a bottle of whiskey that evening.

I kept waiting for the catch, the moment it would all go to shit, but it never came. Our lives resumed to how they used to be, only now I had this ongoing inner battle to not just bend her over the nearest piece of furniture when we were busy, and the ability to do exactly that whenever there was nothing else to do.

And for a while it was bliss. There wasn’t a nagging voice inside my head questioning this arrangement because it was theoretically perfect. I had a best friend, a roommate and a fuck buddy, all wrapped into one single person that I adored.

Life couldn’t possibly get better - until I realized that I wanted more. Talks of lockdown being over started and she had plans of going back to her place, of course, but I couldn’t stand the thought of being away from her.

I wanted to see my family too, but I wanted to take her with me. Introduce her to my mom, see her get along with my sisters. Witness how she’d be with my nephews and nieces - I knew how much she loved kids. And that’s when it hit me.

I’d given my heart to her. Somewhere between the morning coffees and afternoon runs, the nights where I’d rant about all of my silly problems and she actually listened to them - really listened, never making me feel bad about what could only be described as rich people problems.

All the innocent little gestures, and the not so innocent ones - when I discovered she was exactly the nasty slut I’d always dreamed of, the way she would randomly drop to her knees and suck me off, even while I was on the phone. Most times she didn’t even let me repay the favor. She just genuinely liked to blow me.

She also liked to play with me randomly, like when we were watching a movie and she mindlessly reached for my crotch, rubbing me until I got hard. It almost always ended in sex, and I just loved it.

I loved it, and I loved her, and the idea of her ever sharing this idyllic lifestyle with anyone else made me irrationally jealous.

And that’s how I knew it. I didn’t want to mess it up. But how could I not fuck this up?

Xxx

“Chris…” Her sweet voice called out to me, reaching my ears while I was hiding in my office, trying to get my thoughts in order so I wouldn’t just randomly blurt out what I was feeling for my best friend to my best friend.

To her credit, she didn’t try to force me to keep her company - but that only made me fall even deeper for her, leaving me a complete and utter mess while she went about her day as if nothing was wrong in the world.

“Yes?” I looked up to see her by the threshold, clearly reticent about invading my privacy. It made me smile, thinking back on all of the times my exes hadn’t been as understanding, even after I let them clearly know what I was needing.

“I made cupcakes, do you want me to bring you one?” The thought of her in the kitchen, baking a sweet treat just for me had my cock twitching in my pants. Biting my lips, I pushed away from my desk to finally get up and stretch my legs, taking advantage of the monitor to hide my hard-on.

“No, I’ll come eat them downstairs with you.” She smiled before leaving, and I soon trailed after her, walking into the kitchen to find the most delicious-looking little treats, just waiting to be devoured.

Much like her, I supposed.

I was reaching for one of them, already licking my lips in anticipation when something caught my eye, prompting me to raise my gaze and look at her again, but really look at her this time.

She was wearing an apron.

There was nothing inherently sexual about the damn thing, but the way she looked with it, going about her business in my kitchen like she owned the place… It just felt right, seeing her there.

And suddenly I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Y/N…” I started, leaving the cupcake back on the counter and brushing off the crumbs as I circled the kitchen island to go stand in front of her. She hummed before turning to meet me, smiling slightly to signal that she was listening to what I had to say.

But I didn’t know how to say it. So we just stood there, staring at each other until eventually her smile became a frown. “Chris, what’s going on?” I still couldn’t speak. Much to my absolute surprise though, she just sighed, wiping her hands on the apron while shaking her head, a knowing smile on her face.

“You’re stressed, aren’t you? You’ve been working so much, that’s why I thought the cupcakes would be a good idea,” she explained nodding towards the tray where her sweet treats laid. “They’re a reward and a break all wrapped in one delicious cake.”

The comment was like a punch to the stomach - or a scalding wave of desire rushing through my body, straight to my groin. The idea of her thinking about my needs and catering (quite literally) to them just did something to me, and I didn’t know how to explain it - I don’t think I understood it myself.

“But since they didn’t work…” she continued, blissfully unaware of the conundrum she had put me into. “I know something else that will definitely work.” And just like that, the woman dropped to her knees in front of me, reaching for my sweatpants before I could find a way to close the mouth that was hanging open.

“I guess I’ll grab a sweet treat for myself.” She looked so devious, small hand encircling my already pathetically engorged member, that all I could do was whisper an, “Oh, shit,” when she immediately wrapped her lips around it,  starting to suck me off without any preamble.

My fingers were white as I held onto the counter behind me to keep myself up. She looked so good, staring up at me with her lips wrapped around my dick, I felt like I was about to blow already.

Why did she have to be such a fucking tease?

“Oh, God,” I moaned when she managed to engulf the entirety of my member inside her throat, the choking noises getting to my head. My hand instinctively laced with her hair, first to hold her lips close to my navel, then to pry her completely off of my member.

“What’s wrong?” She questioned once she was able to speak, surprise written all over her features while I was still staring down at her slightly teary face and trying to find my voice.

“I-I have a problem.” There. I said it. I had finally made some progress in my goal to let her know what was going through my head. Only instead of curiosity, what I got was a confused expression from the woman still holding my dick, her eyes darting from my own to the member throbbing between her fingers.

“No, you don’t!” It would have been funny if I wasn’t so fucking frustrated. Yanking her by the hair, I complained, “Not that kind of problem!” pulling her to the living room so I could throw her on the couch, trying to ignore her moans of pleasure in the process.

I’d figured out pretty early on that she had a pretty serious hair-pulling kink, and if my plans of sitting down and having a level-headed conversation were ever in motion, they surely went out of the window the second she pulled my body down to cover hers and adjusted my cock so it would easily fill her.

“Son of a…” I groaned, letting my head fall down against her chest as the little vixen gleefully giggled underneath me, legs wrapped around my torso as she tried to thrust up and tempt me to move.

“Just wait a second,” I managed to reason, but she just shook her head.

“Fuck away your problem, Chris. Use me. I want you to.” Motherfucker. I really couldn’t catch a break with her. Just as she started to make me move again, my hand instinctively wrapped around her neck, lightly squeezing it just enough to get her to shut up.

“I wanna start a family with you,” I finally spilled, looking deep into her eyes as I tried to ignore that I was still balls deep inside of her. Her eyes widened, and now her mouth was the one hanging open.

I couldn’t really relish in it because she looked absolutely delicious and she felt stupidly heavenly to my throbbing dick.

A few seconds went by without as much of a reaction from her and I was about to pull out - despite still being achingly hard - but her legs held me tighter, stopping my plans of leaving her tight haven.

“You know…” She started to speak, a little out of breath, catching my attention as I finally gathered the courage to look her in the eye again. “When I first met you, I thought you were the epitome of a fuckboy.”

The unexpected sentence had me snorting, and then I just couldn’t stop laughing. Finally pulling away from her, she fixed her hair when she sat up and I did the same, shaking my head slightly as I rubbed my eyes.

Our own relative nakedness - well… mine, she was wearing her usual dress with no underwear under the damn apron - didn’t affect anything when I pondered over her words, until I decided to break the silence.

“I mean… I think I was?” She chewed on her bottom lip as she took in my response, analyzing it, weighing its validity in that gorgeous head of hers. I was nervous, but she hadn’t blew me off yet. And quite honestly? I’d do anything for that little hope that was growing inside of me.

“What changed?” Was her question, so unexpected I couldn’t help but question, “Huh?”

“What made you change?” It wasn’t an unwelcome inquiry, especially when the response became clear to me, lighting up my brain and warming my chest, spreading all over my body until I had no choice but to voice it.

“I realized I could have a future with you.” My smile was vulnerable but honest, and in her eyes, I could see that she knew that. When she threw one leg over my lap, straddling my hips, I allowed myself to breathe deeply again, leaning on the soft cushion while taking a hold of her ass.

“So, how are we gonna do this?” She non-nonchalantly asked, slowly rubbing herself against my still half-hard member. I groaned when I realized the implication of her words, knowing that the meaning paired with the feeling of her wet lips dragging along my cock would get it back up in no time at all. “You wanna do me right now?”

The brashness of the question made my eyes light up, as weird as it may sound. In that moment, it became clear just how perfect for me she really was, giving me what I needed exactly in the way I didn’t know how to ask for it.

“See? This is why I’m in love with you.” She rolled her eyes at that, making me laugh. I’d anticipated the gesture, I knew it’d take her longer to say it, but it was alright. The fact that she was willing me to give me a child was more than enough proof of her feelings for me, if her entire behavior ever since she moved in wasn’t already.

“Shut up and fuck me, Evans.” Throwing her back against the couch, she yelped in surprise when I took off my shirt and slapped the inside of her thigh, assuming my usual position of hovering over her smaller frame.

“Spread your fucking legs, darling. I’m gonna fuck you real good.” The way she bit her lip as I slowly penetrated her again showed me just how excited the prospect got her, and as I started to make good on my promise, her moans told me just as much.

“Holy fuck,” she commented as I pounded her ruthlessly, weeks of frustration and the rush of anticipation getting the best of me, and I was glad for the feeling of her nails biting into my skin because otherwise, I’d probably run over the edge of not even caring about her own pleasure as I chased mine.

“You gonna cum inside of me, honey? Make me a mom? Finally fulfill your dream of becoming a daddy?” Her words detracted me from my task of sucking bruises on the skin that was now mine to bruise, mine. I threw my head back, yelling a, “fuck yes,” as my hips sped up, desperate to fill her up, but I was determined to get her to cum before me.

“Say it,” she ordered, small hand circling my throat as best as she could, a throwback to what I’d done only moments prior. It wasn’t enough to choke me, but it did catch my attention. “I wanna hear you say it.”

Tears escaped the corners of my eyes as I blinked, the intensity of the moment overwhelming in the best of ways. “God, you are such a fucking tease…” She chuckled underneath me, giving my throat a squeeze before she raised up on her elbows to kiss my jaw.

“Better get used to it… daddy.” And just like that, I realized that I had yet another kink I hadn’t known about before her. Or maybe it was just her, and I was obsessed with the damn woman, painfully turned on by every little thing that she did.

“I’m gonna cum deep inside your little pussy, sweetheart,” I finally gathered myself enough to do as she asked me to. “You’re gonna belong to me forever now. Give me kids, make me happy. How do you like that?”

The mischievous grin she gave me told me everything. “I love it.” I knew this was her way of saying what she couldn’t yet voice, and I’d take it. I’d take anything she gave me, any chance I got to love this wonderful woman.

We came together, both riding our highs in deep ecstasy. I moaned when I felt myself empty all of my seed inside of her, incredibly excited about the prospect of starting our future together right then.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I cradled her face in my hands as I struggled to catch my breath, but she turned it to the side and pressed a kiss to my palm and I was breathless all over again. It was such a simple action, why did it get to me so much?

“You’re not too bad yourself, Chris.” I didn’t want to part with her warmth, so I just adjusted us on the sofa in a way that kept me inside of her, sighing contently as I realized I’d never have to sleep away from her again.

“I’m gonna stay right here all night.” I adjusted myself so I was resting my face on her boobs, perfectly happy to do just so, but by the tone of her voice, I knew she had a teasing smile when she called me an, “Old man.”

“And here I was, thinking you’d be able to go again.” Warmth filled my chest at the realization of just how badly she wanted me - just as much as I wanted her too. I was so damn ecstatic. Not even her pokes at my age would be able to affect me.

“Oh, darling… better get ready,” I warned as I adjusted myself to hover over her again, taking notice of the excited glint in her eyes, the way she bit her lip as she stared back at me. “I’m never gonna get enough of you.”

The next morning, I added a new kink to the list of random bits of information that were driving me slowly insane as I felt the overwhelming need to bend the woman that I now got to call ‘mine’ over the nearest piece of furniture and rail her until I had cummed deep inside her pussy: seeing her in my shirt while cooking breakfast.

Yeah, I was going to live a happy life by her side.

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Anklets and Necklaces

Inspired by this tweet.

@5-secondsofcolor I’m not sorry.

Female Reader insert. NSFW Content (18+). My smut writing is hella rusty. So I do apologize, whoops.

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Calum plays at the anklet, spinning it around and around her joint as her legs are crossed and resting in his lap. The gold jewellry is hardly ever taken off since he gave it to her. In return, she gifted him a chain with a tiny pendant with her initial etched into the back of it. The front of it is an arrowhead. He wears it so often now, that when it’s off, he feels a little incomplete. It’s an easy gesture to carry her everywhere with him.

“Okay we gotta decide what to eat for lunch like now or I’m going to get hangry,” she states.

Calum glances up from his phone, to see her still scrolling on hers. “Oh no. Not hangry,” he teases. But he knows she means it. Her warnings have about a thirty minute window, just enough for a delivery if they get something simple. Or if they want something more complicated, they need to find a snack now while the main course is cooking. “What do you want? Thai? Mexican?”

“Would you hate me if I said I really just wanted nuggets from McDonalds?”

The pout on her lips makes him laugh, “No, I could never. Usual then?”

“Yes, please.”

Stretching across the length of her, Calum pushes his lips together, trying to ask for a kiss. She laughs in return and squeezes his cheeks. “Be lucky you’re cute,” she states before lifting up slightly to meet his lips. “And squishy.”

“Ain’t nothing on me squishy,” he huffs, straightening back up to put her order into the app.

She sets her phone down on her stomach, gazing up over the sharp line of his jaw that his plump cheeks sit atop. And while it’d be easy to return with a poke and a verbal jab about his cheeks, she just watches him. His fingers deftly work over the screen. The white tank sits as a stark contrast to the depth and glow of his skin. “I think all the right things on you are squishy.”

“Yeah, what are those?”

“Your cheeks. And as much as you and your trainer kick your ass, I know happy weight when I see it.”

Calum grins, a chuckle shaking through him as he sets his phone down on the arm of the couch--the order completed on his end. He pinches at her thighs. “Take that back.”

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think I will. I like it--just like I like my cookies. Hard on the edges gooey in the middle.”

Standing for just a moment to let her legs fall onto the couch, Calum kneels onto the cushion, hovering above her. Her eyes glitter just a little as she talks and the soft easy smile on her face lets him know that it’s all out of love--what’s she’s saying. The pads of his fingers run along the side of her thigh. “Be lucky I love you.”

“I am already lucky, so say what you gotta say. Roast me, my love. It’s not like we don’t do that anyways.”

And truth be told, Calum had no response. Not when he looks at her, because God all he sees is the person that’s been with him on his bad mental days. She’s been there when Calum was sure there was no lower low or higher high. And what do you say to that person that’s been there, seen all of you that there is to see? With a gentle and chaste kiss, Calum settles for silence.

“Cat got your tongue now, huh?”

This--this Calum can respond too. It’s all too easy. “I know what else my tongue can have.”

“I know something your tongue can have too.”

“Really now?” Calum asks, dragging his fingers over the top of her thigh and tracing the line of her lounge shorts. “Food will be here in fifteen minutes though. So that’s up to you.”

“Not nearly enough time to savor it. Besides,” she starts and takes a pause. Her lips pull into a side smile and Calum knows what that means. One brow quirks in anticipation and Calum watches her. The silence settles for a little too long.

“Besides what?” he prompts again.

“Besides, I need the mail to be delivered first.”

“What did you buy?”

“You’ll see later. I promise. It’s really not even supposed to be used for lingerie. But I’ve wanted these for a long time and I specifically have a set I’m trying to complete.”

There’s the black mesh set that she’s slowly been building out. The main piece came in weeks ago, at this point it might even be months ago that that came in. He was privy to it then and gave it the christening that it deserved. But there wasn’t any other lingerie set that needed expansion. Not at least to his recalling. “Which one is it?”

“I’m not saying.”

“Oh please,” he whines, dropping his head into her neck. His lips softly and slowly seal kisses into her warm skin.

“No, Calum. I’ve been waiting on this package for weeks. It got held up in customs and I-” she sighs at his lips sucking at her skin. Not hard enough to cause a bruise, but just enough to make her spine tingle. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

Calum pushes up, with a huff, sitting back down on the opposite end of the couch. “This is killing me, you know?”

“Well, you ain’t dead yet. So I think you can tough it out for a little bit longer.”

“Begrudgingly--I want you to know that.”

She sits up, swinging her feet to the floor. “Your sacrifice will be duly noted. The mail will be here before you know it.” The couch releases her weight and Calum watches her pad into the kitchen. “Do you want anything?” she calls.

“I’m good,” he returns, knowing that he will be counting down the seconds until the mail comes. She returns with a glass of water, sitting back down on the couch, but bringing her feet up underneath her as she motions to the TV. “You watching that?”

Calum answers with a shrug. He wasn’t anymore. He originally turned it on mostly for the weather and some news. He found himself bored and flipping through channels before settling on the sports channel while he took care of Duke in the morning. Noise to fill the space since his brain needed the distraction. He hadn’t slept all that great the last few nights, decent sleep. The closer and closer the band got to putting out music the more his nerves kicked in--sometimes they were sneaky. The nerves come up faster than Calum had anticipated. And right now, they won the first round. But Calum was working hard to combat them so he could get about his daily life.

“Go crazy,” he finally verbally responds. And she picks up the remote, changing channels too fast for Calum to even understand how you could process what was on before decking it was a no. She eventually settles for HGTV--not quite caring what show was on. 

The first knock that comes to the door is the food that Calum ordered for the two of them. He answers it, popping up in the hopes it’s the mail. When it’s not, he sighs just a little but places the bag down onto the coffee table. “Your nugs, my queen,” he teases.

“Thank you, my good sir,” she returns with a grin, opening before divvying out what is for who. “You wouldn’t have happened to shot up like a bat outta hell because you wanted that to be the mail?”

Calum feels the heat in his cheeks, but bumps her shoulder gently. “No, why would I ever want that?”

“Oh I don’t know,” she scoffs in return, dunking a nugget into the sweet and sour sauce. They share a soft bout of laughter before turning their gaze back to the TV. Duke’s paws click as he ventures into the kitchen for a drink of water from his bowl. The lapping and splash of his tongue echoing just slightly as the screen goes dark between the show and the commercial break.

Calum lifts his gaze, taking in the soft angle of her jaw. She curls up around the carton of fries, eyes glued to the screen. Does she even have the slightest clue what she does to him? It’s not even the involved things like dressing up for him, or comforting him. It’s just her, when she’s munching on fries. Or when she sleepily walks behind Duke in the mornings. It’s when she hums as she cooks. It’s the dancing she does when she’s cleaning. It’s the pouts when she messes up on something and her brow furrows in as the determination settles onto her face.

It’s when she fucked up a birthday cake for him once--not greasing the sides of the pan enough and then adding a tad too much milk--called him crying about it and then in a minute flat resolved to make him brownies instead. Because she said she’d be damned if she didn’t make him something sweet to nibble on or pass along to the guys. And Calum’s not even that much of a sweets guy, which she knew, so she only settled on giving him half the batch she made. She, of course, saved the other half for her and her friends.

And it’s just the moments that she’s not even trying that makes Calum melt. Like when she paints her nails, she offers to do his first. Or when she lays down next to Duke, and in their shared silence, they seem to communicate everything with each other.

“I love you,” he states.

She turns, eyes widening for a second before grinning around her sip of iced tea. “I love you.” Her brows furrow just a little. “You okay? You’ve hardly touched your food.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”

“If you didn’t want McDonalds, I could’ve done something else. Literally anything else,” she continues on almost as if she hadn’t heard him.

“It’s not the food,” he giggles. Calum reaches out to caress her cheek. “I’m okay.”

She nods. “Okay.”

“I just love you, that’s all. Wanted to share it with you.”

Her grin is soft as it lifts her lips. “Good because you’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

“I wouldn’t dare dream of getting rid of you.”

Another silence envelopes them. Calum finishes his food and takes the empty containers to the trash. Another episode starts up from the speakers and just above it, he hears the chime of his phone. “Do you want me to screen it for you?”

“Yes please!” If it’s one of the guys, they won’t mind her answering. If it’s someone important, he doesn’t want to miss the call.

“Calum’s phone,” she answers but he can already hear her feet shuffling to him in the kitchen. “Okay, Ash. I’ll keep that in mind.” Her voice comes closer and Calum shakes his hands just a little to get rid of the excess water before drying them. “No, I can’t say what it is without taking a look. Did you use the soil I recommended last time?” Another pause comes from her and when Calum turns, he finds her leaning up the kitchen counter, phone halfway pulled down but not fully away from her ear. “Yeah, I definitely think you should consider changing soils. But I can take a better look tomorrow for you. I’m going to pass along the phone now.”

She hands the phone over. “He said it was important.”

“Thank you,” Calum says in a whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then placing the phone to his ear. “Yeah, Ash?”

Calum’s not even sure how long the conversation goes on. At first, it is important information that Ashton’s trying to confirm--a date and time for a meeting that they had later in the week. He says he wrote it down where he writes down all their meetings but it’s not there. And Ashton’s trying to make sure that he doesn’t miss it. So Calum shuffles to his office and verifies in his calendar the time for the meeting.

But then the conversation diverges--they start talking about everything and anything. So much so, they’re laughing. Calum doesn’t even hear the knock at the front door. But he does notice her scurrying off into the bedroom. The door closes with a soft click. Duke comes trailing after her but notices the closer door and then keeps down the hall to the office. Calum reclines back in his seat trying to get another angle at the door. But it’s closed fully.

“You okay, gramps?” Calum asks Duke.

“Oh fuck off, mate!” Ashton laughs.

“Not you, you fucking egg. Duke--I was talking to Duke.”

“Oh!” Ashton giggles. “Sorry, I thought you was trying to talk shit.”

“I don’t have to try and do that to you.”

“Oi, don’t start something bro.” The two of them laugh and Calum bends down to scratch behind Duke’s ears. “Alright, thanks for confirming that meeting. I’ll see you tomorrow in the studio?”

“Yeah--bright and early. Talk to you later.” The call ends and when Calum spins around in his desk chair, his jaw drops as she steps out from the bedroom. It’s not exactly something new--as in something that she’s never worn before. But it doesn’t mean he ever gets tired of seeing her like this.

The white bustier pushes her breasts up and almost over the cups. And he travels the look down, taking in the baby blue skirt, fishnet knee highs. And he goes back up, taking in a black strap wrapping around her thighs. She notes the lustful gaze and steps right on the line of the threshold to the door.

“So,” Calum starts, trailing his gaze down and then back up to her face. “Not the black lingerie I was anticipating.”

“No, I’m waiting for the heels I want for that lingerie to go on sale. Besides, you didn’t like the collar I liked so I’m still searching.”

“It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. It’s just too similar to one we already bought.”

“You’re right, but still.”

Calum cracks a smile at the reluctant confession. “But enough about that. This--this is a cute outfit.”

She nods, smoothing out the pleated mini skirt. “It’s less about the outfit and more about these,” she says, tapping at the thin black band.

“And those are?” Calum asks. It’s one step closer into the room and Calum think he can make out a heart shaped metal loop in the middle of it. She takes a second step closer and Calum can see clearly it’s some sort of thigh garter--leather or something related as the material. “Oh,” he breathes.

She continues slowly to approach Calum and when she’s just in arms reach, she lifts the skirt up. It goes up inch by inch and Calum’s entranced. Watching more of her thighs revealed to him. And soon it’s black panties--mesh and if Calum remembers correctly crotchless. But wrapped around her waist is another band of leather. Two pieces hook to another metal hoop right on her hip bones and then one trip connects the top piece to the bottom.

“A harness garter belt--what do you think?” she asks in a whisper.

Calum exhales, desire stirring in the pit of his stomach. He reaches out, wrapping his fingers around her thighs and pulling her into him. He kisses in the spaces between the leather, gingerly, lips hardly touching her skin. “I think you look beautiful,” he hums, dropping his head on his neck to look up at her.

Her eyes are still closed and Calum softly runs the tips of his fingers up her thigh, tracing the lines of the harness. With a deep exhale, she finally blinks back to reality. “Not too silly?”

His brows meet in the middle of his face. Why would she think it’s too silly? There’s nothing silly about her standing in front of him, clearly excited about her own purchase. “Angel--I’ll be damned if I ever think this is silly.”

Swinging her leg over and settling onto his lap, she grins. “Thank you, love.”

Calum holds onto her hips, rubbing his palms down to her ass. “So you said this technically isn’t lingerie?”

“No--I don’t think so. But I think they could be--a small accessory to something I already have.”

They share a kiss, much too quick for Calum’s liking so he pulls her back in for more. And her arms wind around his neck as he continues to palm her ass. Here, he doesn’t really care what it is technically or not. She looks absolutely amazing. “I like it. In fact,” Calum starts, moving to grip her thighs before housing them both up and then plopping her down on the desk. “I really like them.”

Calum stands between her legs, nose brushing and bumping against hers. Here, she can feel her core aching as Calum’s fingers trail closer and closer to her heat. It’s feather light--his touch, but it makes her feel electric all the same. “Cal,” she hums.

“Yes baby?”

There’s nothing that comes out of her mouth but a small huff, a rushed and harsh exhale at the feeling of his fingers dancing across her skin. He grins pulling back just a little to see the way her face goes slack, almost as if she’s at peace with him between her legs.

“Was there something you wanted to say, darlin’?” Calum tries again, taking just a half step back away from her.

With her eyes still closed, she smiles. “I want to know,” she starts, exhaling softly to counter the thud of her heart in her chest, “if you’d so kindly want to make love to me?”

Calum can’t help his own small tuft of laughter. “Darlin’, I’d do so happily.” They don’t always wind up in bed like this--but it’s nice, to be comfortable even to be this forward with this and this open.

Calum takes her hand as she hops down from the desk. “Give me a twirl,” he asks. She obliges, turning in a circle for Calum, punctuating the back view by lifting her skirt up. “Silly girl,” Calum laughs, giving a firm but playful tap to her ass.

Facing Calum again, she wraps her arms around his torso. “But you love it.”

“I do. I love you.”

They share another kiss and she slowly walks backwards out of the room. They get lost in each other--Calum in the way she fits against him and her in the way Calum holds her, palms spanning across her back and tight enough that she wonders if he thinks she’s going to disappear but gently enough at the same time that she’d love nothing more than staying here forever in his hold.

Calum finds the zipper to the top and slowly drags it down. The material exhales, slowly falling away from her body and when it falls to the floor, he kisses her neck, down to the swell of her breast. Her moans are soft, just above a hum that makes just enough noise for him to hear. And it goes right to his gut.

Here there's very little need for words. When Calum gives, she takes happily. But when she tugs at his hair, Calum knows to step back, lets her give something to him. Her kisses are soft against his skin, but make him feel like it’s being set on fire. One that he’d happily stay in, let the blaze consume every inch of him, if it meant that she was always the one to take him.

His shirt goes to join hers. Her mouth teases his nipples as she descends further down on him. Calum thinks he sighs, all he can do is just shut his eyes and let go into the feeling of her teasing the cut of his hips beneath the sweatpants. She’s always like this, teasing him. At first, it used to annoy him. But now he loves it, loves just how close she’s willing to push him to the edge, push his buttons but always delivering at the end of it.

Her meticulous work, to watch him jump at every scratch of her nails and nip of her teeth, is enjoyable. But Calum blinks open his eyes to cup her jaw, which stops her. When her gaze lifts, Calum motions for her to stand. “Yes?” she grins standing to her full height.

Calum presses their foreheads together. “I missed you.”

“Well how dare I keep a man like you waiting?” With a slow kiss, tongues just barely dancing, Calum walks the two of them to the bed. The back of her knees hit the edge of it and she buckles just a little. Calum catches her from falling. “Turn around,” he whispers into her ear, “please.”

The instruction is obeyed and she spins to face the bed. Calum finds the zipper to the powder blue skirt and almost doesn’t want to take it off her. In the end, he does-- Calum lets the skirt fall onto a pool at their feet. Without even prompting she falls to her hands, ass grinding against his hips. He traces her spine with the pads of his fingers, following all the way down, over the curve of her ass and down to the opening in the panties. His fingers gather a bit of her arousal.

“Oh,” he groans. “So wet for me,” he hums with approval.

“Always for you,” she sighs. Calum teases her clit--a featherlight touch as he dances over her core. She lets herself fall a little bit more into the mattress--another moan leaving her lips when Calum takes one finger down from her clit to teasing her entrance.

Calum pulls away, bring his wet fingers to his lips and sucking them clean. “Taste just like heaven,” he hums. He gingerly guides her back to standing and uses her hips to get her to face him again.

More kisses are shared before they fall onto the mattress. Calum takes hold of one of the straps around her thigh and tugs her down, closer to him and she laughs. It gets caught off and morphed into a moan as Calum’s tongue licks a wide stripe up her. He’s careful of the mesh material of her panties, but knows that carefulness won’t last long. Not when her arousal coats his tongue. Not when her nails scratch over the muscles of his shoulders or tangle into the curls on his head.

She melts under the work of his mouth. The mattress merely becoming the vessel to hold the mess she’s bound to make and become. The room echoes the moans and slurps. Fingers gripping at the sheet, she chants Calum’s name. His tongue working magic over her core and just when she thinks she couldn’t possibly handle anything more, she notices the stretch at the addition of his fingers.

“Fuck,” she whines, lifiting one leg and he slips in even deeper, curling his fingers and hitting just the right spot.

Calum hungers for her pleasure--the high-pitched whine and groan as she releases. Some days it’s just the sound he needs to ground him. She gives short and breathless huffs, and quivers underneath him. “Gonna be a good girl?” Calum asks, fingers still pumping at her.

“Yes, oh yes, I will.”

“Gonna cum for me?”

“I want to, yes I’ll come for you. Make me your good girl.” Her voice sounds far away, as if she’s not fully cognizant of what she’s saying. Not quite babbling, but definitely talking so fast words bump into each other and slur together.

Calum grins, sucking at her clit again and she groans, head throwing back against the pillows. Her toes are curling--her whole body growing warmer with the passing second. The heat coils in her lower gut and she’s pleading. Though, she’s not sure who she is really meaning to plead to, but she wants to cum so badly.

Then it finally happens, one moment she’s sure she’s nearly in tears and the next, the coil snaps. She squeezes, hips raising off the bed and Calum continues to ride out her orgasm, gently pressing her back down into the bed. She hisses and starts to push at his shoulders, the signal that it’s too much. So Calum places one last kiss to her clit before pulling away from her glistening core.

Beneath him, eyes fluttering close, she looks angelic. Calum holds himself up above her and just watches the way she tries to collect her breath. “You’re beautiful, you know?” he whispers, not wanting to shatter the silence.

“No kidding?” she teases, winding her arms around his neck. The necklace dangles just a little in her face and she takes one hand to trace the chain. Hooking her fingers into it, she tugs Calum down to her. The taste of her arousal on Calum’s tongue makes her head spin. Calum caresses her side and stomach as the kiss deepens. Here is all they need--the soft and deep kisses, the moans that they swallow from each other.

Her hands leave from around his neck and begin to push down his sweatpants and underwear. And he lets her, even pulls back to kneel on his knees as she sits up. Their kiss hardly breaks and she’s quick to tug the cotton material down, hands wrapping around his length.

He groans at the squeeze--nothing too hard just enough pressure to make his whole body ignite. Her hand pumps him, once, then twice slowly and teasing him. “Baby,” he sighs, relishing the feeling of her hands working over him. The stay like that only for a minute or two before Calum pauses her to step down and full disrobe.

When he climbs back onto the bed, he crawls over her. “Welcome back, handsome,” she greets.

“Oh, it’s so good to be back,” he returns, grinning.

She runs her fingers over the tattoos decorating his chest, out of habit, out of something to ground her for a moment. There’s no way he’s real and it shouldn’t ever shock her like this. But sometimes it sneaks up on her and the realization of how madly in love she is with his man hits her all over again.

“What are you thinking about?” Calum asks.

“How much I love you,” she answers softly.

“I love you too,” he returns, bending down to kiss her. It’s soft and sweet--the kiss. For a moment, they just inhale the breaths of the other. It’s a tender moment, one that neither one wants to interrupt, so they let it linger, smiling at each other. She stretches up to kiss him, one hand trailing between their bodies and Calum catches the hint all too quickly when she traces along his length.

“I haven’t forgotten, love,” he exhales in a breathy laugh. “Trust me, I could never forget.” Once lined up, Calum’s slow to sink into her. One, he wants to drag this out, enjoy every inch of him that she grips of him. And two, because he wants to make sure that even in the lull that she’s ready to take him.

Her head falls back, hair pushing into the pillow and neck exposing itself to him. A tempting sight but Calum loses himself in the feeling of her wetness. He’s slow, pulling out just a bit before sinking further back into her. Her sighs and words of encouragement are soft from beneath him but they fuel him.

The pace quickens and both of them groan at the ecstasy. Out of reflex, she lifts one leg to readjust her hip flexor and Calum brings it up, resting her ankle on his shoulder. He kisses over the joint and the anklet, savoring just how much of her he can feel like this.

The chain dangles in her face, brushing in the valley of her breast and she revels in the feeling of Calum reaching the full depths of her body. She digs her nails into his flesh, more curses falling from her lip. But some of them get lost in the groans that win out. “God,” she huffs. “You’re everywhere.” And though it’s a bit of strain to get the words out because Calum’s pace is relentless as he snaps his hips into hers, she pushes the words out.

“You always take me so well,” he praises, watching the way her face contorts. “Oh, so soon, love? You’re going to cum again for me so fucking soon, like a good girl.”

Her whine slips out first but she nods, feeling the coil tightening yet again in her lower abdomen. Her body is hot, and she can already feel the prickle of sweat on her forehead. “Please, baby, please,” she begs.

“As you wish,” he hums, his own orgasm approaching faster than he anticipated. His body humming as the warmth spreads. The bed rocks just a little, hitting the wall and the sounds echo around them as they sigh and moan to each other. But the only thing that really matters to them, is each other.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, voice straining as she orgasms. No noise comes from her, but her mouth opens like if she had the breath she’d definitely be screaming his name. This time the quakes last longer, her whole body shaking. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” he hums, bumping his nose against her jaw, still riding through her orgasm.

“Shit, oh my god,” she shudders, wrapping her arms around his neck.

There’s a slight hiss when Calum moves again, and he kisses over her face, starting with her nose and then moving to her cheeks. Another quake takes her and Calum, not anticipating it, groans-- his orgasm now right on the edge. It won’t be much longer, but she nibbles at his earlobe. “Thank you,” she whispers. “Made me feel so fucking good. I want you to cum in me. So fucking deep,” she hums.

And while Calum’s trying to get his own rebuttal to the tip of his tongue, she squeezes around him. “Fuck,” he yelps just a little, his body erupting with his orgasm. His body shudders and he’s so blindsided by the feeling, his slips just a little, more of his weight settling onto her than usual.

She doesn’t say anything, just hums at the feeling of him succumbing to the pleasure. “Oh, that’s what I wanted,” she encourages. It leaves her throat like a purr and Calum shivers again at the sound.

They lay together, for a moment, her nails scratching lightly at the muscles in his back. Calum sinks into her, body going heavy. Her slight shift squeezes around him and he groans, sensitive. “Don’t--I can’t,” he laughs.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” Even her own voice sounds heavy and slurred. She kisses his temple and Calum pushes up. He’s slow to pull out, enjoying the drips that follow of his own release spilling out of her. With one finger he gently scopes it back up and into her. The familiar twinge of desire pulls at his lower gut and it’s almost enough. She even shivers, but Calum watches the way her eyes stay closed.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Sleepy now,” she returns.

“Let’s get cleaned up first and then we can nap.” His voice sounds farther away towards the end of the sentence and she assumes he went to the attached bathroom. The rush of water from the sink confirms it. Something wet and warm presses against her--no doubt Calum with a warm washcloth.

The clean up is swift as both of them share a shower and then under the sheets, they curl up around each other. Calum kisses the top of her head as she nuzzles in closely. “I want pancakes after our nap,” she mutters.

“I think we still have some blueberries.”

She pops up onto her elbow and grins a little. “It’s like you can read my mind.”

Calum laughs. “Maybe just a little bit.”

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Hello, can i request with 2 characters? It's Semi and Ushijima with top male reader. Reader and Ushijima are couple. Their relationship is mostly Ushi being sub and will do anything reader told him to. Also reader a bit manipulative? Well it's easy for him to make someone do his bidding.

Reader told Ushi to touch himself inside an empty room while reader watching him and he order him not to cum without his instructions. Earlier that day, Reader told Semi to come to the room after school end and when he did appeared, he saw Ushi playing with his own body. The sight made him hard and reader whispering things that stimulate him more and usher him to mess up Ushi.

Reader enjoying the scene because he knew that Semi has feelings for Ushi and he's happy because he get a new toy to play with. After Semi cum inside Ushi, Reader pull him toward himself and pounding him hard till he collapse from the overstimulation. Also reader didn't neglect his boyfriend that's been begging him to fuck him and let him cum.

wrapped around your fingers, (nsfw) ushijima x top!reader x semi

pronouns: he/him (FEMALE ORIENTED DNI!)

warnings: degradation, 3 some, hella manipulation, adultery kinda (?), daddy kink a little, there's also some dumbification and some random usual top reader kinks i slapped in there and publuc sex kinda me thinks

a/n: i love these types of request, dark but definitely fun to write, i lean bottom but this was still really 🛐

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"c'mon semi, look at your crush over there~ all riled up, touching himself, and begging to cum. won't you help him out a little?" you said pointing at ushijima, still with a vibrator inside his ass. 

"y/n, p-please stop… this isn't right and you know it."

"oh i know very well it isn't, but who the fuck is gonna come and stop me? certainly not you with that hard-on in your pants." 

you wanted to ruin ushijima more and more everyday, that's why you came up with the plan of completely breaking his mind with a particular someone else in mind. semi eita, one of the setters for the volleyball team. you knew he had a crush on ushijima ever since second year but ushi chose you over him. his feelings didn't die away and in fact it probably grew stronger than before. you wanted to take this chance to also mess with him a little, and see what kind of interesting scene will happen in front of your eyes. 

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bored, once again. it wasn't because you weren't satisfied with the relationship you had, you just simply wanted more risk and fun in it. ushijima is a very nice boyfriend even if he can be dense sometimes. he's obedient, especially to you. whatever you ask of him he'll almost always do it without fail. whether it was in the streets or in the sheets. the two of you were just out eating ramen till the filthy idea came rushing into your head. 

after going home, you told your boyfriend to wait for you in the storage room afterschool tomorrow and answer a video chat with only his video on. you whispered some questionable instructions into his ears and handed over him a small box for him to put in his backpack later. you told him not to open the box until tomorrow and he listened like a good boy. the rest of the night went on as usual but you were excited to see what will happen tomorrow.

during class the next day you continued to remind ushijima about last night and told him to make sure not to forget about what's suppose to happen later today. while you were enjoying lunch with your boyfriend you nearly forgot to inform the other person about this. you strolled in the semi's classroom casually and walked over to his desk finding him writing the homework that hasn't even been assigned yet.

"heyyy semi, how's it going?" you said with a sly look on your face. 

"oh hey y/n, i'm doing fine, do you need something?" semi said putting his pen down. 

"i was wondering if you had time afterschool today?" 

"i'm afraid not, i have something to attend to after school today, sorry about that." 

"are you sure you can't come? i would really appreciate it if you do, it's something quite important." 

"i really wish i could but i wouldn't want to push this off either-" 

"wakatoshi is going to be there." 

the air stiffened around the classroom as you saw semi tighten his fist. you knew he couldn't resist ushijima, and you didn't want to have to pull out this card either but he left you no choice. you can and will do anything to get what you want. semi turned his head but gave you a light nod in return. that was his signal of submission. 

"i'll see you 15min after school on the balcony~" you said with a smug look and your hands inside your pocket. 

the rest of your classes were so boring you nearly fell asleep. you wanted to get outta there and just carry out the rest of your plan. you were horny and you couldn't do anything about it, the thought of just fucking ushijima on his desk came into your mind a few times but was quickly brushed away after a while.  

you quickly left your seat after class after giving your boyfriend a kiss on the forehead and a small wink. you headed over to the balcony of the school while ushijima headed over to the storage room waiting for your video call. ushijima found out what you gave him in the little box and understood exactly what you meant. he loosened himself up and put in the vibrator at a low setting just like you asked. he then dialed your phone with nothing on but his shirt. 

"y-y/n, i did what you asked, is this good enough?" ushijima said with little moans coming out of his mouth. 

"that's it good boy, such a little slut for me aren't you?" 

ushi nodded his head while attempting to push the vibrator deeper inside him. 

"remember now, no cumming until i say so, alright darling?" 

"yes sir h-hah~" 

you let out a low giggle and put your phone inside your pocket on mute to greet the grey hair male in front of you. 

"hey semi, you're here." 

"yes, where is ushijima? i need to go soon." 

"woah woah what's the rush? follow me, i'll lead you to him."

semi was confused by what you meant but followed anyways. you led him to the storage room and told him to open the door himself. semi's heart began to race, afraid of what might be behind that door. his hands shook at the handle but eventually gained the courage to open it. he closed his eyes and pushed the door to see a heavenly sight he wouldn't even have seen in his dreams. 

ushijima was on the floor wearing nothing but a t-shirt, his eyes closed, moaning your name and playing with his nipples. you ordered him to not cum without your permission so there he is. left on the floor alone, edging himself, desperate to be a good boy for you. ushijima opened his eyes after hearing the door of the storage room creak. out of panic he covered his hard cock and sat up straight, only to find one of his best friends and his boyfriend standing in front of him.

"y-y/n? semi? what are you guys doing here?!" 

"aww look at you, following my instructions, good boy." 

"y-y/n! what is this?!" 

"hey darling, i never said you could stop, did i? now go on, keep pleasuring yourself, and if you do a good job i might just let you cum~" 

"y-yes daddy…" ushijima said as he returned to the position he was in before. 

"y/n! what are you doing! w-why did you even bring me here!" semi shouted out of rage. 

"c'mon semi, look at your crush over there~ all riled up, touching himself, and begging to cum. won't you help him out a little?" you said pointing at ushijima.

"p-please stop… this isn't right and you know it."

"oh i know very well it isn't, but who the fuck is gonna come and stop me? certainly not you with that hard-on in your pants." 

you were right, semi cock couldn't have been harder in his life. seeing his crush fucking himself with a vibrator and begging like a slut. he just couldn't control himself anymore. semi took off his pants and his cock bounced out of his underwear. he didn't even bother lubing himself up, he wanted to make ushi hurt, make him suffer for choosing you over him. while all of this was happening you were simply just an audience, enjoying the show put in front of you. 

"yah fuck you, fucking slut… such a pretty little whore for y/n over there huh? fucking take my cock bitch!" semi grunted. you could hear the rage coming from his voice and that only excited you more. 

ushijima was already out of breath, busy being fucked by semi. eyes rolled back, his tongue sticking out and his soft, overstimulated dick bouncing each time semi shoved further into him. 

you walked over to semi and whispered into his ear. 

"how good does it feel? to finally get what you wanted after so long." 

"shut the fuck up, a-ah you fucking bastard!" semi said as he came into your boyfriend, grunting and moaning out of anger. 

at this point ushijima was pretty much passed out but you haven't had your fun yet. while semi was trying to catch his breath, you quietly unbuckled your belt behind him and revealed your hard cock. you grabbed semi's hands behind him quickly and shoved your dick right into his ass, with no lube whatsoever. 

"a-ah! what the fuck y/n fucking- let me go! what are you h-hah~" 

"wow…look at you semi, just like your little crush over there you are also now getting fucked like a slut huh?" you said in a teasing manner. 

"fuck off a-ah… why are you doing this!" 

"oho? tired of playing nice are we? this is simply just payback, for fucking my boyfriend dumb. in return, i'm going to do the same for you~" 

if semi actually had the strength to fight back he would. however with the giant cock head hitting his prostate over and over again it makes it hard for him to even talk. you kept whispering sweet words into semi's ears telling him how good of a slut he is, fucking someone's brains out and immediately getting the same treatment. sooner or later you fucked the male onto the floor, ass filled with cum and so broken that he can't even stand up anymore. 

and there they were, both of your playthings, wrapped around your finger.

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[thatadhdfeeling]

The differences between HYPERFOCUSING and HYPERFIXATING

Tl;dr: Hyperfocusing is intense, uncontrollable concentration that can be productive and/or harmful. Hyperfixating is an obsession that can take up a lot of time, effort, and money, but is suddenly dropped. Both of these are common experiences with ADHD and other disorders, and hyperfixation can be mildly felt by neurotypical people, but to a lesser extent and far less frequently.

Hyperfocusing

is the state in which your attention is solely focused on the current task. This could be as simple as filing a nail, or as complex as reorganizing a room. It could be a minute, or several hours. And I don't mean this task is your main focus, I mean it's your ONLY focus.

Nothing else in the world exists to you. People struggle to interrupt and grab your attention. Time isn't a construct you understand anymore. Your nervous system stops sending alerts to your brain about physical symptoms. Hunger and a full bladder don't exist. Being in pain from not moving or muscle aches from heavy lifting aren't a recognizable thing.

It can be dangerous. When your body doesn't recognize hunger and you forget humans need to eat, you can cause digestion issues, low blood pressure, low brain oxygen levels, heartburn, etc. When your body doesn't tell you to stop and go pee, you can cause UTI or bladder infections and fevers. It is not a choice, it's not just working through lunch, and it's not just being super interested in something (although 99% of the time hyperfocusing is related to a task you find interesting).

Once you come out of the hyperfocusing state or are successfully interrupted, executive dysfunction tends to sink in and returning to that task is almost impossible. And everything hurts! It hurts to pee. It hurts to not eat. No time to prepare food, only to eat the food. You can feel very faint and confused due to lack of brain oxygen levels and lost perception of time. It's honestly not a fun experience to come out of. But you can get a lot of detailed work done while hyperfocusing! Hopefully something useful, but as it's not a choice of what on or when it happens, it isn't always productive.

Hyperfixating

is being obsessed with something. Could be anything. Learning a new skill, picking up a new (or old) hobby, an object, a person, a TV show.... Anything. But it's not just liking this thing a lot. It's an obsession.

Spending hours doing or researching or practicing or reblogging about it, even during inappropriate times. Sneaking it or something you can use to look it up with into work or school. Risking a lot to immerse yourself with it. Constantly thinking about it. Dreaming about it. And possibly hyperfocusing on it.

Everyone can enjoy a hobby or be a fan, but this isn't just enjoying it, it's obsession. It's the craving for that dopamine hit as though it were a drug. You find yourself spending so much money on it, and you're convinced it will last for a long time. You have this overwhelming desire to share it with the world. You'll tell your friends and family about it. Show them. Try to get them involved. Have your entire world surrounded by this hyperfixation by inserting it into every part of your life.

And then it's gone.

There's no warning, no getting bored period, no slowly becoming disinterested. You wake up one day and you don't care any more. It's over. It might come back in a few months or years, but more often than not it doesn't. And this can be a very low period. You feel incredibly dissatisfied and bored, but nothing fills that void. Nothing compares to the feeling of the thing you hyperfixated on, including the thing itself. It's like finishing a book or show and not knowing what to do with yourself after. When people ask you how it's going with that project or interest, it feels like a walk of shame to admit you haven't touched it for a very long time and no longer want to. That you spent so much effort and time and money on it and told yourself and everyone else that you weren't going to get bored of it. But you did.

And then the next hyperfixation comes along...

Hyperfocusing and hyperfixations are two common symptoms neurodivergent people experience. Mostly found in those with ADHD, but can be seen in other disorders as well (I believe autism is one of them. I am not autistic, I can't speak for members of the autism community on this). Both hyperfocusing and hyperfixating have their pros and cons, and neither can be controlled or started/stopped at will. The subject matter is also not a choice. Many neurotypical people experience times of intense focusing or obsessions with interests, but not quite to the same extent as often. Neurotypical people can mildly hyperfixate, but it tends to be for a longer time and usually includes a more gradual decline of interest. Some people are able to turn careers into it. If you are neurotypical and truly hyperfixate on something, congratulations, you've discovered your passion. But for someone with ADHD, they may struggle with this, as the hyperfixation can stop suddenly after a shorter time so they can't use it to help with career advancement. These are things that take over the lives of neurodivergent individuals. People have lost jobs over it, gone bankrupt over it, caused health problems because of it.... It's not just something everyone experiences. Neurotypical people can, but it's rarer and less intense. ADHD isn't a lack of attention, it's the inability to regulate it. So while we struggle to maintain focus, we also struggle to stop focusing at times.

If you know someone who's neurodivergent and tells you about these experiences, just listen. Let them teach you about their interest. Let them passionately talk to you about it. If they are hyperfocusing, follow up with them later. Even if they responded to a question during that period, double check if it's important to make sure they remember. Prepare them food ahead of time. Let them know if it's been hours since they got up and walked or went to the bathroom. Don't shame them for dropping an interest, or tell them their hyperfixation is annoying. Understand that they can't control hyperfocusing. Care for them, because they'll need it.

I don't speak for everyone with ADHD, this is just me trying to explain the differences and how strong they can be. I don't speak for anyone else, neurotypical or neurodivergent. Yes, everyone experiences these symptoms sometimes, but not everyone experiences them to the same extent and less frequently. That's why disorders are classified as they are. Please see my "Why saying everyone has ADHD is harmful" and "Disorder and disability aren't bad words" posts. I also have no sources, just personal experiences and what I have been explained by my therapist (who also has ADHD) and other neurodivergent people. So hey, I could be wrong. I'm always open to education, and wish for the world to understand that neurodivergent people are different, and that's not a bad thing!

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