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banannabethchase · 1 year

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Adam's parents are gone for the weekend, and invites Jon over to stay.

NOTE: As indicated by the rating and content warnings, there are no depictions of anybody having sex. There are conversations about wants and interests, but there's no written acts or anything. It's all implied like a YA novel.

The chapter contains some of my favorite lines I've ever written and I hope you enjoy this <3

Mini playlist: Heaven's Gate - Fall Out Boy Truly Madly Deeply - Savage Garden Lightning in a Bottle - The Summer Set Moon - The Cab

Adam manages to avoid Kenny and the Jacksons enough the first month of the school year, other than that moment with Matt when he had the sunglasses. He ticks off every day he makes it without an incident, until, suddenly, it’s been days since he thought about it.

He’s actually enjoying the classes and the non-Baller Club people for the first time since middle school. He aces the first AP Human Geography test, nails the in class essay on Beowulf for AP English, and does okay on the first Chemistry test. He and Alex study with Jon, who gives them tricks and strategies to survive. He makes it to October in one piece, and wonders, a little bit, if this is what people mean when they say high school is the best years of their life.

Having Jon in his corner, too, is different. He knows Adam’s tells, the name of all of Adam’s animals, all the mistakes Adam’s made, and he likes him no matter what.

It’s more like home than a person’s ever felt.

On a chilly early October afternoon, Adam’s chatting with Dalton about the cows they plan on showing, when Jon, all swagger and neon hair, swings up next to him outside of the ag barn, yells, "Boo!", and Adam nearly jumps out of his shoes.

“Is this the guy?” Dalton asks. He makes a show of looking Jon up and down. “Good look. Weird hair.”

“That’s why I do it,” Jon says, nodding to Dalton. He turns to Adam. “Hey, so, wanna hang out tonight?”

Adam nods. “Yeah,” he gives Dalton a look. “That sounds great.”

Dalton does not react.

“Dalton,” Adam says, “can we, uh, get a moment?”

“Ugh, fine,” Dalton says, “deny me my in person real life fanfiction bullshit.”

“Don’t you have, like, two boyfriends?” Jon asks.

Dalton shrugs. “Yeah, but this is different. Sometimes you want some strange, you know?”

Adam shoves him toward the path back to school. “Okay, bye, love you, get out.” He turns back to Jon. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“So, I was thinking,” Adam says. “I have an idea.”

“Two very shocking turns of events, based on how this conversation is going,” Jon pulls a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it. “Tell me your thoughts and ideas, Cowboy.”

Adam wants to smoke just to put his lips where Jon’s have been. “You, uh,” Adam is suddenly nervous, “you wanna stay over tonight?”

Jon blinks. “Tonight?”

Adam nods. “My parents are out, they’ve got a wedding that didn’t invite anybody under twenty-one, and I’ve, uh,” he rubs the back of his neck. “I’ve never been alone overnight before.”

“You want a buddy?” Jon asks, gently teasing. “Yeah, I’ll stay over. But don’t expect me to put out or anything. I’m not that kind of girl.”

Adam stares at him. “Put – put out? Are you kidding me, is this 1974?” He bonks Jon over the head with his agenda.

Jon shrugs, that little smile on his lips. “You’re right. I’ll probably put out if you ask nice.” His eyes go suddenly soft and serious. “I mean, if you want to.”

Adam swallows and hides his hands, because they’ve started shaking just a little bit. This is what he’d hoped for, but things are going far more according to plan than even his best scheming could have suggested. “I think so. Yeah, I think – I think it’d be nice.”

Jon smiles, a little wider, then leans in and presses a gruff kiss to Adam’s temple. “Okay, cool. I gotta go home real quick and get some stuff, okay?” He starts to pull away, but then he leans back in and kisses Adam on the mouth, hard like a promise. “See you soon.”

“Want me to drive you?” Adam calls as Jon walks away.

“I’ll bike over later.”

Adam gets a little hot all over. “Like – motorcycle?”

Jon throws his head back when he laughs, hair going everywhere. Adam wants to paint the moment, but settles for memorizing it. “Yeah, you wish, hot shot. No, I got an old ten speed.”

Adam blinks. “You dumbass. You’re coming with me.” He strides over and grabs Jon’s arm.

“I can bike!” Jon complains as Adam drags him across the campus toward the lot. “Oh, my god, you’re strong. This is so annoying. Get off.”

Adam drops him and settles for guiding him – Jon calls it shoving – by the shoulders. “Get in the car. You’re not biking, like, twelve miles.”

Jon pouts. “But it’s fast!”

Adam groans. “It’s not faster than – get in my truck, you dumbass. I’ll drive you and then we’ll go back to mine.” He opens the door and slides into the driver’s seat.

Jon, teasingly, begins stepping backwards. “I could just leave.”

“Get in the truck!” Adam can’t stop laughing, can’t hold back the glee. Jon is now weaving between other people trying to leave the parking lot.

“Can’t hear you!” he yells.

Adam groans and moves to turn his car around so he can go meet Jon from behind, but then he sees that he’s blocked in. By Matt Jackson.

“Oh, Jesus Christ McFuck,” he whines. The impulse to go home and get trashed hits him like a train. He rips his eyes away from the rear view mirror, grip now iron on the steering wheel, and does everything he can not to look in the rearview mirror. It’s too scary to think that Matt’s eyes may be looking back.

The door clicks open, and Jon jumps into the passenger seat, energy still floating around him. “You were supposed to chase me!”

“Was gonna,” Adam mutters, and immediately Jon’s tone shifts.

“What? What happened?”

Adam jerks his head behind him. “Jacksons. Behind us.”

Jon makes a weird face. “You – you wanna, like, reverse into them or something?”

“Why do you look mildly turned on by vehicular damage?” Adam asks, decidedly going forward in the line.

“It’s you doing the vehicular damage,” Jon replies, “so, like, kind of always turned on.”

“Even when Mr. Pham is talking about inequity of wealth in global communities?” Adam asks, making it to the first of three stop signs in the line. “That seems irresponsible.” He glances in the rearview mirror out of habit, and immediately wants to throw up. Matt was looking at him. “What are the odds of them behind right me in the line?!”

“Breathe, Cowboy,” Jon says gently. He rests a hand on Adam’s arm, and Adam drops it from the wheel, grabbing him.

“I am breathing,” he says. “All I want to do is slide tackle the two of them. And then, like, punch them in the throat.”

“Charming,” Jon says. “Talk more violence. This is fun.”

“You’re gonna get me in trouble with Scotty if you don’t put on your seat belt." He doesn’t look in the rear view mirror this time, just uses the ones on the side. It loosens the vice crushing his chest, if he just pretends they aren’t there. But that can only go so far.

“Scotty and his little parking lot police golf cart can’t even outrun me on foot,” Jon says, buckling anyway and throwing his feet up on the dash. “Let’s focus on tonight and the way I’m gonna make you forget about those Elite assholes.” Jon begins to rant about how mediocre they are, how lame their name is, and it sounds like he’s reading out of a book. It gives Adam the room to breathe, the opportunity to laugh. The vice falls away. “And tonight,” Jon says, “we’re gonna make it so the only thing you remember about Kenny Omega is that his dick is weird and he fucks like trash compared to me.”

Adam finds himself giggling. “Thought you said you wouldn’t put out?”

“That was before I had the image of you punching someone in the throat and the way you, ooh, stop fully at every single stop sign.” He fans himself. “The dichotomy of man.”

Adam gets him in a headlock once they’re off school property and holds him like that until they get to Jon’s house.

He runs in and gets whatever the hell from his house, then leaps back out through a window of all things.

“Why – there is a door!” Adam sputters.

“Gotta keep ‘em on their toes,” Jon says, sliding in.

“Who’s them?!”

Jon grins, then leans in to kiss Adam gently. “You, baby.”

They get to Adam’s and the tone changes. Seeing the backpack a little more filled with stuff, and knowing it’s clothes, maybe a toothbrush, makes Adam’s body feel too small, like there’s so much willing to burst out of him.

“Um,” Adam says, going for the fridge. “I, uh, since we’re alone tonight. You want a drink?” He pulls out two beers.

“Oh, no,” Jon says, stepping backward. It’s the first time Adam’s seen panic in his eyes. “Um. I don’t – I don’t drink.” He rubs anxiously at his jaw, where the stubble is the thickest. It’s where Adam finds his hand often, too. “I can’t.”

“Oh.” Adam looks down at the beers in his hands, then back to Jon. “Um. Sorry. I’ll just put them…” He trails off, and shoves them into the fridge. “Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s – it’s cool. Had an issue a bit ago, sophomore year.” He frowns. “Eddie and I were fighting.”

Adam nods. He thinks he remembers rumors of that. He was so wrapped up in Baller Club back then – the problems of other people were small compared to the way Cody and Kenny were fighting. “About what?”

“I was, uh, getting a little too into football,” he ruffles his hand through his pink streaked hair, “focused on the wrong things, you know? Going to the parties. Sophomore year, the seniors were all obsessed with drinking." Adam remembers that - Chris Jericho, soccer captain, spent hours talking about how good the parties were. It was the first time the Elite started a war against other people on the soccer team. "So I was, too.” He kicks at the bottom of the chair. “Got a little too into it. Eddie was worried. He was right to be.” He finally looks up into Adam’s eyes. “One night, after a party, I went to pick up Eddie to hang out. And I, uh, almost wrecked my car. Eddie was riding shotgun. He said,” his voice catches. He clears it, and starts again. “He said if I kept it up, the drinking all the time, that is, he was leaving. We yelled. He walked away. And I realized nothing was worth seeing him leave.”

Adam sits down in his mom’s chair at the table, and Jon follows, sitting in the chair Adam usually chooses. “That’s a lot,” Adam says. “I’m sorry I brought the beers out.”

“Nah, don’t be, Cowboy,” Jon says, smiling with a little sadness behind it. “Sometimes I need to talk about it. Remind myself why I don’t.”

“Speaking of Eddie,” Adam says, because it’s been bothering him, “does he know about us?” He pauses. “Like, that we’re boyfriends like – like you two are?”

“Oh, yeah,” Jon says, like it’s normal. “Yeah, he does. He’s been with Miguel for a little while too.” He shrugs. “Eddie’s my endgame, but we don’t think it makes sense to get stuck in that, you know? I’m gonna marry Eddie one day, live in some shitty little apartment happily ever after with taxes and bills fucking it up, but that doesn’t mean we can’t, I don’t know, find connections with others.” Jon’s smile goes soft, gentle. “And I like our connection.”

Adam grins. “Glad to hear it.

Jon scuffs his shoe on the ground. “Uh, so,” he clears his throat, “I got a question.”

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever, um, have you actually done anything before?” Jon asks. “I know I was talking shit earlier, but I honestly don’t know what to expect from Kenny Omega and his sexual attraction to soccer cleats.”

Adam nods. “I had, uh, sex. With Kenny. A lot.”

Jon raises an eyebrow. “A lot, he clarifies?”

“Shut up,” Adam says, burning pink. “Just with him, though.”

“Nobody else?” Jon asks, and it’s more gentle than Adam expects.

Adam shakes his head. “I, uh, I gotta be honest with you. I don’t think I’ve gotten over Kenny.” He doesn’t know why he says it.

Jon is quiet for a moment. “That’s okay. I’ve got Eddie, so maybe we’re kinda in the same boat there.” He meets Adam’s eyes. “You think he might be your Eddie?”

“I don’t know,” Adam says, and he really doesn’t. “If we don’t iron everything out, I hope not. But if we do.” He lets it hang in the air. He doesn’t want to admit it, doesn’t want to allow hope to seep in through the cracks of his own insecurities. And, he realizes, doesn’t want to let latent feelings for someone who won’t speak to him get in his and Jon's way.

“You don’t have to make any decisions about that,” Jon says, and he stands, offering out a hand. “Just – live the moment. If you two get back together, awesome. If you don’t, that’s the way it goes. But right now,” he’s pulls Adam’s hand, walking backwards, “it’s whatever you want.”

Adam follows him. “Whatever I want?”

Jon grins. “You know what I mean.”

They give up on words for a while, lazily making out on the couch, when Jon’s hands find themselves crawling up the front of Hangman’s shirt. And he pauses.

“Wait.” He pulls back, and yanks Adam’s shirt off.

“Um.”

“You have legit abs." He sounds reverent, astonished. "You – what do you do, paint those on?” Jon reaches out and touches Adam’s chest. “Fuck, you’re the painting.”

Adam stares. “You’ve seen me shirtless!”

“Yeah, like, for a second, but now I get to look, and I’m looking.” He looks a little dazed. “How do you even get those?” He looks up, dead into Adam’s eyes. “Is this what all hot cowboys look like?”

Adam fights the urge to cover up. He’s never had this before – someone staring at him like this, saying all these complimentary things. With Kenny, it was the norm. All of them had abs, unless they’d just loaded up on a pasta party, and even then they’d pull the joke they’d call ‘fat abs’, which, looking back, really wasn’t funny at all.

Jon’s looking at him like he’s a masterpiece, and he’s used to feeling like a factory model. “Here, don’t look too close at me or whatever, but I’m getting my shirt off and just, yeah. Don’t,” he looks shy, suddenly. “Don’t judge me, okay?”

Adam helps him take off his shirt, and finds himself looking for flaws, interest piqued by Jon’s request, but he finds nothing to startle him. Some scars around the top of his chest, something maybe surgery related around his stomach, but Jon’s beautiful and tantalizing and he has chest hair, which is the first time he’s seen it on a kid his age. Adam decides, in that moment, to shut out the memory he has of Kenny, naked and glowing under sunlight.

“You’re beautiful,” he mumbles, and his mouth doesn’t feel like it’s working for words. So he decides not to worry about them, letting his actions speak for him.

They fumble, of course. Adam’s not sure why they thought they’d both be superstars at this, but it feels like safety and joy, like learning more about yourself through the touch of another. He laughs – more than once.

When they collapse onto Adam’s bed, foreheads sweaty and Adam finding pink hair in his face at every turn, Adam’s heart feels full. He feels calm.

“Your hair is in my face,” Adam mutters, because it’s getting ridiculous enough that he’s about to sneeze with all this pink under his nose.

“Deal with it,” Jon replies, and he snuggles up against Adam, his face buried into Adam’s neck. Almost automatically, Adam reaches around Jon and pulls him in close.

It’s soft and quiet for a moment, Adam sure he could fall asleep, when he gets walloped in the face. “What – why are you ruining the moment?”

“You’re breathing loud.”

Adam opens his eyes to a curtain of pink hair across his face. He spits it out, shifting so Jon flops onto the bed. “What, I’m not allowed to breathe?”

“You,” Jon says, putting himself back onto Adam’s chest, throwing his pink hair over Adam’s eyes, “aren’t allowed to kill my afterglow.”

It strikes Adam as devastatingly funny, somehow, and he laughs so hard his stomach hurts. But Jon’s laughing with him, and they curl around each other like puppies, and Adam wants this forever.

The weekend passes with strange domesticity. Adam’s never woken up without his parents like this before, or with Jon, but it, somehow, feels right.

They kiss goodbye Sunday evening, with Jon grabbing Adam’s bicep like a lifeline as he draws the breath out of him. Adam lingers on the goodbye, even though he doesn’t have to.

“We’ll see each other tomorrow,” Jon says, tucking a rogue curl behind Adam’s ear. “Besides. Check your texts. I sent you something.”

Adam blushes the whole car ride home.

For a Monday, things go pretty well. Until he crosses the building to get to Chemistry class. As he passes the gym and locker rooms, an arm grabs him, and he’s yanked into a room. His fists are up, and he’s ready to swing, when he sees Anna.

“What – why are you in the boy’s locker room?”

“Don’t worry about that,” she says. “Why are you hanging out with Jon Moxley so much?”

Adam feels his face burn. “I’m – we’re, it’s like, it’s just…” He trails off. “Why do you want to know?”

“Because I’m your friend, and I’m the only one with a brain cell in the Dark Order. All of them think it’s cute you moved on.” She folds her arms in front of herself. “I'm concerned for your wellbeing.”

“I'm not gonna get weird about him or anything,” Adam says. Anna raises an eyebrow. “No, seriously! I won’t.”

“Yeah,” she deadpans, “because you’re great with regulating your emotions.”

“I won’t!” Adam repeats. “I swear. I mean, he’s my boyfriend. But I’m good. I swear. I’m not gonna get hurt or anything.”

“You sound like a dumbass in a romcom,” Anna says. “You really believe you, of all people, can keep yourself from getting hurt.”

Adam don’t answer right away. He knows he’s a romantic; he’s fallen in love about four times a day since he learned to appreciate a nice ass. But this, with Jon? It feels like friendship with a fire underneath it. It feels safe. It doesn’t feel like he used to with Kenny. “I do,” Adam says. “I really do.”

Anna studies him for long enough that he starts to feel ants crawl up his spine. She makes eye contact like other people make war. “I’m keeping an eye on you,” she finally says. “If he hurts you, I’m going to choke him out. I want to make sure you know that. And then I’ll probably choke you out, too.”

Adam nods. “Fair. Just – have a little faith, okay?” He smiles. “This time, I think I’m on the right track.”

“You better be,” Anna says with a sigh. “John is a little pissed that he’s not the Jon you’re getting into bed with. If you mess it up, he might confront you about it.”

Adam laughs, ducking his head. “Well, I’ll tell him he’s pretty next time I see him, how about that?”

“If you go that far, he might cream his pants.” She wrinkles her nose. “Anyway, you leave first. I’ll go out the back way.”

Adam blinks. “There’s a back way?”

With a sigh, like this is the final straw of her dealing with his shit, she nods. “Yes, dumbass, the window. There’s always a back way if there’s a window.”

He opens his mouth to respond that they are, indeed, on the second floor, and he’s pretty sure it opens out to the courtyard, but Anna’s gone and he’s speaking to air.

He shakes his head and pulls his hair off of his face, and makes his way out of the locker room. And the day only gets weirder. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he grumbles. It’s not as bad as seeing Kenny, at least, and Nick at least looks a little hesitant as they pass in the hallway.

“Hi, Adam.”

It’s enough to stop him in his tracks. “Are you actually talking to me?” He doesn't say it mean, he thinks. It's truly just disbelief.

“I’m sorry,” Nick says, so fast it’s like he didn’t mean to speak. “Um, that my brother and Kenny are being such jerks.” He rubs his hand at his neck. He’s cut his hair a little shorter. Trying to grow a beard. None of it masks how young those bright blue eyes are. “I just wanted to, uh. I wanted to make sure you know I’ve still got your back. And I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.”

Adam just blinks at him. Nick’s always been the gentlest of them all, he knows it, and Adam’s sorry to say he’s been on the rough end of Adam’s own anger. “You do?”

Nick nods. “I,” he pauses, drawing his eyes up to meet Adam’s. It feels safe. “I don’t think any of us did a good job of being friends to you. We didn’t help you.” He furrows his brow. “I could tell something is wrong and I just…I’ve been talking to my pastor about it, and he thinks an apology is only the first step. So, I’m sorry. For not doing something when I could tell you weren’t – that something wasn’t right.”

Adam wants to say something, but no words come, so he settles for a smile until his brain reconnects. “How’s the season going?”

Nick lights up. “Oh, so good!” His eyes go somewhere else for a second. “Well, sort of. Matt and I have that stopper/sweeper routine down pat. We’re letting in, like, no offensive players. It’s great.” He turns his eyes back to Adam’s. “And yesterday’s game - you should have seen the way we left the other team – we’re ten and oh, so we’re doing so much better than we exp…” He trails off. “Um. Well, we’re doing better than I expected we’d be doing without you.” His smile turns sheepish. “You always were always our best striker. Even though Kenny never wanted to admit it.”

“Oh. Thanks. That’s, uh. That’s high praise, from you.” He nods. “A good defender can always tell the good strikers.”

“And this one does,” Nick says. “Hey, I gotta get to my next class before the bell. I have Herrington and she’s like – ”

“Oh, definitely, run,” Adam laughs. “She’s the worst when it comes to late students.”

Nick nods. He steps backwards, pauses, then runs at Adam, wrapping him in a quick, tight hug. “I’ve missed you,” he says. “I’ll text you sometime, okay?”

The bell goes off, and Adam is left, a little baffled but content, standing in the hallway.

#HangMox #Wrestling High School AU #Hangman Adam Page #Jon Moxley #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which Sara writes #This chapter caused me Emotional Distress for no reason

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retroaria · 3 years

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COTTAGECORE READER

cc: karl jacobs, georgenotfound, sapnap, quackity, dream, wilbur soot, nihachu

pronouns: i’ll say she/they for these, the only time i make it female is when using the word “princess” in sapnaps section

warnings: just swearing

here’s my masterlist :]

a/n: i don’t know much about cottagecore but i tried my best !!

karl:

def the most excited about it

will go on walks through fields and forests with you anytime just ask and he will be there

loves baking different kinds of sweets with you

shows off all the flower crowns and other cute little things you’ve made for him on stream all the time. he’s just so proud and happy to have such an adorable partner

will let you put whatever plants you want around the house and outside. it was never something he thought of doing before, but he loves thinking of you every time he comes home and sees the beautiful sunflowers and rose bushes on the front lawn :3

george:

is very intrigued by it

asks you questions about different things in nature all the time like butterflies and bees and flowers and mushrooms

he’s a big fan of the sweet and delicate look of how you dress, thinks it’s so cute and almost dream like ya know

loves when you bake for him. literally will eat anything you make and talk about how good it was forever

thinks it’s so cute how obsessed you are with his characters whole mushroom thing

will have you on stream with him while he remakes the cottage house on the smp so you can help decorate and add your own little touches

sapnap:

is very indifferent on it but still thinks it’s adorable

if you were to bring him home fresh picked flowers one day he would literally cry like, did he really want flowers that much? no, the thought didn’t even cross his mind but holy shit is it the cutest thing he has ever witnessed

“yeah babe those flowers are really pretty...oh wait...they’re for me....seriously like...you got these...for me?🥺”

overall thinks the style is so gorgeous he feels like he’s dating a fairy princess and he wouldn’t ask for anything else

has officially crowned you “The Princess of Kinoko Kingdom” AHHH literally so cute

dream:

will literally buy you a mini cottage that you can put in his backyard and grow all your plants there and have fresh fruit and whatever else you want

dream gives supportive vibes so he def wants you to embrace this part of your personality to it’s fullest

loves helping you bake and if you convince him hard enough he might get out of bed and go on walks with you

lets you take patches outside to hang out with you in the garden and then he takes pics for twitter which the fans obviously think is the cutest thing ever cus it is :3

quackity:

AHHHH

is just so enamored by it

thinks it’s so cool and adorable and literally just precious

begs you to make him flower crowns and although you can see his hair with them on he had to put them on over his beanie to show stream and he looks so silly lol

will go on picnic dates with you :]

big music guy so he obviously loves when you give him music recs of like dream pop and softer stuff, literally loves it so much

wilbur:

it’s quite the nice contrast to his style actually

will let you dress him up more like your aesthetic just for fun

ends up actually liking some of the stuff and talks about the new experience on stream

also wears your flower crowns on stream duh

“chat, look at these things y/n made. they’re flower crowns!! aren’t they just the cutest things you’ve ever seen. ugh they’re so talented”

gave one to phil lol (he loves it btw :3)

niki:

SHE LOVES IT SO MUCH

wants to try it out herself so you give her lots of tips

you guys go thrifting together and then later try on stream all the stuff you got

you teach her a lot about plants and nature and she is just in such awe of how passionate you are about everything

loves baking with you (baking stream??)

matching strawberry dresses :3

hi, sorry i’ve been gone for so long :((

been having a hard time and just had no motivation but i’m getting back into the swing of things

THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS HOLY COW THATS EPIC !!!

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bwbatta · 3 years

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The one where you get together (1)

Abstract: Y/N and Sirius have been friends since they first met on the Hogwarts Express, so when they do get together, they decide not to tell their friends straight away. (Friends AU)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Lupin sister!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, talking about sexual content

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: To celebrate reaching 500 followers, I'm dropping another mini series as a thank you to everyone who has shared and supported my work! Add yourself to my taglist here

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You could still vividly remember the first time you met Sirius Black.

Boarding the train to Hogwarts the first time, you managed to find a compartment with your brother, Remus, before it was descended upon by two rowdy boys with large grins.

James Potter and Sirius Black had, with no hesitation, introduced themselves to you and you quickly became friends, especially when you pulled your money together and bought a various selection of chocolates from the trolley. When the sorting hat placed all of you in Gryffindor, it only reaffirmed your friendship.

It wasn't just the four of you in your little group though, the boys were placed in a dormitory with another boy, Peter, and you shared a dorm with two other girls who also became fierce friends of yours; Lily Evans and Marlene McKinnon.

Of course, growing up together through Hogwarts had it's arguments and fall outs, though somehow you always seemed to remain friends.

It wasn't until your seventh, and final year of Hogwarts did the surprising pair of Lily and James get together which solidified your friendship group even further. Between Sirius and you, the bet you had made in your fourth year regarding when the pair would get together, finally came to an end where you had happily took your winnings with a smile and paid for a bottle of Firewhiskey to celebrate.

After graduating, you ended up moving in with Marlene, finding a perfect two bedroom flat for you to share, close to Diagon Alley. The boys had taken a page from your book with Sirius using some of his inheritance from his great uncle and buying a flat directly across the Leaky Cauldron.

Whilst he had invited Peter to also live with him and Remus, the boy politely refused with the intention to stay with his parents for a while.

James however, had asked Lily to move in with him almost the second they graduated and the pair had moved to a little cottage in Godric’s Hollow. It wasn’t long afterwards that James had proposed to Lily which led to the current series of events.

About an hour before, you and Marlene had walked down the aisle in the gardens of Potter Manor in your bridesmaids dresses, while Lily had donned a white dress and followed you. Standing opposite your brother and Sirius, the latter caught your eye when your friends said their wedding vows.

With a wink, Sirius had your attention and you weren't exactly sure what it was that felt different, but something definitely did.

As the reception started, you watched Lily and James take some of their wedding photos together. The smile on your face was something you couldn't help as Remus appeared at your side, a similar expression on his own face.

"Remember when Lily hexed James so hard he vomited out of his nose because he proposed to her?"

"I'm pretty sure it made him like her even more to be honest, James is weird like that." You snickered, accepting the drink from your brother. "Who would've thought we'd be here not even four years later?"

"Tell me about it. If you plan on getting married anytime soon though, please give me some warning." Remus joked, nudging his shoulder against yours.

"I think I need to actually date someone before I marry them, but thanks for being so optimistic about my dating life." You grinned at him before seeing Sirius making his way over to the two of you.

"Well well, if it isn't the Lupin twins." Sirius laid an arm over both your shoulders. "How long do you reckon it'll be before Lily's creepy uncle makes a move on Marlene?"

"At least after two more drinks." Remus chuckled. "Which reminds me, I promised I'd save her from any men tonight who wanted to dance with her that, and I quote, looked like they had to use a stamina charm in bed."

"Good luck with that." You snickered, waving your brother off as he disappeared in the direction of the blonde.

Sirius didn't say anything else as he took a seat at one of the tables and pulled you down into his lap. It wasn't uncommon for the two of you to hug or cuddle, having done so numerous times in the Gryffindor common room, much to Remus' annoyance. This only really resulted in Sirius being more affectionate.

Being twins, the two of you were naturally closer than normal siblings which resulted in Remus being protective over you since the only blood family you both had left was each other. Your parents, especially your father, had grown fearsome and disgusted at what Remus was, despite it not being his fault when Greyback bit him all those years ago. Your father began to resent you after you constantly took Remus' side and played his constant advocate.

"Hey, what're you thinking about?" Sirius nudged you, grabbing your attention. His expression was unreadable as he watched you watch Lily and James interact with each other.

"I don't know, it's nothing." Sirius nudged you again, looking for a proper answer. "I look at them and I just wonder if I'll ever have that, you know? Someone who looks at you like you're their whole world."

Sirius didn't say anything at first, but pulled you closer. He wouldn't admit it but he often had the same thought cross his mind.

"You'll find them."

"Are they fucking hiding from me?!"

"If they've already met you, then probably."

Smacking his chest, you couldn't help the contagious laughter that bubbled from you, echoing that from the wizard.

"Being serious though," Sirius grinned at the pun he just made, "who wouldn't want you?"

You smiled at him warmly, not knowing what to say. It wasn't often that Sirius was, well serious. The boy loved a joke, but he also loved his friends and knew exactly what to say to them to cheer them up, especially you.

"Thanks, Siri."

"Hey, James and Lily are about to head off for their honeymoon." Remus said, knocking on Sirius' bedroom door at Potter Manor, stepping inside to see Sirius rush back out from the ensuite bathroom only in his shirt and boxers. "What happened to you? You disappeared from the reception."

"Uh, dropped cake down myself, had to come and change." Sirius told him quickly.

"You do realise you're a wizard right? You could've just vanished the mess?"

"Ah yeah, of course, how stupid, sure could've. Anyway, I just need to put on some clean trousers and I'll be right down."

Remus frowned. Something was off but he couldn't work out what it was. Putting it down to Sirius drinking too much, he waved the man off, exiting the room.

"Alright well, hurry down, James was asking for you."

Remus exited the room and Sirius quickly closed the door behind him. Turning back to the bathroom, he watched as you opened the door with a tentative expression, trying to zip your dress back up but failing.

"Do you think he knew I was here?"

"Don't think so, here, turn around, I'll do it." Sirius turned you around, quickly zipping up your dress before resting his hands on your waist. "So, we haven't done that before."

"That is correct."

It was slightly awkward between the two of you, why was it awkward? Oh, maybe because you were both fucking like rabbits not even moments before your brother knocked on the door. It had never been awkward between you before though and you didn't like it.

"Why is it so awkward?" Sirius chuckled as you spun around before him.

"Right! It's like I don't know what to say!"

"We're just two friends who've had sex one time, there doesn't have to be anything awkward about that!"

"Exactly, it doesn't have to be a big deal, it was a one time thing, we can just go back to the party and no one will know!"

"Yes, good plan, lets go!" Turning towards the door, Sirius started towards it with a new determination, completely forgetting one issue.

"Sirius?" He paused, looking back at you, "maybe you should put on some trousers before we go down though."

"Good idea."

Waving James and Lily off, you stood alongside the rest of your friends as Marlene appeared, pulling you towards her by your waist.

"Ugh, please tell me we're going to get some good booze and continue to get fucked up at ours?"

"Is that an open invite?" Remus asked with a grin, "Think I spied an extra bottle of Firewhiskey knocking about near the top table."

"100%," Marlene grinned at him, "after all, it's the least I could do after you saved me from so many creeps tonight. I will thank you in the form of hosting a small afterparty with the inner circle. Right, Y/N?"

"I'm up for it, I'll go see if I can grab that extra bottle you mentioned."

Taking off towards the top table, your eyes scanned the tables one by one until you felt a presence behind you. Already knowing who it was, you didn't bother looking back at them.

"I've got a fresh bottle stashed under my bed upstairs if we wanna grab that one?" Sirius said lowly in your ear.

"That sounds like a plan," you said slowly, "though I thought we said it was only a one time thing?"

"Weddings don't count, right? I swear that's a rule somewhere."

"...How long do you think we can be before the others get suspicious?"

"10 minutes?"

"Sounds good, lets go."

The pair of you said nothing more the entire night on the matter and ended up just having a good time with your friends. The boys ended up sleeping on your sofas, not trusting themselves to apparate safely considering the amount they each had to drink.

It wasn't until mid morning when everyone started to rouse, that you offered to make everyone a cup of tea to help with the hangovers that had started to form.

"Hey, make mine extra strong, will you?"

You laughed, turning to face Sirius.

"You need the caffeine that much?"

"That answer is a strong yes."

Pouring the boiling water into the mugs, you passed Sirius' over to him as he smiled at you in thanks.

"So, yesterday was something." You smiled, taking a sip of your own drink.

"Yeah... something stupid, right?"

"Yeah, totally stupid." There was a brief silence between you as you weren't exactly sure what to say next. "Look as much as I enjoyed it, I don't want us to become awkward or ruin our friendship or anything because of it."

"Good, because I was going to say the same thing." Sirius nodded, leaning against the kitchen counter top. "As good as the sex was, and trust me it was good, it's not worth making our friendship awkward or anything not knowing where we stand with the other."

"Right, yes, that makes a lot of sense." You both took another sip of tea as you listened to Marlene and Remus in the living room laugh about something. "Unless... wait no, it's nothing."

"No, what it is?" Sirius asked.

"Unless... I don't know, we keep fucking in secret and just don't tell the others?"

You stared at the tea in your cup before raising your eyes to meet Sirius' grey ones which were wide, a grin on his face.

"I guess that would work too?"

"Yeah... anyway on a totally unrelated note, Marlene's visiting her family tomorrow night at like 7."

"Noted."

"Where's my bloody tea, Y/N!" The blonde in question strode into the kitchen sluggishly. "I swear you've been in here for 4 hours making it."

"If you were a little more patient, Mar, I was just about to bring it out for you." You rolled your eyes but handed the mug over to her anyway.

"Thanks, how're you two feeling this morning?"

"Rough." Sirius grunted out as the three of you headed back into the living room. "But what's new there, really?!"

"You should really try cut back on your drinking, Pads." Remus mentioned, taking the cup of tea from you with a smile.

"You should cut back on your chocolate."

"Chocolate doesn't give you hangovers." Remus countered with a smirk causing Sirius to just roll his eyes as he sunk down into an armchair.

"Either way, I hope Lils and James are having fun." Marlene stretched out on the other sofa, placing her legs over your own. "I know James will be with the things Y/N and I packed as a surprise in Lily's bags."

You snorted into your cup as you remembered the countless lacy items you'd snuck into Lily's normally conservative wardrobe.

"Well, James might be happy about what you packed, but he certainly won't be happy with what we packed." Sirius snickered as Remus held back a laugh.

"What did you do?!"

"We might've exchanged his entire bag of clothes for an entire bag of Cornish Pixies." Sirius grinned. "I'm already expecting a howler from Lily at some point in the near future."

Sirius didn’t have to wait long for Lily’s reaction as only moments later he heard an angry shout through his two way mirror he shared with James.

As planned, Marlene visited her family the next day and no later after she flooed away, Sirius appeared at the front door of your flat. The same happened after Marlene was picked by Dumbledore for an order mission and Sirius happily flooed into your flat only moments later. You were convinced he’d bugged your flat somehow.

James and Lily returned from their honeymoon a week later, effectively surprising you as they flooed into your flat with no warning, causing you to stuff a naked Sirius into your closet. It was safe to say he wasn’t impressed after Lily insisted she make a pot of tea to ‘catch up’, and ended up staying round for several hours.

You barely managed to hide the snicker which escaped your lips when James asked if you knew where Sirius was.

With the newly married pair being back, the two of you decided to come up with a plan as how to sneak around without the others knowing.

Somehow, it didn’t really go to plan.

Sirius insisted that you should come over and take a bath with him one night, especially as Remus was due to be out. You couldn’t help but agree to the idea, mostly because you got to spend time with your very sexy male friend who looked very good in bubbles... and also the fact his bathtub was a lot better than your own.

The bathtub in question was a massive claw-foot tub which could fit the two of you and your two roommates if you so desired. Compared against the shitty little tub Marlene and you had in your flat, it was a no brainer.

Which is why as you sat in between Sirius’ legs, your back against his chest, you couldn’t help but feel more relaxed than you had done all week.

Sirius was leant back against the tub, his arm around your waist with a glass of Firewhiskey in his other hand. The two of you had nicked this particular bottle from James’ ‘secret stash’ which everyone knew he hid under his cloak, under the stairs. It was all too easy for the two of you to sneak in and borrow it for the time being.

“You know, Prongs must be real blind if he can’t see how many people actually know about his hiding spots.” You snickered as you took the glass from Sirius and took a sip.

“I think it might be all the brain damage after getting hit in the head so many times.” He grinned.

“How long do you think it’ll be until he notices the actual bottle being gone? A few days?”

“Give him some credit, it’ll be at least a week.”

The two of you chuckled before you heard the fireplace roar with flames. Footsteps quickly made their way towards Sirius’ room before heading towards the bathroom.

A panicked look between the two of you was exchanged as a knock was heard on the door.

“Pads? It’s me, I’m coming in.”

Sirius quickly took the glass of Firewhiskey back from you as you dived underwater, praying the bubbles would cover up the fact you were there.

The door opened and James stepped in about to say something, before he stopped and observed the scene before him. Sirius was sat covered in bubbles with candles lit around him. Despite the calm expression on his face, the fact you were lying between his legs in the water had his heart racing.

“Did you need something, Prongs?”

“Uh, yeah, have you seen the bottle of Firewhiskey which I was given as a gift for my wedding?” James asked, very obviously looking at the opened bottle on the side of the bath.

“Didn’t even know you got given one, mate. This was from Y/N.”

“And if I ask her, will she give me the same story?”

“Positively. Anything else?”

“Yeah, you want to order some Chinese?”

“I mean I- NO!”

His outburst was a surprise to both James and himself after you had pinched him underwater signalling you were running out of air.

“Really? Lily’s got me on this diet and-”

“James! Get out!”

“Fine! Okay! No need to shout at me, I’ve seen you in weirder scenarios.”

James left and shut the door behind him just as soon as you jolted up, gasping for breath.

“I’m sorry, he wouldn’t leave! He wanted to ask me if I fancied some Chinese.”

“Chinese?” You asked, turning to look at him over your shoulder with a contemplative look on your face. “I could go for some chow mein.”

“Prongs!” Taking a deep breath, you disappeared underwater again just before James appeared once more. “I’ll have a large chow mein, sweet and sour chicken, some of those prawn cracker things and the spring rolls.”

“Spring rolls? I swear only Y/N likes them.”

“Thought I’d try them out since as she’s always yapping on about them.”

“Alright, back in a bit.”

James left and shut the door again. You emerged from the water, leaning back on Sirius again as he relayed off what he’d ordered.

“You ordered me spring rolls?!”

“Yeah, I remembered you liked them.” Sirius shrugged, wrapping his arm around your waist again. “Even if they taste like arse.”

The group had gathered at Marlene and Y/N’s for an evening where despite Lily’s constant health kicks, she relented into ordering pizza for the group.

“Hey, you guys will never guess what I found out today.” Marlene grinned.

“You’re secretly a guy?” Sirius snickered from the armchair, only to receive a cushion being thrown at his face by the blonde.

“No,” Marlene scowled at him, “Alice and Frank got engaged!”

“What?! How’d you find out?” Lily asked as she cuddled up to James in the other armchair.

“I ran into Alice at Headquarters earlier and she showed me her ring.” Marlene leant back into the sofa as she brought her legs up to lay them over Remus’ lap. “We best be getting ready for another wedding soon.”

“I’m sure we’ll hear more at the meeting tomorrow.” James said grinning. “Who knew Longbottom had it in him?!”

“Alice certainly did.” You snickered, leaning onto Remus’ other shoulder. The comment got another round of chuckles from everyone present as Lily shot you a less than impressed look.

“Alright, I say let’s call it a night if we have to be at the meeting early tomorrow morning.” The redhead rolled her eyes at you all before standing up and brushing her dress down.

Everyone else seemed to follow her lead as Marlene and you stood to show everyone out.

“Yeah, I need to sleep as much as I can with Moony’s snoring keeping me up all night.” Sirius grinned, stepping up beside you and Remus.

What no one expected to happen was for Sirius to dip and find your lips in a kiss, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you closer, just as he had done for the last few weeks.

The rest of the group stood with slack jaws as they took in the scene before them as they watched Sirius kiss you. Pulling away, you caught each other’s eyes as realisation set in and your own eyes went wide.

“Marls,” Sirius shook off his slight hesitation before heading straight over to Marlene and pulling her in for a kiss of her own. “Lily.”

Stepping forward to give Lily a kiss goodbye, Sirius couldn’t help but notice the wide eyed look from both James at kissing his wife and Remus at kissing his sister.

“Pleasure to spend time with you all.” Sirius grinned at everyone’s expressions before entering the fireplace to floo back to his own flat.

“What the hell was that?!” Remus asked with wide eyes, securely on you.

“Probably some leftover greeting from Lily and James’ wedding. Lils did have some french cousins, perhaps he picked it up from them?” You chuckled, trying to play down the laugh you so wanted to let out.

“Yeah, it did feel french.” Marlene snickered. “I’m not sure if I feel happy about saying that I’ve kissed Sirius Black though.”

“Well, he can keep his lips to himself and not on my wife.” James scowled at the fireplace where Sirius had disappeared moments before.

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UNPLANNED, Jeff & Glenne’s wedding

author’s note: MY GIRL GLENNE GOT MARRIED SO YOU KNOW I HAD TO!!!!!!!!

Jane tugged at your pearl necklace, her flower girl dress was already wrinkled at the bottom and she probably needed a snack.

“Do you know where he is?” Glenne’s voice was frantic, and if you hadn’t already seen the writing on the wall, now was a good time to realize she was a terminally stressed-out human. The day of her wedding was not exempt.

“He’ll be here,” you reassured her, watched as her mother zipped up the back of her dress. “He said he was writing some last minute additions.”

Clicks from the photographer’s camera cut between her words. “Y/N, if your boyfriend ruins my wedding, so help me God.”

Lexi appeared from the bathroom, her arms outstretched to take Jane from you and offer her some cheerios. “Who’s ruining what?”

“Harry is gonna ruin everything,” Glenne turned around, her lips were perfectly glossed, hair tousled in a divine way. She was perfect, she looked beautiful, but her anxiety was through the roof and no one seemed to know how to calm her down.

“Harry is going to be fine,” Lexi assured her. “And you literally had the last six months to freak out over asking him to officiate your wedding, so…”

“Well he’s late--he’s not even here and we’re supposed to start the ceremony in--” Glenne looked down at her phone on the bed. It was blowing up, Jeff, presumably, just as anxious and likely freaking out over Harry’s absence. “Three minutes. We’re supposed to start in three minutes.”

You held back a giggle and smiled at your friend. You couldn’t tell her, you couldn’t explain that this was all part of Harry’s plan: freak her out and make her think that he’d dropped the ball, waited until the last second to write up the ceremony and get things in line. Buy some time and keep her in the hotel for a few more minutes. Distract, distract, distract.

But he wasn’t late, he was somewhere outside, his lateness was the distraction he and Jeff had put in place to surprise Glenne with a performance tonight from an artist Glenne had been obsessed with for literal decades.

Jeff was in on it, too--which Glenne had no idea about. His last minute texts where he bad mouthed Harry’s lack of punctuality were all a ruse, one that you were starting to laugh about when Glenne looked up at you with wide eyes. “What is so funny? This is comical to you?”

“No, no,” you shook your head. “I just know it will all be okay. He’s been so excited to do the ceremony, Glenney.”

“Well,” she sighed, looked over to Lexi and then to her sister, two cousins were also waiting in the living room area of her suite. “Should we go out there?”

“Yes,” Lexi nodded. “And let’s get you a drink while we’re at it. This is supposed to be fun, remember?”

“Oh I remember,” Glenne smiled, “I just hope I don’t have to murder anyone tonight.”

You rolled your eyes, took Jane back in your arms when she giggled at a silly face Lexi made. You followed them out through the hotel hallways and onto the beautiful grounds. A clear top tent sat off in the distance, lights strung up to its peak for the main event. Your heels wobbled on the manicured lawn and Jane squinted in the Southern California sun. You were ushered into place, hoping that she would be able to waddle down the aisle and throw out petals like you had practiced the night before.

Jeff and his parents had already gathered beneath the ceremony trellis, they looked tiny in the distance, stood in front of the ten rows on each side of the aisle. In the middle, almost blending into the flowers and rose bushes behind him, stood Harry.

Glenne’s sister spotted it first: “What on earth is he wearing, Y/N?”

Lexi and the other bridesmaids burst out laughing, the sight of Harry in a white hotel bathrobe and slippers was enough to make Glenne freeze.

“Oh my fucking God,” Glenne laughed, a smile cracked on her face when she turned to look at you again. “He’s literally getting murdered tonight,” she giggled. “Always has to be the center of attention, doesn’t he?”

Jane giggled when the others did, a woman with a headset barked more orders for everyone to line up, the rest of the groomsmen appeared and linked arms with their assigned partner.

Harry--being the person he was--knew damn well that Glenne would lose her shit over him wearing a bathrobe to officiate their marriage ceremony. Which is why he had a partially unbuttoned dress shirt underneath, boxers on and pants waiting nearby. He wouldn’t actually perform the ceremony like that, but he wanted her to have a heart attack thinking he might.

You weren’t too sure about it at first. Get Glenne all riled up right before her wedding, piss her off and give her a good reason to think that Harry officiating their wedding was the worst decision they’d made? Risky.

But they needed a diversion, something that would keep Glenne’s attention away from the tent and away from the smuggling of a superstar into her wedding--one that she’d planned every single detail and minute of months in advance.

When you listened to Harry and Jeff talk about it in your living room and plan it all out, the robe, the book, the scotch--you knew that the surprise would be worth it and you knew she’d be thrilled with the outcome. Even if she was left thinking for a little bit that Harry was an asshat.

Jeff was right, it has to be something stupid and big and totally weird to throw her off course.

I’ll take on for the team, Harry agreed.

Soon the music played and everyone fell into step. Jane didn’t cry, instead she smiled at Harry at the end of the aisle and wobbled forward in her party shoes, holding onto your fingers as she smiled at the guests who waved and cooed in her direction. You took it upon yourself to toss the petals out and hoped it would suffice for Glenne.

Yet when she made her way down the aisle, her eyes meeting Jeff’s for the first time today, everything else seemed to melt away. Harry’s robe was not the center of attention, and he pulled on some trousers and fixed himself up in the first few minutes of the ceremony, all the while using it as a way to break the ice.

“Glenne might be one of the most diligent, hardworking, and responsible people I know,” he said to the crowd. “She’s also quite Type A and I figured giving her a good scare right before she marries Jeff would use up any nerves she might have today.”

He smiled in your direction before continuing. “And Jeff is also quite Type A--he’s an incredible manager and friend and partner, and being able to join the two of them today in marriage will likely be the highlight of my year.”

Maybe it was being in front of a crowd, or maybe it was the glass of champagne she’d downed in the hotel room right before coming outside, but Glenne softened once Harry had tugged up his trousers and gained enough of a laugh from everyone.

They’d written their own vows, words of promise that brought tears to your eyes and made Jane clap her hands together excitedly. She cheered when they kissed, and you were pleased that phase one had gone as swimmingly as it had.

Glenne was so swept up in the moment that she had seemed to forget all about it, happily strutting down the aisle with Jeff by her side when the music played again. You stuck around and let Jane crawl into Harry’s arms as guests filed out. “Do you need me to do anything?”

“No,” he shook his head, leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips. “She doesn’t suspect anything, right?”

“Not at all,” you smiled. “But she did say she was going to murder you.”

He smirked, watched as the guests filed out and started greeting each other for cocktail hour. “I think helping Jeff pull off the surprise of a lifetime will be a good way to go.”

“Well hopefully when Justin Timberlake shows up to serenade them at their wedding she’ll forget all about you in a bathrobe being her first sight when she walked down the aisle.”

“Ugh, we are killing it, Jane! Auntie Glenne is going to be so excited,” he told your daughter, nuzzling his face into hers when she grinned up at him.

“Auntie Glenne already wants to kill you,” Lexi appeared suddenly. “So you need to get over there and put that bathrobe on for more photos. She was just asking why there’s a live-mic getting set up with a stage in there.”

Lexi pointed at the tent--you could see the last minute touches being put in place for the big performance.

“I can’t believe I’m the sacrificial lamb,” he looked at both of you. “Taking the piss and being labeled as the worst officiator ever for showing up in a robe, all to distract her from the plan her now husband hatched in our living room when he was drunk.”

Both you and Lexi watched him for a second, unimpressed with his mini monologue.

“As if you don’t love the attention and the theatrics,” Lexi shot back.

“Well, I can’t believe you guys are putting her through this,” you laughed, pulling Jane out of his arms so he could continue on with his official duties.

“I know--she’ll forgive me soon enough.”

He pressed another kiss to your face and was off, grabbed a glass of scotch from Jeff’s brothers and changed behind a bush back into the robe. Maybe he was crazy, or maybe it was genius: keep her distracted and pissed off enough with a silly outfit to make the surprise even more special.

You watched her hit him playfully in the chest when you made your way over. The entire bridal party had gathered round for photos.

“Aren’t you not supposed to wear white?” Glenne joked with him, took another look at the robe when Jeff reached up a hand to let Harry twirl around under, really showing off his get up.

“Glenne, forgive me,” he smiled, “I just had to be comfortable!”

“Comfortable my ass!” She laughed, accepted a flute of champagne from a server and picked a fuzz off of Jeff’s suit. “You can be comfortable later--not right now.”

“A few photos like this, though, babe,” Jeff begged. “Don’t you want to remember how much of a dick Harry was at our wedding?”

She eyed Harry closely, and for a second you were sure she was on to them. “Fine--but only because you look absolutely ridiculous and this will be perfect blackmail.”

Harry wrapped his arms around her for a picture, “I can live with that.”

It wasn’t until speeches were made and dinner was eaten that phase two began. Jeff and Glenne had been practicing their first dance for weeks, the music started to play over the speakers and everyone watched as they swayed in the center of the dance floor.

Harry, who knew exactly the moment the song would end and things would take a sudden turn, had his arms around your shoulders and swayed behind you. “S’nice, isn’t it?”

“That Glenne is about to have a stroke in front of all these people because her celebrity crush is about to pop out of nowhere?”

“No,” he laughed, “this--the wedding stuff.”

“Oh,” you smiled, “yeah, it’s a beautiful place.”

“Would you want something this big?”

You looked over your shoulder, saw Lexi swaying with Jane in her arms at the table over.

“Probably not,” you admitted.

“That’s good.”

“Oh?” You looked over your shoulder at him with a smirk. “Why’s that good?”

“Well,” he took a dramatic pause. “If you plan on marrying me--which I really hope you do--we might be stuck having something extremely small and private.”

You tried not to smile, tried not to get swept away in the idea of marrying Harry and continuing to build a family with him. You’d just made it a year--366 days since Jane was born and the biggest plans you had moving forward was her first birthday party next week, once Glenne and Jeff were back from their honeymoon, of course.

Before you could reply, though, the song ended, the crowd cheered for Jeff and Glenne, and then people started to gasp when a man in a tuxedo emerged from the crowd and took the stage.

“Jeff and Glenne,” he spoke into the mic, you peered through the crowd to see her face. White, like she’d seen a ghost, or better, Justin Timberlake. “I’m so excited to be here tonight and to help you celebrate. Glenne, your husband let me know how much it would mean for me to sing a specific song for you tonight.”

Lexi thrust Jane into Harry’s arms and grabbed your hand. “We need to be on the dance floor for this!” She tugged you through people, your bridesmaids dresses automatically giving you the right to elbow them out of your way to get closer to Glenne’s impending freak out.

Harry took Jane and laughed, waved you off and let you throw your arms around Glenne when Justin started to sing SexyBack.

“No fucking way!” She screamed over the cheers, “did you know about this?”

“Of course we knew about this,” Lexi laughed. “Who do you think helped make everything run so smoothly?”

“Oh my God,” Glenne laughed, “I cannot believe this is happening.”

“We wanted to make sure the day was really special,” Jeff laughed, pulled her close and kissed her again. “And our good pal Harry offered to be the world’s best distraction so we could make sure everything ran smoothly.”

“I knew there was a reason he was wearing that,” she hid her face in her hands.

“Hey, Harry knows how to cause a scene,” Lexi teased.

“Where is he?!” Glenne searched around the dance floor, a sea of people thrilled with the live performance.

He was standing off to the side, bopping around with Jane in his arms, mouthing the words to her and pulling her hand back and forth to pull a giggle from her.

“Just being the world’s best dad,” Jeff smiled and nudged you. “Go get him!”

You got his attention, pulled him back to your circle of friends and felt relief wash over you when Glenne gave him a playful punch in the arm. “I might still murder you for giving me a heart attack, but I’ll try to hold back.”

“You’re welcome, Glenne,” Harry joked, his eyes wide. “You are literally the world’s most meticulous bride, so our scheme to pull one over on you had to be crazy.”

“Yeah, well, I guess Justin Timberlake is a good way to make up for wearing a bathrobe to my wedding ceremony.”

“So you forgive me?”

She thought about it for a second, laughed when he rolled his eyes. She wrapped her arms around him and looked up at him. “If anyone was going to wear white to my wedding, I’m glad it was you. But I’m definitely leaking those photos to the press.”

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simp-for-mha-men · 4 years

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𝕚 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 (𝕜𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚 𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠𝕦 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣)

Request by @loxbbg: Drummer Bakugo x Lead singer Reader (ngl saw a TikTok and couldn’t help it) and they have a really lowkey relationship and the reader is singing bad romance and she goes up to Bakugo and is basically like singing to him he like drops his sticks mid play and kisses her sending the crowd crzy and there other band mates (the rest of bakusquard) are like called it

A/N: If anybody asks, this isn’t one of my biggest fantasies. Also, no, I didn’t listen to Bad Romance a couple times before this to try and nail the ‘ole Tik Tok high note. Anywho, I love this idea! Enjoy this trainwreck of a concert!

Genre: female reader, musician/band au, swearing cause it’s Bakugou, established relationship, pg-13 due to some vulgar-ish things and a suggestive ending, the fans losing their minds over you and Bakugou 💥❤️

Word count: 2.8k

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“You are such an asshole,” you groaned, pushing your boyfriend on the couch.

“You are such a bitch,” he growled, pulling you onto to his lap to engage in a messy make-out session.

It was the U.A. International Music Festival, and your group, known as The Chaos Crew, was headlining the event. Today was the first performance, ushering in the exclusive guests who paid extra for V.I.P. status. To say the least, Katsuki Bakugou, your boyfriend and drummer, was a lot more annoying than usual. Some examples were how the kisses you shared were rougher, the hand holding was almost painful with how tight he squeezed, and the mic checks were filled with intense staring. However, the band didn’t know you two were together, making the situation much worse.

Somehow, your other friends turned bandmates Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, and Mina Ashido agreed to pursue the dream with you when you first offered up the idea. Bakugou took more convincing. He thought you were the most idiotic person on the planet. His superiority complex only became worse when you asked him if he could be the drummer for your new group. He agreed after hearing you beg for a couple weeks straight, which began the slippery slope of flirtatious tension.

Despite you two being together all the time, the flirting wasn’t obvious. Bakugou would notice your skirts when they were just a bit shorter, and you would notice when his shirts when they got just a bit tighter. Neither of you ever let the other one know, though. Both of you despised each other so much that it would be the death of either of you for your secrets to get out.

One day, this changed during a photoshoot for your first magazine article. A rival band, known as The Pros, was at the shoot, and their lead singer, Deku, was asking you questions whenever you weren’t working. You didn’t mind it. You actually found it flattering how interested he was in your vocal range. However, after watching Deku “flirt” with you, Bakugou dragged you to the green room.

Slamming the door, he turned around and asked, “Are you fucking blind, (y/n)?”

“Excuse me?” you scoffed.

“You heard me. He’s flirting with you for fuck’s sake! Tell him to just leave before I knock it into him.”

His overprotectiveness shocked you. You were more than confused. You weren’t that pretty, so Deku couldn’t be flirting with you. Your hair was well put together, your makeup was done nicely, and you were dressed with just a tad bit of sexiness, but you still looked average. It didn’t add up.

“Deku is not flirting with me,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “He’s just assessing the competition.”

“He’s staring at your tits and waiting for your little skirt to flip up,” Bakugou replied, clenching his fist.

“Ugh, stop being so vulgar!”

“I’m being honest, princess.”

Marching over to him, you met his gaze. Waiting for him to continue with another statement, you stood in front of him and didn’t cower under his stare. Instead of getting an earful, you felt pressure on your lips. He kissed you, and you loved it. You loved it too much. He was like a drug, and your first hit left you wanting more.

You ended up spending the next 30 minutes in the green room making out and telling each other how much you hated it. It was true love, and after this experience, you began dating each other in private. Your family knew and so did his, but your bandmates didn’t. At least, you both were in agreement about that.

As time went on, The Chaos Crew began rising in the charts. After releasing 3 number one singles, you started touring and gaining a much bigger fan base. The Chaos Children, or what your fanbase called themselves, began doing every celebrity’s nightmare in a matter of weeks: shipping. The most popular ship within your band was, you guessed it, you and Bakugou. This was a running joke between Denki and Sero, but little did they know it was already a sailing ship. This only made you keep your relationship even more private.

Now, back to the U.A. International Music Festival. The feverish kiss ended, leaving you and your hot-headed boyfriend panting messes. Leaning into him, you nuzzled your face in his neck. You pressed a kiss to his collarbone before stopping to just inhale his scent.

“Since when are you so needy?” Bakugou joked, mocking you.

“Since when did you start acting like a child?” you snapped back.

You yelped, realizing Bakugou had slapped your exposed thigh. Whenever you both were performing, he felt the need to have his hands on you at all times. The band and fanbase, however, couldn’t know about you two. It would be too detrimental to your career.

“When am I gonna see you in my room?” Bakugou asked, rubbing where a red mark was forming due to his slap.

“Tonight,” you coyly replied.

“Oh really? Will you be wearing my favorite little outfit?”

“Of course, I will.”

Suddenly, a loud knock interrupted your rendezvous. Brushing yourself off, you leaped off of Bakugou’s lap and stood up as formally as possible. Of course, you two had snuck off together. You couldn’t just tell everyone you were going somewhere with Bakugou alone. However, you were relieved to hear a familiar voice on the other side.

“Bakugou? (y/n)?” Mina called, waiting for either of you to reply.

“Come on in, babe,” you replied, saying it a little too quickly.

Mina opened the door and smirked when she saw you two. She had her suspicions about the two of you, but they were never confirmed nor denied. She knew she might never get her ship to sail, but she would never tell either of you that.

“What do you want, Bug Eyes?” Bakugou grumbled.

“Not much,” Mina shrugged, “but I have news. We have a schedule change.”

At this, Bakugou exchanged a look with you. A schedule change during the U.A. Festival was like waiting outside of a store for days for a limited-edition item then leaving and never buying it. Someone dropped their act for later that night. There was no other possibility.

“Sero got an update from Shinsou,” Mina stated, “and it looks like Deku broke his ankle from a stunt during their last show. They can’t perform tonight.”

Bakugou smirked, and you punched him in the arm. Ever since the photoshoot, he despised Deku. It was as if they were born to be rivals, which made you laugh a little.

“What’s the plan?” you questioned, knowing that Shinsou, one of the event directors, had already made one.

“We’re taking half of their slot,” Mina smiled, shoving a set list into Bakugou’s hands. “The other half is going to Itsuka Kendo, the new solo artist. She’s going first, and then we’re up.”

“We planning on singing from a particular era?” Bakugou asked, focusing more on the set list rather than the conversation.

“They don’t want us singing our songs,” Mina replied, causing both you and Bakugou to choke on air. “They want us to cover popular music.”

“We have no idea why, though. It’s kind of stupid, if you ask me,” Denki complained, walking in with Kirishima and Sero hot on his tail.

Upon their entrance, the boys came over to give you a hug and congratulate you on the earlier show. It went off without a hitch, and they insisted they give you credit since it was due. However, when a question about you and Bakugou running off came up, Bakugou immediately stepped in and said he wanted to jot down some lyric ideas. A game of playful banter began and went on for about 5 minutes before Shinsou entered the room.

“Well, it’s good to see that our fill-ins are ready for tonight,” he chuckled, walking over to place a hand on Denki’s shoulder. “You guys ready?”

“Obviously,” Bakugou grinned. “How bad can it be? We’re just performing covers. It’ll be just like the old days.”

Immediately, your first performances and venues came to mind. Run-down bars and covers were normal for a few months before getting signed on by Shouta Aizawa, president of 1-A Records. After that, you were able to write your own music and live your dream.

“Yeah,” you chimed in, moving closer to Bakugou, “we can perform the last cover set we did before we got signed.”

“Hell yeah!” Kirishima yelled, pumping his fist in the air. “The Bad Romance Set was always my favorite.”

Everyone was in agreement. Shinsou trusted you all enough to bid you farewell for a few hours before you were called back on stage. The Bad Romance Set was, simply, the best cover set The Chaos Crew ever played. It was a tribute to Lady Gaga, and it celebrated her amazing career. Mina was the Beyoncé to your Gaga on Telephone. Kirishima was the killer guitarist during Shallow. Bakugou was the best drummer on the planet during Bad Romance, the huge finale piece of the set. It was the perfect set to get the crowd hyped and into the show.

Soon enough, the show was about to start. Itsuka was on her last song, a personal tribute to her ex-boyfriend. You were gussied up in all black, sporting a short mini skirt, a low-cut shirt, and a leather jacket. It was perfect. You looked like you could kill anyone that crossed your path, and you probably could. It only attracted your boyfriend even more to the prospect of getting handsy before the show.

“Come on, sexy,” he growled, kissing under you ear. “Let’s do it. We’ve got a few minutes.”

“No,” you responded, pushing him away. “We have to stay focused. You know our ground rules.”

Rolling his eyes, he kept trying and trying and trying. After denying him multiple times, he smacked your ass before sulking away to sit at his drum set on the dark stage. Once he did that, the rest of your bandmates followed his lead and walked on stage. The lights went up, causing the crowd to lose their minds over your presence. Glancing back at your boyfriend, you nodded your head to signal him to start the first song.

The act went wonderful. When you sang to the audience, you could tell the hardcore Gaga fans from the fakes. However, no one seemed disappointed in the set. Everyone thought it was fun and easy to dance to. It was very clear, though, that everyone was waiting on one song: Bad Romance. After 25 minutes of Gaga hits, you glanced back at Bakugou and nodded your head again.

Once the drums began for the final song, the rest of the band chimed in to start the melody. Immediately, the crowd recognized it and sang the opening verse with you. Mina chimed in with her amazing voice to layer your vocals. Sero and Denki had the electric guitar and synth timed perfectly with one another, which only added to Kirishima’s bass. Bakugou, of course, played his drums with passion and never took his eyes off of you.

Once the first bridge of the song arrived, your bandmates began growing with excitement. Your singing ability was always incredible to them, but the first time you nailed the added high note in the final chorus of Bad Romance, they knew you would be their lead vocalist. The moment was fast approaching, and you took the mic from the stand.

Finishing up the second bridge, you walked around to personally serenade each of your bandmates. First, Mina and you made sure to twirl each other, causing her to chuckle just a bit. You sauntered over to Denki, jamming out on an air guitar to compliment his real one. Next, Sero was graced with your presence, and he added a riff to impress the crowd. Kirishima was surprised, and you both exchanged flirtatious winks at one another. However, these actions annoyed Bakugou to no end. His blood was boiling, and his jealousy was rising. He needed to show these extras exactly who you belonged to.

The final chorus began, and you arrived at Bakugou’s drum set. To tease the fans just a bit, you decided you were going to belt the high note right next to your boyfriend. Besides, this entire song was about him and you. This song was the most important one in the whole set because of that. You knew it would give the audience the best reaction and moment to capture on film.

I want your love, and all your lover's revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance

The crowd went wild. A constant chant of “(y/n)” was repeated over and over again and filled the venue. The end of the song was close, and Bakugou’s patience was running thin. You didn’t move, stuck next to his drum set. Whether you were trying to prove a point or your affection for him made his brain hurt. All he knew was that he couldn’t keep it a secret anymore.

“Want your bad romance,” you sang, finishing off the song as dramatically as possible.

Leaping out of his seat, Bakugou threw down his sticks and bounded over to you before wrapping his arms around you. He pressed his lips to yours, claiming you in front of everyone watching. You fumbled with the mic before successfully flicking the off switch and let it fall to the ground. You wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into him. He tapped your hip, signaling you to jump. You happily obliged, basking in the way his calloused hands gripped your thighs.

Screams filled the venue. Fangirls cried about the way Bakugou held you while others cried because he was holding you and not them. Paparazzi snapped as many photos as possible, hoping to capture the best photo that could be put up on TMZ. Parents tried to cover their children’s eyes because they thought the scene was so vulgar. Oh yeah, you guys were definitely going to be trending on Twitter.

In a flash, the lights went dark across the entire venue. The screams didn’t cease, even when an announcement came over the loudspeakers. It wasn’t heard the first time, probably since you and Bakugou broke everyone there. However, speaker volume could be raised, and the announcement could be heard through the crowd on the second try.

“Attention festival guests,” the lovely voice began, “tonight’s performances are over. Thank you for attending the V.I.P. exclusive day. We hope to see you all tomorrow for the first official day. Have a wonderful night and stay rockin’!”

Before groans of protest could be heard, your band was escorted off stage and immediately into your limousine. Your were able to successfully avoid paparazzi, but that didn’t mean you and Bakugou were safe. You had your friends, and they were all nosy in their own ways.

“It was the photoshoot,” Kirishima began.

“Yeah! Come on, you wouldn’t stop glaring at Deku, Bakugou!” Mina grinned.

“We knew you both were together,” Sero smirked.

“Yeah, come on! You think we didn’t notice when you guys would run off to lock lips and do who knows what else?” Denki added on.

Bakugou was more than pissed off. After the onslaught of statements brought to the table, Bakugou effectively shut them up by yelling, “If any of you touch my girl, I’ll your kick your asses. Got it?”

“Whatever you say,” Kirishima replied, flashing a grin and a thumbs-up.

“Just use protection!” Mina reminded, forcing some questionable hand gestures and noises from Denki and Sero.

After 15 minutes of torture, the limo arrived at the five-star hotel. In a matter of seconds, Bakugou had opened the door and picked you up bridal style so he could carry you up to the room. You had all booked the penthouse, since the U.A. Festival was such a big deal. You each had your own room, but you figured you two might have free reign of the whole place for while due to Mina’s previous innuendo.

Once you arrived in Bakugou’s room, he plopped you down on the bed. Smirking at you, he removed his shirt and went to get something a bit more comfortable out of his suitcase. You couldn’t help but look at the beautiful muscles that adorned his body. It made you feel hot and a little flustered.

“Go change,” he commanded, turning around to face you again.

You chuckled and replied, “Oh, come on. You know me.”

You slipped off your leather jacket, bending forward just a bit to let him gaze at your cleavage. He licked his lips and threw down the extra shirt he had grabbed. Walking over to you, he roughly grabbed your hips and pulled your body into his.

Leaning forward, you smirked and whispered in his ear, “I already have the set on. Wanna help me get out of it?”

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shewillreadyou · 3 years

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Haven’t met you yet

As always. I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing.

A/N: This is a TRR AU. Liam is already married, but see’s Riley and wants his cake. If the readers are receptive this might turn into more than a mini series.

Disclaimers: Most characters are property of Pixelberry

Warnings: NS*FW (+18) don’t read this fic if you’re a minor; period.

Word Count: 1887

Prompts: @wackydrabbles prompt #88 “I meant every word.” will appear in BOLD

Pairings: Drake & Riley

Song inspiration: Haven’t met you yet -Michael Buble

Be Kind: Hit the heart button, leave a comment or reblog. It makes a writer so so happy.

A replay of the Royal wedding of King Liam and Queen Carsyn of Cordonia was playing in the background as she packed her clothes in the small carryon. She giggled when they kissed. Although it was rumored that the king was into black women, something seemed off when he kissed his bride. She had watched this wedding a half dozen times and still couldn’t really put her finger on it. She was headed to New York to stand up in the wedding of one of her sorority sisters. After landing her dream job in Dallas, Riley couldn’t wait to meet her sorors in New York to celebrate. After all, Norah was about to marry the man of her dreams and Riley was truly happy for them.

There was currently no man in Riley’s life and no prospects. Maybe she’d meet someone in Dallas or maybe she was destined for the life of a career woman. Maybe there would be no happily ever after for her. She turned out the lights in her new downtown Dallas apartment, and grabbed her carry on dragging it to the door as she headed to the airport.

She opened the door to see her latest amazon purchase on the door mat. She took a moment to retreat inside to open the box. She was hoping it was delivered before she had to head out. Her pink Bedroom Kandi toy was still packed away lost in the sea of boxes crammed into her guestroom. She knew that she would not survive this long weekend in NYC without some form of sexual entertainment. She was disappointed when she opened the box to find her new toy was smaller than the picture made it look. Her flight left in 2 hours and her uber was downstairs so she shoved the disappointing toy in the side of her bag and headed down.

After the uneventful three hour flight, she finally landed at JFK. Mack was supposed to pick her up from the airport. She stood to the side as people herded to baggage claim to send a quick text. A group of men came from the opposite direction. One was this tall, very attractive Asian guy who looked alot like King Liam. He was with a few other men but there was one in particular who caught her eye. He was beautiful, he had dark hair and the most beautiful blue-grey eyes. The guy who bore resemblance to King Liam smiled and winked at her, while his brooding friend who definitely glanced at her, kept moving. She was snatched from her day dream when Mack texted to say she was outside.

They checked into the Crown Plaza in Manhattan, freshened up and changed into their little black dresses before meeting the girls at a local rooftop lounge for appetizers and drinks before the bachelorette party.

The sounds of Dua Lipa’s “Don’t start now” played in the background and encouraged a slightly inebriated Lauren to shake her body on the empty dance floor. Still licking the wounds behind a very fresh break up she intended to use this weekend to drink her troubles away and vowed to nail a stranger.

The hostess seated a group of gentlemen at the table directly behind the ladies giving Riley, who never sat with her back to the door the best look at the group. It was them. The men from the airport. When they were settled, Riley’s eyes met with the Asian guy’s who was smiling and licking his lips. She rolled her eyes and turned to Kourtney.

“So, how is Gabrielle, is she two now?”

“Yes, she’s great. Busy, but great. That was real smooth. You have an admirer.”

“Ugh, I saw those guys in the airport when I landed. He smiled at me then too.”

“But now there are two of them looking at you like you’re a steak.”

Riley coyly glanced at the group again, this time noticing the dark haired man looking. She blushed and turned back to Kourtney right as the server approached with a whiskey sour, complete with a phone number written on the cocktail napkin.

“How did he know what you drink?”

“Girl, I have no idea. Should I drink this?”

“Sure, they wouldn’t have served it if it had been tampered with. But the real question is are you going to call him?”

“Me? Noooo. What would I say?”

“What do you have to lose?”

“Wait, you have never dated a white guy before have you?”

“Well, no. Not that they aren’t attractive. I just never had one interested. Not all of us find our Prince Harry.”

“You do now. Besides, Chris is no Prince Harry, but he does treat me like a queen. I have always wondered if there are people who would rather be alone than to date outside of their race. Chris is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“I definitely would date outside of my race if it were the right person. He is gorgeous, I’m still not calling this guy. He’s going to think i’m desperate.”

“You are!”

“I am not!”

“When was the last time you got laid? Mack told me about your toy.”

“Remind me to kill her later. It’s been 8 months, 3 weeks and 5 days. But who’s counting?”

“Exactly,” Kourtney cackled, drawing the attention of the men at the next table.

Maroon 5’s, “Moves like Jagger” started to play as they continued to chat.

“May I have this dance?”

Riley was disappointed to find the King Liam look alike.

“Thanks, but my feet are killing me.”

“That’s too bad,” he said as he flashed her a sexy smile.

Just then she glanced across the rooftop to see him whisper something to his brooding friend. In an instant the guy with the beautiful eyes headed over and slipped the DJ a tip and whispered something in his ear before heading Riley’s way.

“Kourt, shit! He’s coming over here what do I say?”

“Don’t. Let him do the talking.”

He held out his hand and smiled at her and she was sure her panties were ruined.

“Hey, did I get your drink right?” he asked placing her hand in his.

“Actually, yeah you did. Impressive.”

Just then the DJ changed the song to Silk Sonic’s, “Leave the door open.”

The stranger pulled her to her feet.

“Let’s dance.”

His scent was intoxicating, his arms where strong and she could get lost in his eyes. He held her with a familiarity that made her feel at home in his arms.

“So are you going to tell me your name?”

“Drake. And you are?”

“Riley.”

“We don’t have to talk right now. Let’s just dance. Just use my number when you’re ready.”

“Their bodies swayed slowly to the song before her friends pulled her away to the next leg of their night.”

Two weeks later

After a very long weekend in New York, Riley was back in Dallas. She had been there for almost a month and hadn’t met anyone at all. Well, there was Will from work. But she doesn’t date co-workers and she is pretty sure he is gay. In her freetime she goes to the gym, and eats at new restaurants a few times a week, which leads her back to the gym. After a particularly long work day, circuit training and an hour on the treadmill Riley came home and poured herself a very large glass of wine. She filled the tub, lit some jar candles and grabbed her toy and the romance novel that she was currently reading.

She was soaking in bubbles up to her neck when her phone rang, it was Kourtney. Out of all her friends she probably checked on Riley the most. She dried her hands and pressed the speakerphone button.

Hey Kourt,

Hey Ri, what’s new?

Not a thing, work, the gym, dinner, wine repeat.

That’s sad. No human interaction?

Not really. I’ve hung out with Mack and Ben twice but I always feel like a third wheel.

Remember when I told you to call the guy from the rooftop?

Yeah.

I meant every word.

I will think about it. I gotta go. Early morning. Love you.

Whatever, I know when I hit a nerve. I love you too.

Three days later

Riley was as lonely in Dallas as they come. She thought about online dating but wanted something more organic. Kourtney’s words lingered in the back of her mind. Maybe she was right. Riley had nothing to lose by reaching out to the handsome stranger who sent her the drink in NYC. She decided to take the plunge.

The next morning Riley sat on her balcony reading the paper and sipping amaretto flavored coffee when her phone rang.

Hey Mack!

Hey, I am running into church and I know it’s short notice but Ben is out of town next weekend and my college roommate is getting married down in Waxahachie. Please tell me you don’t have plans and you’ll be my plus one.

I’ll have to check my planner. She laughed.

Who am I kidding? I don’t have plans. Free booze, food, and maybe a groomsmen to have a fling with. Count me in…

Yay! She squealed. I will pick you up Saturday morning and we can ride down to the ranch together.

Saturday

The doorbell rings and Riley grabs her clutch and the wedding card she got for the newlyweds before heading down to meet Mack. They catch up while they take the 30 minute drive out to the Walker Ranch where the ceremony is to be held. Mack talked about feeling like an after thought when it came to her boyfriend. Riley mentioned the need for human interaction, more specifically from a man and how the one man she met in New York lives in Europe. When they arrive Riley takes in the vast land and the beautiful event space.

“Savannah’s family owns this ranch? Wow, it’s massive.”

“Yeah, I know at one time they were really struggling to keep things afloat. But it definitely looks like they are doing well for themselves now.”

“Right? I love when family businesses do well. It’s really a gorgeous day for an outside wedding. But we should probably take our seats. The ceremony will be starting soon.”

Mack led Riley to a couple seats on the bride's side. Before long a very serious looking groom and an officiant that Riley could only describe as a King Liam look-a-like stood under a wedding trellis decorated with blush colored blooms. The violinist started to play a beautiful arrangement as the attendants began to descend the aisle.

“All rise and receive the bride.”

They guess all stood and turned to receive Savannah. She was a stunning bride. Then Riley laid eyes on those hypnotic blue-grey eyes. She instantly broke out into a sweat. She couldn’t ever mistake those eyes for someone else’s. He was as beautiful as the first tine she saw him. She swallowed hard and her mouth went dry. Her heart seemed to be pounding out of her chest, she was shaking when she gave Mack’s hand a firm squeeze.

“What’s wrong Ri?”

Before she could answer, his eyes met hers, he bit his lip and her knees buckled.

“Um Ri?”

“It’s Drake from the rooftop in New York..”

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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Cabin Fever (Dabi x Reader)

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, pwp

Prompt: Winter with Dabi, sweater, flannel

Summary: Dabi and you get away on a mini vacation in the mountains and end up inside due to the snow.

Word count: 1,384

Tags: @rintomoj @yamichxn @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: My winter entry for the Seasonal Love Event being held by my Discord server! This is just fluff without too much plot, but I hope you guys enjoy the little bit of coziness it might give you~ Stay tuned for the other entries by my friends!

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"I hate to be that kind of boyfriend, but what's the point of this?" Dabi trails behind me, boredom visible in his entire expression.

"Because it's our anniversary?" My eyebrow quirks up. "Don't be rude."

"Right."

His last word earns an elbow in the chest from me. "I thought you would've liked spending time all alone with me, considering you're always complaining about your friends constantly butting in."

"Yeah, but did we have to go all the way into the mountains?" His eyes dart around cautiously. "It's a little too secluded for my taste."

"What, are you scared you might cause a fire?" I unload more of our bags out of the trunk. "And as long as we're laying out gripes, it's not fair that you can be out in winter in just that stupid flannel and not be cold."

The man glances down at his black and blue flannel shirt, unbuttoned to reveal just a white T-shirt, a stark contrast to my coat-and-beanie attire. "You can thank my quirk for that." His long arm slithers around my shoulders, his natural warmth a welcome hug to cut through the cold seeping through even my heavy winter coat. "I could share it with you, maybe in more ways than one."

"Ugh, you and your greasy comments." I shove him away, before quickly pulling him back in when the warmth regretfully withdraws. "You can't go a day without making an innuendo."

"Isn't that why you're with me in the first place?"

"No, I'm with you despite that." I hit his chest and carry the bags into the cabin in front of us. "Hurry up and help me take in the rest of the bags, we have a lot of unpacking and stuff to do.

Eventually, we get ourselves settled into the cabin. My uncle usually rents these cabins to other couples, but I asked him when it was available for us to get away from the city for a bit. Work was getting a bit hard for both of us to take - obviously Dabi's work is much more demanding on him - so we needed to get away.

"It's a pretty small place, cozy I guess." He came back after touring the small cabin in its entirety. "Big enough for just the two of us."

I'm unpacking some of the plastic utensils and plates we plan to eat using. "Yeah, my family sometimes vacations here. There were nine of us the last time, so some of us slept on the floor."

"Well," his scarred limbs slither around me again, "At least now there aren't seven other people to bother us."

"Dabi, I swear, do you have anything else in your thick head?" I hit him with a plate and shove him away. "There's a grill and fire pit in the back, we could probably have a little barbecue to ourselves tomorrow night."

His low voice hums right next to my ear. "I don't know if you checked the weather, babe, but apparently we're due to get a lot of snow tomorrow."

My jaw drops and I whine out, "You're not serious! Damn it! Well that plan's down the drain now."

"And we'll have to do something else to warm ourselves up..."

"GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER ALREADY!"

His raven hair shuffles as he throws his head back in a throaty laugh, leaning back against the fridge to look down his nose at me. He's enjoy this teasing a little too much. It's normal for Dabi to be a flirty little shit, but he must be more charged up at the thought of us being all alone in a house in the mountains together. Where no one can probably hear us.

Now that I think about it, that makes sense.

"If I knew your hormones were gonna go into overdrive being alone, I wouldn't have planned our weekend like this, we could've gone to an amusement park or something." I move away from him into the living room.

"It's not such a bad thing though. Might as well take advantage of our situation, right?"

"Dabi!"

The next night, the two of you were stuck in the cabin, the snow storm outside raging on despite your vacation plans. Wind howls outside as it rushes through the swaying trees. It was a good thing my uncle left a few decks of cards and some board games so we wouldn't be terribly bored out here, probably for when he rents them to others.

"Your turn."

I look up from my phone and down at the board game. Gathering the dice in my hand, I make my next move. "I took some nice pictures today, wanna see?"

He scoots next to me, his pinky finger catching onto the long sleeve of my sweater as I flip through my gallery. "That one's nice, send that to me."

"I really like that one too," I smile gleefully. That picture was actually my favorite; it was one I took at dawn while Dabi was still sleeping. The barren trees glistened in the approaching golden light of the rising Sun. The entire sky and lake reflection was bathed in a marriage of pinks and oranges, fighting the dark blue at the edge of the photo while the ice on the branches twinkled as if stars. "I think it's gonna be my new phone background for a while."

"Or you could sell it and make some money off it," Dabi suggests, picking up the dice from where they landed after my toss.

Usually, I would rebuke him for such an idea, but the thought of making a few bucks off my amateur photography is tempting. "Maybe, I'll think about it. Or I'll just print it out to hang in the apartment."

I notice Dabi had left his thick flannel draping over the couch messily. For the love of everything good. "Babe, at least hang your stuff up in the closet." I pick up his clothes and hang it in the closet by the door, retrieving my own jacket from there to hang over my shoulders. My fingers were a tiny bit cold from the weather outside. Although the heat was on, it wasn't up to my standards as someone who's generally always cold.

"You still have that?" It's almost teasing, but there's the slightest bit of pride and affection behind his teal eyes resting on me.

"Of course, you never let me return it," I bite back in a similarly playful manner before snuggling back next to him on the floor.

Dabi and I first met by chance in the city, waiting for the bus. I was probably shaking like a leaf next to him, to the point where I knew I was becoming a minor annoyance to him due to my chattering teeth. To my surprise, he shed his down jacket and draped it around my shoulders.

I was quick to protest and refuse it. "No, it's okay, I don't want you to be cold like that."

That day, he was wearing just a black hoodie. "Nah, it's fine. I'm hot blooded anyway."

Ever since that day when we started talking, I realized this man didn't wear a jacket at all, not even in the dead of winter on the most frigid days. When we would go on dates, he would wear one just in case I got cold. It warms my heart to this day that he would even think of such an affectionate gesture.

Dabi's bare arms wrap around my body. "If you were cold, you should've told me, I would've warmed you up myself." His head rests on mine as he says innocently, "In more ways than one."

"Get away." I shove his chest, but he remains strong.

"You wouldn't push away your human heater, you love me too much," he chuckles, placing a kiss on my temple.

I hum, simply basking in his warmth. "Isn't it funny how you ended up dating someone who's perpetually cold?"

He casually shrugs again. "At least my quirk has a non-destructive purpose, I guess."

Although he says it so uncaring, I know his own warm affection blooms in his chest at the thought of us being matched because of our opposing qualities. "Opposites attract, huh?" I breathe, tracing the staples on his hand as he pulls me closer into his space, eliminating any distance between us.

"Not really. You do have a fiery temperament, sometimes when-"

"Shut up!"

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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Seductive Tendencies ~ JHS [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 2.2K

↬↬↬Genre: Fluffy

↬↬↬Pairing: Hoseok x reader

↬↬↬Warnings: None

↬↬↬A/N: I know you asked for a reaction post for this one but I couldn’t seem to do it without all of them being the same so I hope this is okay instead xxx

You'd always been seen at the quiet nerdy one wherever you went, even inf school you were the shy girl that did as she was told and never spoke back to the teacher. You never stepped out of line and nothing changed even after you left school and joined the BigHit staff, you were just an outfit stylist that worked with a bunch of BigHit employees for years and everything had been fine. You faded into the background, no one bothered you, you kept yourself to yourself but it all changed when you were switched from GFriend's team over to the BTS one and you met Jung Hoseok. Jung Hoseok the man who made your heart pound, your mind race and your hands sweaty, he made you feel like you were floating whenever you were around him but he'd never noticed you before. The only times you'd ever spoken were when you had to style him for a music video, a photo shoot or for other events that you helped with.

"You're drooling," One of the stylists - Mieko - said when she came into the changing rooms that morning, you rolled your eyes at her and went back to sketching the outfit you'd been working on. As well as working as a stylist you were taking night classes to become a designer, it had been a dream of yours since you were a teenager.

"Just go up and talk to him, we've all seen the way you look at him." She dropped down beside you on the small leather sofa and stared over at Hoseok, he was sitting in a makeup chair laughing along with the makeup artist who was doing his makeup.

"He doesn't even know I'm alive, I'll stick to my fading into the background. It worked great before." She sighed and laid her head down on your shoulder. Mieko had been a close friend since you started working there, she'd always been able to back you up on ideas when you didn't have the courage to speak up about them and she was always there when you needed her. You thought of her like an older sister and it was nice to have that kind of connection with someone,

"Besides, he likes girl like that," You pointed your pen over at one of the other stylists who was wearing a short mini skirt with a crop top on it, scribbled on the top were the words - 'Send me dog pics'.

"He likes girls who are confident, smart, pretty, and funny...Everything that I'm not." You mumbled looking at Hoseok, he'd never so much as even glanced in your direction before.

"Well then, we're going to have to give you a makeover, bring out that inner confident you that I know is somewhere inside, and you're already intelligent, gorgeous and hilarious so we have nothing else to work on." You jabbed her with the pen as she made your cheeks heat up from the sudden compliments,

"I mean it. This weekend you're cancelling any existing plans and we're going to shop until we drop - or until I decide we have enough, then we're going to find the confident version of you and force her out of you!" People turned around to see what the yelling was about and you groaned putting your head down and going back to the sketching that you were doing.

"Y/n! You're needed on set," You smiled at Mieko and handed her your book,

"Take this, and I'll agree to shop but not to a makeover." She looked at you as you walked away, she couldn't believe how blind you were to Hoseok's attraction to you. He was always gazing after you, watching you when you were in such deep concentration you thought no one was looking, lost in your own world as you drew on a pad of paper. She was going to have a lot of fun with this one and she knew that once she made you over, Hoseok would find it strenuous to hide his feelings longer than he had been hiding.

The heels you were wearing hit the floor and send shivers down your spine, you'd spent the entire weekend at Mieko's planning and getting yourself ready for the Monday and here you were. Walking down the halls of BigHit going to find Jimin and Namjoon to get them ready, they had a music video shoot in an hour and they were the only ones who needed alterations on their outfits. You were about to round the corner when you bumped straight into Jimin, his hands grasped onto your arms to stop you from falling and he looked you up and down. Usually, he wouldn't even look you in the eye but today was different, he was checking you out and biting down on his lip.

"I need you in changing room 4 please." You said to Jimin as he finally let go of you but he was still staring at you, as if he was trying to figure out who you were.

"Y/n?" You nodded and he smirked at you while nodding his head,

"I'll go wherever you want me baby," You scoffed at him and pushed him in the direction of the changing room you needed him in before going to find Namjoon. Knowing him he would be locked up in his studio working right until the last minute of you needing him. You knocked on the door and heard his usual annoyed tone, he always got annoyed when someone walked in on him.

"I need you in the changing room," You said as you pushed the door open, his eyes locked onto you and the red dress you were wearing. It clung to every curvature of your body perfectly and you looked like you could have been posing for a billboard.

"R-Right, yeah...Changing room...Which er... Which changing room?" You giggled softly at how nervous he seemed to have gotten. You hadn't expected any of this but it was boosting your confidence a lot more and you suddenly felt like a new person, you weren't the shy stylist you were the confident you that Mieko told you was there.

"Four," You laughed walking out of the studio and towards the changing rooms to find Jimin waiting anxiously for you, he was pacing around when you walked inside and you frowned.

"You alright? It's just some alterations Jimin, we've done it a million times before." You grabbed your tape measure and dropped down on your knees in front of him, running the small white tape measure up the side of his leg and making sure the length was perfect.

The whole day had been filled with the boys randomly flirting with you, offering to take you out to lunch or to buy you something. It had been completely different to what you were used to but there was a small part of you that loved the attention, it was nice having someone to talk to at work and the playful banter was nice too. Hoseok had bee silent throughout the whole day though, usually, he was the bright smiley one but today he'd been walking around with a glare on his face and whenever one of the boys would go up to you he seemed to walk out of the room - as if seeing them flirting with you bothered him.

"Why haven't I noticed you before?" A male worker asked as you stood in the line to buy some food, you stared at him. He has a reputation in the BigHit building for sleeping with every stylist and makeup artist, breaking hearts wherever he went and not caring about what he did.

"I've been working here longer than you, maybe you've been blind." You didn't even want to give him the time of day after he broke Mieko's heart but he was continuing to try and flirt with you while you waited in line.

"No, I think you're new. I would have noticed someone of your..." He sucked in a breath while he tried to think of a word, looking you up and down while he did so.

"Attractiveness, I bet they've been hiding you away from me, telling you stories." He stepped closer to you, his chest pressed against your back as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

Hoseok stared from across the room the grip on his coffee cup getting so tight that the cupboard broke and spilt all over the table,

"Ugh- Fuck - Hoseok!" Yoongi said ready to get angry at the boy for knocking coffee everywhere when he noticed Hoseok was already gone and storming over to you. Hobi couldn't think straight, all he wanted to do was punch the guy for touching you when you clearly didn't even want to speak to him.

"Oh Hey, tell Namjoon I'll be up - Ugh." The guy was grunting as Hoseok punched him in the nose,

"Hosoek!" You yelled but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the line and out of the canteen towards the halls of the building,

"What are you doing? Where are we going?" You questioned but he ignored you and pushed you into one of the small storage rooms on the bottom floor, blocking the door with his back.

"What are YOU doing? You're all dressed up and flirting with everyone...Where did your glasses go? I haven't seen you sketch all day..." You stared at him as he listed off the things you'd never knew he noticed before,

"I've been working - I got contacts, why do you care if I'm flirting." You whispered back to him, his face turned a red colour as he realised how close to one another you were. You had barely any room to move inside the small space he'd dragged you into,

"I care because you're flirting with everyone, everyone is looking at you like you're some kind of prize for them to claim and you're eating it all up." You were still left confused as he gave you his reason for caring about your flirting then it hit you, he was jealous.

"Don't you like this me Hobi?" Your voice came out seductive and low as he bit down on his lip, you did a small turn in the room to show off the dress.

"Don't you find it hot?" You whispered in his ear, you had no idea where the sudden need to be like this for him came from but you liked it, you took his hands and placed them on your waist,

"I did this for you, you know...I just wanted you to look at me and find me hot." He hissed as he felt you press your chest against his, it was taking everything inside of him not to grab you and make out with you right there.

"I already found you hot," He groaned, you pulled back from him and stared into his eyes, suddenly the shy you was back and you were staring up at your crush.

"You d-did?" You stuttered out looking at him as he smirked at you, he reached out his hand and ran it over your cheek.

"I did, not that this you isn't hot but...the old you is the reason I like you." His hands went back to your waist and he ran his thumb along your hip.

"You never spoke to me before,"

"You made me nervous," You snorted at his comment and he cocked his head to the side,

"I made you nervous? You make me nervous," He laughed along with you and shook his head,

"I could tell, whenever we had a fitting your hands would shake and you'd avoid eye contact with me." You felt your cheeks and ear begin to heat up at the sudden attention you were getting and he sighed not wanting this time with you to come to an end.

"It was cute, I have to go back before people worry but...Do you maybe want to go out sometime? Get a cup of coffee or something to eat?" Your heart raced as you realised he was asking you out on a date, a real date and not just because you were dressed the way you were.

"I'd love that, can you do me a favour?" He nodded and took his hands away from your body,

"Tell Mieko I went home to change, the heels and the dress are killing me." You giggled and he nodded laughing along with you,

"I'll tell you what, I'll drive you home and we can go out instead of working today. If your boss asks I'll say it's my fault," You couldn't even accept or deny what he was saying he just grabbed your hand and ran out of the small storage room with you.

Mieko watched from the pillar opposite the small room and looked at Jimin,

"I told you...I'm a genius. All he needed was a shove in the right direction," Jimin high fived her and laughed as he watched you and Hoseok running off towards the car park together hand in hand.

"They do make a good couple." He agreed wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

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littlemindblabbles · 3 years

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On-screen, Off-screen

Pairing: Jun x Y/N

Summary: You’re given the once-in-a-lifetime opportuinity to act in a music video alongside your idol, Wen Junhui. But is he really as nice in real life as he is on screen?

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 (final)

Jun seemed determined not to bring up any indication that the morning’s events even took place. He continued acting like your costar/friend, making jokes with you but still going through the afternoon scenes with you. Meanwhile, it was torturing you. You didn’t know how to look at him without thinking of his lips on yours, as well as the caring, almost loving, look he gave you during his ‘confession’. But as all good things come to an end, tomorrow was the last day of filming and after that, you’ll never have to see Jun in real life again. Technically, this should work out in your favour, your one-sided feelings for him would turn back into just an infatuation, and you don’t have to worry about him breaking your heart by rejecting you.

You continued about your day mostly on autopilot, not wanting to let out too many emotions lest Jun finds out your true feelings towards him. He seemed to notice though, asking you if you were alright throughout the day.

“Jun, really I’m fine. Please just go do your own things, I’m sure you’re really busy. I’ll see you tomorrow, last day whoo!” Ugh, even you could tell your enthusiasm was fake as hell. Jun obviously didn’t seem convinced.

“Well okay, even though I really don’t believe you. But hey, if this was about this morning’s stuff. Sorry, I didn’t say anything about it but I thought it would lessen the awkwardness. But don’t take anything too seriously, it was all for show don’t worry. Forget it ever happened.” The more Jun talked, the more he was breaking your heart into millions of pieces. As much as you expected it, the outright rejection even before you confessed hurt so freaking much.

Struggling to hold back your tears, you gave a small smile nodded, and ran out the door, ignoring the calls of Jun from behind you.

You couldn’t help it, you decided to close off your emotions while going to work the next day. You didn’t want to admit it, but you spent a large majority of your evening the previous day crying your heart out. It was stupid, falling for someone you knew you would never have a chance with, but you let yourself have a night of self-pity and giving into your emotions.

However, Jun, being ever observant, noticed the drastic change in your behaviour. The two of you usually spent your breaks together, joking with the stylists or going through scenes, but when you tried to excuse yourself to go to your private dressing room for the third time today, he caught your arm at the last minute and pulled you back, frowning.

“Don’t even try to bullshit me anymore Y/N. I am really hurt you think I’m an idiot. What is going on? Why are you acting like this?” You pulled your arm away from his hand, ignoring the feeling you got while he was touching you. You gave a nervous laugh which you hope was convincing as your mind raced through different excuses to see which was the most believable.

“I’m not trying to test your stupidity, Jun. I really am okay, I guess I’m currently feeling a bit weird because you know, it’s our last day and since it’s my first ever acting role, I’m gonna miss it. Didn’t think I’d get attached this quickly but I did.” You sigh out, only half lying. You were gonna miss coming to set every day, and of course, working with everyone here.

Fortunately, Jun seemed to believe you. He smiles and pats your head as though you were a child. You inwardly cringed, nothing hurts more than your crush thinking of you as a little sister or something. But your director saved you from making any more (very awkward) conversation by calling the both of you to the next scene.

“And with that, thank you, everybody, it’s a wrap!” Everyone around you started cheering, some of the staff even brought out a small cake for Jun and you. You couldn’t help but shed a few tears, you couldn’t believe your once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was coming to an end. Jun noticed you crying and placed an arm around you, letting you hide your face in his chest. The staff all aww-ed at the sight of the both of you, and you continued hiding your face so that everyone couldn’t see your blushing face.

“Okay, let’s all head to eat dinner together, one last time, and here’s the best part: it’s on me!” Yelled the director and everyone began to celebrate. One by one they made their way out of the room, indistinct chatter getting louder. You called out just as the last few people were leaving, Jun included.

“Hey, not trying to be a party pooper but you guys go ahead. I had a bad night and I’m really tired. I’ll head home to catch up on sleep. Don’t worry I’ll meet you guys another time. Have fun!” You gave a small smile and gestured at them to leave. Jun looked like he was about to object and say something, but studied your face for a second then decided not to and left.

Once you no longer heard the sound of footsteps, you finally let out all the emotions which had been plaguing you for the entire day. This would be the last time you’ll ever be here, and you wanted to put aside your feelings together with the whole experience. Just give me this moment to be weak, I’ll never cry over him after.

“Y/N?” A voice cuts through your mini sobbing party. You panic, trying to wipe your tears dry and come up with a reasonable explanation as to why you were having a breakdown in the middle of the set. To your absolute horror, the voice belonged to Jun.

Unable to take it anymore, you started crying again. However, this time you were crying so hard it was really ugly sobs and heaving because you were losing the ability to breathe properly.

“Y/N please, don’t cry. What happened, I promise I’ll help you fix it. Everything would be okay. I know this feeling is sad, but I’m sure you’ll have more opportunities in the future, and it’s not like you can’t meet these people again. Please stop crying, it hurts me so much to see you like this.” Jun was hugging you, there was no denying the arms around your chest. He was running his hands up and down your back, trying to soothe you and you swear he just kissed your hair.

Instead of helping you, you broke down into even harder crying. How? How does he act so well? From his actions, you desperately want to think that Jun cares, but your brain tells you not to ignore reality. Jun really seems concerned now, and since you kind of want to remain friends with him, you try your best to calm yourself down.

“Uh. sorry about that. I’m sorry you had to see me like this. I thought you went for dinner?” You attempted to give a smile, but in all your tears, it was pathetic at best. Jun looked even more pained and hugged you tighter. Ignoring the ache in your heart, you continued. “You know me, just being all emotional. I mean you probably are used to it, but it’s all so new to me. And I may not get another opportunity like this. I don’t think I’m that lucky.”

“Y/N please, I know that isn’t the main reason as to why you’re crying as though someone broke your heart.” You grimaced, how could he guess so easily and see right through you? Jun immediately noted your reaction and continued, “So I’m correct, someone did break your heart. Who is it? Is it one of the people who worked with us? I swear I’ll kill him.”

“Stop it!” You scream, finally having enough. Jun looks shocked and takes a small step away from you, his arms leaving your shoulders where he was rubbing them comfortingly. “How cruel can you be? You’re an amazing actor I know, but isn’t it a bit too mean? To play with my feelings like this? If this is how you wanna treat me then I’d rather you treat me with that cold indifference you had on the first day we met. At least then I’d know my feeling for you are completely one-sided and stupid. At least let me move on alright since I won’t ever see you again.” Now it’s Jun’s turn to look confused. He takes another step towards you and uses his hand to lift your face which was looking at the floor.

“Wait, did you just confess to me? You like me too? I thought I was the crazy one for feeling that way for you, how could anyone like me after I treated them like shit, especially on the first day they meet their idol. I meant everything I said yesterday during filming. Seeing you run off to cry during the spinning affected me a lot more than I thought it would. So I decided to let down my barriers for once and help you out. From there, falling for you was so natural, but I felt like an idiot for saying not to get any ideas, so I tried to brush off my confession. I didn’t want you to feel burdened by my words and feelings, so I thought pretending nothing happened would be the best course of action. Apparently, I was very wrong though.” Towards the end of his speech, Jun’s smile slowly got bigger as he tugged you closer and closer towards him, his arms around your waist.

“So can we do this now for real?” He shyly asks before pecking you softly on your lips.

Your face turns crimson red and you hug him tighter, burying your face into his chest. Jun laughs adorably and the vibrations of his chest cause you to look back up at him. Then he scratches the back of his neck and Wen Junhui looks nervous?

“You know, the reason why I keep my life private, was because I didn’t want the media to find out all these embarrassing things about me. Like how I’ve never actually dated anyone before and therefore I am completely lost in the relationship department.” He grins sheepishly in the end, causing your entire heart to explode.

The both of you agree to take things slow, it’s not like you had that much experience either. For starters, you were gonna go for the team dinner tonight. As a couple. (In secret of course)

Jun stretches his arms out, indicating to the door. However, the moment you grabbed it, he pulls you back into the warmest hug ever. The both of you stay like that for a long time, enjoying how it felt to be in each other’s arms for real finally.

He then kisses you lightly, blushing hard. Before you could even react, he says “Race you!” and runs out of the door. Smiling, you started running to keep up with him.

It’s been a month since you got together, but today standing next to him your nerves were still spiraling out of control. Why? Because you were currently holding on to your boyfriend’s arm on the red carpet premiere of said boyfriend’s new movie. It was your first-ever red carpet event and furthermore, it was the first public appearance of both of you together. Sensing your nervousness, Jun placed his arms over yours and gave you a reassuring smile.

“Jun-ssi, can you tell us about the beautiful lady on your arm tonight? If I am not mistaken, she was your co-star from the recent MV you filmed?” Jun smiled at the interviewer, that charismatic smile that made you fall in love with him through a screen all those years ago. You still couldn’t believe the fact that you were looking at it in real life really. Jun looked at you again before answering, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Yes, this is Y/N, she’s so amazingly talented and I had no choice but to fall for her while I was filming. She makes me want to be a better person every day.”

Would the ground just swallow you up, you couldn’t handle what Jun was saying to millions of people worldwide. The interviewer actually looks surprised at his response, you’re sure he was expecting Jun to deflect the question as usual. He quickly regains his composure, and actually turns to you.

“Hi Miss Y/N, pleasure to meet you this evening, now I’m sure everyone is dying to know more about you. Would you like to say a few words?” After a reassuring squeeze from your boyfriend, you started out shakily before gaining more confidence.

“Uh, hi everyone, I’m Y/N. I just started acting with the MV I shot with Jun butttt, I do have a mini web series coming up next month on Viu and many more exciting projects lined up! Hope you’ll all anticipate them and also please support Jun’s new movie today!” You smiled at the end and bowed towards the camera.

Once you stood up again, Jun took you by surprise, kissing you sweetly at the side of your head and grins.

“That’s my girl.”

THE END

Note: Aaaaaargh, finally done with this mini series! This was a really loooong chapter but I really had to get their story out! Please check out my other fics here :)

#seventeen #svt #seventeen fics #seventeen fic #svt fics #kpop #kpop seventeen #kpop fics #kpop fluff #kpop angst #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #junhui #wen junhui #jun #svt scenarios

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demonwifey · 3 years

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Mommy’s Kissing Who?🎄🎅🏻

Hey guys! Hope you all had a safe and amazing holiday! So this idea literally came to me right after listening to “I Saw Mommy Kissing Beetlejuice” and knew I had to post it for you guys to see. While you’re reading this just keep in mind I didn’t make the reader’s daughter Skye even though she was the one signing it. I’m bad at names so you’ll see the daughter go by she and her for the entire thing. Think about if you had a daughter and what you would name her. Hope you guys enjoy!💚💜🖤

Beetlejuice x black+fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, hints of sexual themes

Word count: 3,688

“I can’t believe I’m gonna ask this but, Beej, just please try to be on your best behavior.” You practically begged, clasping your hands together near your chest for added effect.

The demon man let out a hearty laugh before snapping his suspenders against his chest. His costume was like a mix between his normal suit and an actual Santa costume: red and white striped, his regular boots, and a Santa hat to top it off. You thought his overgrown green beard would’ve been a giveaway to your child at least.

“Come on, babes. Give me a little credit! I’m gonna be the best damn Santa these twerps have ever seen.” He reassured you. His confidence should’ve made you feel at ease but it didn’t. No that it mattered, it was too late to turn back now. You both looked up as the Scout Leader announced his arrival from outside the small room you two were in, basically queuing him to come out.

“It’s Showtime, babes.” He said to you and gave a flirtatious wink before walking out to the young girls yelling in excitement.

You watched as they all scurried to huddle around him. You watched your daughter closely, thankfully she didn’t recognize Beej and the other girls didn’t notice anything off. Maybe he was right, you should’ve given him more credit. You straightened your dress and fixed your hair out before making your way over the other parents as they all watched with joy.

“HO HO HO! Merry Christmas, you little shits!” You heard him yell loudly across the room.

You stopped in your tracks and your eyes widened almost comically at the sentence you just heard. You prayed to any other worldly being out there that it was only your imagination. When you looked up at the other parents, you could see it wasn’t. Their faces matched yours and they quickly turned their eyes towards you. Yeah, this was going to be one long night.

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You didn’t know how you could’ve ended up in a worse position. You were in charge of one thing for the Girl Scout’s Christmas party: get someone to play Santa Claus and have him hand out the girls merit badges. All the other parent’s handled things like food, decorations, etc. It’s not like it was a hard task for you to do. Hell, you found and booked a guy at the beginning of the month. Everything was fine on your end, until two days ago. Your Santa Claus called saying he was sick with the flu. You’d already had a few mishaps with Girl Scout events in the past, so this was your chance to show the other parents that you weren’t a total screw up. Yet here you were on your laptop, scrambling through different websites to try and find a new person to play Santa.

“Hey Mommy, which shoes should I wear for the party tomorrow?” You heard your daughter’s perky voice ask from behind you. As a reflex, you quickly slammed your laptop screen down and looked at her with wide eyes. She stood behind the couch with each hand holding one shoe from a different pair.

“Hmm, I think I like the black ones better. They’ll match your badge belt.” You faked a casual tone.

She looked at the shoe you chose, like she was thinking for a moment, before nodding in excited agreement and running back to her room. You strained a smile as you watched her go before letting out a frustrated sigh and once you heard her door close. You were doing this, not just for the other girls, but for her as well. Your daughter always got so excited when someone mentioned Santa. How shitty would you feel if you had to watch her face turn to disappointment when they were all told Santa wasn’t coming? The mental image alone made your heart sink to the floor. You leaned forward to drop your head into your hands and let out another sigh; this one being much louder.

“Hey, keep making noises like that and I’m gonna get turned on, babes.” You heard a familiar voice coming from the side of you.

You didn’t even need to move your head to know it was Beetlejuice. You loved the demon to death but right now, you were in no mood to joke around. You could tell he sensed that when you didn’t respond. You didn’t see, but he awkwardly scratched the back of his head before sitting next to you. He placed an equally awkward hand on your back and started rubbing circles on it.

“Uh, you’re not gonna start crying are you? I’ve always been bad with that sort of thing. I mean, I had to watch The Notebook with Adam and Barbara one time and I had no idea what to do. They just started sobbing and saying “If you’re a bird, I’m a bird” to each other and it was the stupidest thing I’d seen-” And you stopped him before he could finish.

“No, Beej, I’m not gonna start crying. But, God, do I want to.” You said while sitting up, his hand still rubbing circles on your back. “It’s like I had one job and it went straight to shit in one day. I’ve looked everywhere for someone to play Santa last minute but they’re all booked! And I don’t have any family members or friends that are free either. Ugh, as if they’d actually do it.”

The room fell silent for a moment. There was no point in even opening up your laptop again. Not to say you gave up...but you basically gave up.

“What about the kid’s sperm donor? Maybe the Christmas spirit has him feeling less like a piece of shit.” Beetlejuice spoke; half joking, half serious. You scoffed but then let out an actual laugh. He moved his hand to around your shoulder before and you laid his chest. Your fingers started absentmindedly playing with his tie.

“If you’re referring to her father, he hasn’t been around since she was one. I doubt anything would make him less of a piece of shit.” You responded. You hated the guy for running out on you and your daughter but you’d never have him around Beetlejuice. You already knew Beej would have murder in his eyes as soon as he’d walk through the door. You moved your neck upward to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, showing that you appreciated his attempt to make you feel better.

“Well, at least this'll be an excuse to ruin Santa for her. Just walk in and say “SANTA ISN’T COMING BECAUSE SANTA ISN’T REAL!”. Rip the band aid off. It’ll be great.” He joked, looking down at you with a sinister grin on his face. There was no doubt in your mind that he wasn’t joking.

You let out a defeated giggle before flipping his tie up to hit him in the face. You were about to give him another kiss before you heard your daughter’s voice again.

“Beetlejuice!” She screamed before running around the couch to jump between you two. You both laughed at her sudden presence before Beetlejuice placed a hand on her head.

“What’s up, anklebiter? Have too many sugar packets before bed?” He joked and her own laughter wasn’t far behind. She quickly climbed on top of his lap and pulled out two of her favorite scrunchies from her pocket.

“No, silly! I need your opinion. Which scrunchie would look better for my hair tomorrow?” She asked, much like asked you about the shoes before.

Beetlejuice was always so good around your daughter. Most guys you knew ran for the hills when they found out you had a kid, but somehow, this rude and crude demon didn’t. Maybe it was all the time he’d spent with Lydia but he fell into the ‘cool dad/uncle’ role very quickly. Not that you were begging to have that figure in her life, it was still nice to watch them interact so naturally. You laughed as Beetlejuice plucked the different color scrunchies out of her hand and examined them closely.

“Nope, neither one will do.” He twisted his face at them before tossing them both to the side. Your daughter only blinked in confusion as she watched Beetlejuice reach into one of his jacket pockets.

“This one is way more suitable!” Suddenly he pulled out a black and white striped scrunchie with a glitter covered green and black tulle bow at the center. You’d been with Beetlejuice for a while so thankfully the both of you were used to his magic. Your daughter squealed in excitement and grabbed the scrunchie out of his hand.

“Beej, you can’t keep giving her presents before Christmas.” You laughed, still watching her as she gawked at her new accessory. The demon man ignored you, knowing he was only winning her heart more and more each day. “Alright, now what do we say?” You asked, giving her a knowing look.

“Thank you, so much BJ! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” The child didn’t hold back her enthusiasm as she jumped to give him a tight hug. Beetlejuice let out his usual scratchy laugh while giving her a few pats on the back.

You watched their interaction before squinting, an idea popping into your head.

“There’s no way...” You thought to yourself, but the image stuck in your head. Once you saw it, you couldn’t unsee it. From his perfect chubby body to his earthy laugh, you could tell he was the perfect fit for your idea.

“Alright, mini me, time for bed.” You shook yourself away from your thoughts and placed a hand on her head. She turned to face you with a large pout on her face. You stopped her before she could even protest. “Teeth and pajamas, now. I’ll be in to help with your hair in a minute.” You said softly but sternly.

The girl turned to Beej for help but he only shrugged, already knowing not to protest against you. She dropped her shoulders in defeat before saying thank you one last time and giving him her own cheek kiss. She soon shuffled away to get ready for bed, still giggling about the scrunchie.

“Ya’know, doll. I like it when you get tough. It really does something to me.” The demon man wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. You rolled your eyes before making your way over to him. You swung one leg over his lap and straddled him, using your hands to hold and squish his cheeks together. Beetlejuice didn’t waste time using one hand to hold your thigh and the other to grab your ass.

“Beej....” You started, staring into his golden eyes with a look that was nothing less than seductive. It didn’t take long for Beetlejuice to be wrapped around your finger. His hands started rubbing slowly in their respective spots as you moved down to pace soft kisses on his neck. “....how would you like to do me a BIG favor?” You asked.

****

Being the amazing boyfriend that he was, Beetlejuice said yes to your favor of him being the replacement Santa, at the cost of you being a wreck the entire event. Did you ever stop sweating? No. You were so used to Beej’s crass behavior at home that you didn’t think about how bad it would be to have him around other people. He started telling you all the ‘fun’ party tricks he had planned for the night. As soon as he mentioned giving the girls candy bags full of dead bugs, you realized the mistake you might’ve made.

There were more lows than highs throughout the night. Beetlejuice would make crude jokes every chance he got. Most of these jokes went over the girls heads, but their parents didn't find them very amusing. Even in your panicked state, you would have to divert Beetlejuice back to his original task. God, don’t even mention when you got close to him. It’s like he’d lose track of what was even happening to openly flirt and make lewd comments about you, in front of everyone. You lost count of how many times you had to say “haha Santa I don’t think Mrs. Claus would like that” before pinching him and making him get back on track. When it was time for food, he ate the scouts’ precious trope hamster. He played it up as a gimmick but you knew the gruesome reality of it all. The glares and stares from the adults in the room burned deep holes into your back. If you had the option to let the ground swallow you whole, you would’ve taken it.

When it finally came time to pass out the Scouts’ merit badges, that surprisingly went with minimal ease. Again, he was making odd jokes but it wasn’t the worst thing to happen all night. When he got down to your daughter, he was a lot more kind with his words than he was with the other girls. You thought he would’ve blown his cover to her as he went on a 10 minute long speech about how great and deserving she was. He was eventually stopped by the scout leader who cleared her throat to get her attention. You weren’t sure if it was the anxiety you’d been feeling all night, the sweet gesture from Beej, or the look of joy on your daughter’s face, but you were just about on the verge of tears. Despite the craziness of the night and the emotions that were flooding your brain, seeing the two of them laugh together made it all worth it.

****

After a long night out, you were finally back to your apartment. You shuffled through the door with her fast asleep on your shoulder. As soon as you got her in the car, she was out like a light. Now all you had to do was get her into pajamas and put her to bed. As you tucked her in, you could already hear Beej calling in his invisible state.

“Babydoll~ Told ya’ I was gonna be the best Santa ever. Come on, say my name. Say it so you can sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want for Christmas~” His scratchy voice echoed from behind you.

It took everything in you not to roll your eyes. Thankfully your daughter was fast asleep so she wouldn’t hear anymore of Beej’s lewd humor for the night. You stroked her hair for a second before getting up to walk out of her room, making sure to leave a slight crack in the door. You weren’t free from Beej’s voice as you put some things away and tidied up your living room. He was practically begging for you to say his name. Sure, you were being petty but he put you through hell tonight. A little payback never hurt anyone. Especially when you knew it helped fuel a little feral anger him. Angry Beej was your favorite Beej.

After about 30 minutes, you could feel the air in the room growing a little warm. You smiled to yourself, finally feeling as though you’d tortured him enough. You whispered his name slowly and sensual as you possibly could. As soon as you finished with the last syllable, you didn’t have time to swat away the thick green smoke surrounding your face before you felt his arms wrap around your waist. His nose was practically touching yours and you noticed the mischievous grin on his face. It didn’t surprise you that he still had on the Santa costume and soon you felt him pepper quick kisses on your neck.

“So tell me little girl, have you been naughty or nice this year?” He asked in between kisses. You let out a light giggle as the hairs on his beard tickles your neck.

“Aren’t you supposed to know that already, Santa?” You asked with added sarcasm on the name. He ignored you as he started nipping at your neck. “Anyway,” You stopped him by grabbing his cheeks with your hands. The way his face looked squished between your hands was too adorable for you to handle.

“Even though you were giving me anxiety all night, I still wanna say thank you for doing me this favor. It really means a lot.” With your words, you used one thumb to gently rub against his cheek. He didn’t even try to hide the goofy smile that filled his face. The only thing missing from his costume was the Santa hat so you could see the baby pink color that started to creep up strands of his hair.

“Aw, don’t sweat it, doll. You know I’d do anything for you and the kid.” He said so nonchalantly. It wasn’t until you gave him a fond smile that he realized what he said. It was rare for Beetlejuice to be anything less than crass. Whenever he showed moments of sincerity, it made your heart feel warm. His hair only got pinker as you looked at him with hearts in your eyes.

“I still want to show my appreciation. Seriously, what can I do to say thanks?” You asked, already knowing the type of answer he’d give. You watched as he acted like he was thinking for a moment. Just as his lip twisted back until an evil smirk, you felt one of his cold hands make his way down to your ass and give a gentle squeeze.

“Wellllll, how about a kiss under the mistletoe, babes?” He leaned in closer to your face.

You assumed he would’ve made one appear over you because you didn’t have one hanging anywhere in your apartment. A small puff of green smoke appeared in front of you but when you looked above, there wasn’t mistletoe to be found. Beej still had the arrogant smirk on his face as he watched you look around in confusion. After a second, it finally hit you. You made the mistake of looking down to see said mistletoe resting on the belt above his crotch. When you looked back at him, he wiggled his eyebrows. The annoyed sigh you let out could’ve been heard throughout the whole building. God, this guy was such a dumbass.

“Well? You gonna thank me or what?” The demon man asked, giving your ass a harder squeeze. You ignored his question and reached down. He seemed to get excited, but you disregarded his expectations that when you plucked the mistletoe off of his belt and held it above your heads.

“Don’t get too cocky, dweeb.” You saw that he was about to protest but you pushed your lips against his before he could.

Kissing Beetlejuice was nothing new but somehow this was a little different. You just remembered how sweet he was to your daughter and the interactions they’ve had. You thought about how you loved seeing them together. You thought about how much you loved the three of you being together like a family, like the family you’ve secretly wanted for so long. You put all of those thoughts into the kiss. All the love you had for Beetlejuice, you put into your kiss.

He was a little flustered at first, but eventually got in sync with you. He could tell you were putting your all into the kiss and was determined to do the same. You dropped the mistletoe to the floor and wrapped your arms around the man’s neck, pulling your bodies closer together. Beej let out a small grunt as you let your tongue slip it’s way into his mouth. You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into with that. Not long after did Beetlejuice shove his own freakishly large tongue until your mouth, and later down your throat. You tried your hardest not to let out a loud moan once you felt the wetness fill up your mouth, but you knew that’s exactly what Beej wanted to hear.

Even though you wanted to go longer, it would’ve been easier to finish what you started in the bedroom. Your daughter never caught you and Beej in the act, thank God, but there have been times where it was a close call. You hesitantly pulled away from the demon man, and it took a second for his tongue to leave from your throat. You gasped for air as your hands rested on his chest. You could see the ready-to-go feral look on his face as he rested his forehead on yours.

“Was that a good enough thank you?” You asked, letting out a slight laugh. Beetlejuice let out a heartier laugh as his golden eyes glowed bright like stars.

“I think I could use a little more convincing.” His scratchy voice echoed through your ears as he leaned down to wrap his arms around your thighs. You didn’t have a second to think as he lifted your body off of the ground and threw you over his shoulder with ease; one hand rested on your thigh and the other held a tight grip on your ass. You tried not to laugh too loudly as he carried your to your bedroom, ending the night in hours and hours of lovemaking.

With being so wrapped up in each other, you didn’t see your daughter peeking from around the hallway corner. Even though you thought she was fast asleep, Beetlejuice’s presence had woken her up while she tucked you in. She snuck out to watch in both joy and disgust as you two basically made out in the living room. She was glad to see you happy but it was still gross to see her parental figures kissing at all. With Beetlejuice still being in his Santa costume, she was able to put two and two together. She didn’t necessarily stop believing in Santa but she was glad Beetlejuice played the part for her.

The young girl scurried her way back into her room and gently closed the door so you two wouldn’t hear. Boy, was she gonna have a story to tell her fellow Girl Scouts.

Thank you guys so much for reading! See you guys in the New Year!💚💜🖤 🎉

#beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice fanfiction #Beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice #beetlejuice musical

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babyjeep · 3 years

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As most of you know @scilessweetheart is doing some Harry Potter inspired Teen Wolf moodboards which can be found here.

The posts made me think way too much about the shenanigans these kids would get into at Hogwarts. I said I would write OneShots but ugh... the idea might have spiraled into a mini series. It’s so fun so far. Since I’m already writing two other series, I can’t promise consistency. Usually I write pretty long chapters, but these will just be one scene chapters, about 1k long each. Like little bite sized moments! It takes off a lot of pressure from me knowing it’s just a scene. So without further ado....

The Introduction! It’s just about 750 words! Part 1 is going up today as well!

An unsettling feeling crept up on the redhead, and suddenly she couldn’t finish her food. Lydia turned to look behind her then faced forward with a frown. She straightened up her back to try and see over the heads of the boys across the table from her only to give up and just stand for a better view of the room. Her friends all gave her confused looks. Lydia was known for acting a bit. . odd to say the least. In their third year, Lydia discovered that her natural ability with Divination was because she was a Seer. At first, Lydia rejected the idea, insisting she wasn’t crazy like Professor Trelawney. After the events of last year, Lydia warmed up to the truth, realizing her abilities could be used to help people. The only problem was, her friends were constantly watching her, waiting for her to make the next terrifying prophecy.

Allison was the first to speak up and ask, “What is it?”

“Something’s wrong, huh? You can sense it,” Stiles said, now looking around the room wildly himself. He always got a bit too excited when it came to Lydia’s ability and overestimated how much she could control it all.

Seeing wasn’t something she could switch on and off. But right now she wasn’t having a vision at all. The only thing she was doing was paying attention to the world outside their friend group bubble.

“Look around. What’s different?” Lydia whispered as she sat back down.

Her friends paused their breakfast and tried to guess what Lydia was on about. Stiles’s knee bounced nervously as he scanned the see of red, green, blue, and. .

“Holy shit,” Stiles whispered, his eyes going wide. “Where are all the Hufflepuffs?”

During breakfast and lunch, the students were a jumbled mess of colors at the four house tables. At dinner it was slightly more organized by house, but even during feasts some students snuck across the room to sit among friends instead of sitting with at the proper table. Stiles Stilinski was one of the handful of students who was constantly being scolded and told to return to his own table. Now being in their sixth year, Professor McGonagall had just excepted the Ravenclaw as an honorary member of her house since he couldn’t seem to be apart from Scott McCall for longer than ten minutes. But accepting him into her house also meant she could take as many house points from him as she pleased which she often did, liberally, especially when she caught him in the Gryffindor common room after hours.

Today the Hufflepuff table was practically empty, and not a fleck of yellow stood out in the Great Hall.

“Guys,” Allison muttered. Her copy of the Daily Prophet was placed over Scott McCall’s plate. Stiles leaned over Scott’s shoulder to get a better look at the article, having no sense of personal space. Lydia went pale upon seeing the flashing image of the man and woman screaming as they tugged against their shackles. Allison rubbed her back comfortingly.

“They broke out?” Scott said in disbelief. “How is that even possible?”

The four simultaneously turned their heads to see the back corner of the room where Malia Hale sat alone at the end of the Slytherin table. The seventh year, Jackson Whittemore, shot up from his seat with a huge grin. His headboy badge glistened as he made his way down to her end of the table with an arrogant swagger. He plopped his copy of the paper in front of her and let her see for herself. Malia’s lip curled at Jackson’s presence, but she reluctantly took the newspaper in her hands and read what it was about. The paper slid from her finger tips, landing in her eggs. An expression that almost looked fearful flashed across her face. Then, as if she could feel the stares, she caught eyes with Scott McCall’s friend group.

The glassware rattled as Malia bumped the table in her haste to run out. Everyone in the room who had already seen the article seemed glued to watching her as she burst through the main doors and out of sight.

“She doesn’t seem happy to hear the news,” Lydia mumbled as the four of them returned to their breakfast.

“With parents like that, who would be? Bet she’s not itching for a family reunion,” Stiles said.

“Guys, have you forgotten?” Scott told them as he rushed to grab his book bag and stand. “The Hufflepuffs are missing! What if something’s wrong?”

The girls collected their bags quickly as well. Scott had to drag Stiles away from his plate while Stiles argued, “Fine! I’ll help! But only if we promise to lose Isaac again later.” That earned him a glare from Scott, so he quickly added, “Accidentally, of course.”

Thank you for reading! Go check out those moodboards the you can read Part 1 here!

#teen wolf #my writing #the fact that Lydia gets to just...keep her powers #but now it’s not just death that she predicts #but it’s usually not good predictions #oh. Jackson is in this #actually everyone is #because I needed members of all four houses for Quidditch #Jackson is a year about them and Headboy #jackson is also Quidditch captain for Slytherin

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gingerwritess · 5 years

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Hey Theo! I just wanted to asking you could write something with Elliot on a sugar high before bed and maybe Loki and Reader treat putting Elliot to sleep like a mission... and maybe a steamy end???????

actual content?? on this blog ??? it’s more likely than you think ;)

oh my GOSH this was so so hard to write y’all i have had writers block so badly lately so thank you for sticking around!

this has mentions of drinking in it, no drunkenness, just sipping drinks :) ps this didn’t follow the request exactly i’m SORRY but i definitely have elliot on a sugar high in here! + steamy middle, but it works…

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You’ve lost your babies.

One of whom is the father of your actual baby, but you’re fairly certain that he was the one who took the candy in the first place.

The giggles coming from the bathroom might be a good hint, so you peek your head in the dark little room to find two silhouettes sitting in the empty bathtub, doubled over with laughter.

“Shh!!”

More giggles, and you yank the shower curtain aside.

“And just what do you two think you’re doing?”

“Your son started it,” Loki blurts, shoving the bag of candy into Elliot’s lap—who just screeches and throws it right back at him.

“Nuh uh!! Mommy, that’s not true! He brought it to me, he said I could have it!”

The little finger in Loki’s face never wavers as Elliot clambers over Loki’s legs to stand, hastily wiping at the chocolate smeared across his mouth.

“Little silvertongue,” Loki mutters as he pulls himself to his feet. “This was your idea, Elliot, I suggested we invite your mother as well…”

Hands on your hips, you raise an eyebrow at your son. “Is that true?”

Elliot giggles and plants his hands on his hips, too, grinning up at your “strict” gaze.

“Nope!”

“What am I going to do with your father?”

“He needs a spanking,” Elliot giggles as you lift him out of the bathtub, smoothing out the red cape on his shoulders. “He’s been real bad.”

Loki lets out a snort. “Don’t get my hopes up, Elliot.”

“Huh?”

“Loki.” You smack him in the chest, only to receive a wink in return. “C’mon, you two. We were supposed to be there five minutes ago.”

“I’m still tempted to forbid you from leaving the house dressed like that, Elliot.” Climbing out of the bathtub, Loki heaves a great sigh and tosses Elliot his little foam mjolnir. “As adorable as you look, I’m still insulted.”

Elliot giggles, clambering onto the counter to adjust his feathered helmet in the mirror. “I was you last year, daddy, it’s uncle’s turn. Gotta share, ‘member?”

Clearly Loki still isn’t thrilled with the notion of his son dressing up as his infamous brother…but given the circumstances and Thor’s blatant adoration for his kid, he sighs and waves a hand at Elliot.

“Right as always, my liege.”

Elliot grins from his spot up on the counter, tossing the little hammer from hand to hand. His lips curl, dimples forming in his chubby little cheeks—you know that look. He’s plotting something, isn’t he?

“Kneel, daddy.”

“Excuse me?”

The little boy bursts into a fit of giggles, chucking the foam hammer at Loki—who only gasps and scoops him off the counter with one great big “oh, how dare you,” lugging the mini-god of thunder off to the car amidst many laughing squirms and shrieked protests.

Once you’re at the tower, Loki’s reminded of just how much much he dislikes these social events.

Elliot left the moment you were through the door, zooming off with mjolnir in the air, cape fluttering, yelling for his uncle—leaving Loki a tiny bit sour, his hand still reaching for Elliot’s, who’s practically teleported away.

You take it instead.

“He’ll be back.” You give his hand a squeeze. “Must just be really excited about the prospect of flying.”

“I can fly,” Loki says under his breath, shoulders dropping. “Maybe not in the same way as Thor, but I can.”

Your soothing, reassuring response is cut off by a clinking of metal near your feet—you glance down.

Morgan’s waddled her way in front of you.

“What in all Hel—”

“Loki!”

The little girl waves up at the two of you, a great big toothless smile on her face.

Under the gold horned helmet on her head, that is.

“I’m you!”

She pokes Loki in the thigh. “See? Look it, look it, I’m you! Mr. Loki of Ath-gard!”

Either Loki is about to laugh, or the Stark legacy is about to end sooner than expected.

“That’s an amazing costume, Morgan!” You quickly smile and give the horns on her little helmet a playful tug, a hand on Loki’s arm, just in case. “Why’d you want to be Loki? Not your dad or…anything else?”

“I wanted to be somethin’ scary for Halloween,” she explains, reaching into the leather pouch around her waist. “Somethin’ scary ‘n ugly that’ll make people scream! So my dad said I should be Mr. Loki. I like it.”

Finding whatever she was looking for, she grins and pulls out a little blue cube.

“Tesseract,” Loki croaks. “C-clever.”

Keep it together, Lokes; she said she liked it, right?

It’s…adorable, actually, the beaming little brunette swishing the green cape around her, a banana hanging off her hip—

“Wait, what’s the banana for?”

“Mom wouldn’t let me have a knife,” she sighs, lifting the cape for a better look at the banana.

Loki looks like he might throw up.

“What’d’ya think, Mr. Loki?”

Silence, and you nudge him in the arm, praying he’ll focus on the endearing part of the costume.

“It’s…clearly the best costume of the night.”

Oh, thank god.

Morgan lights up and squeals, and you give Loki’s hand another squeeze, silently thanking him for not ruining her spirits.

“It’s better than Elliot’s, too,” she decides, adjusting her helmet before spinning on her heel and bolting away, cape fluttering. “I gotta go show ‘im!!”

“Looks like you’ve got yourself a little admirer,” you remark with a grin, tugging Loki over towards the drinks. “Wonder how much candy she’s had.”

“None, if you can believe that.”

“Tony! Hey, the place looks great!”

You hug the billionaire, much to the chagrin of your husband behind you, tiredly requesting two drinks and downing his in one gulp.

“Stark,” he then smiles, setting down the cup and offering his hand. “Happy…Halloween.”

Nailed it. Look at him go, all social ‘n stuff.

“I haven’t seen Elliot,” Tony says, ignoring Loki’s extended hand and wrapping him in a tight hug. “What’s the little bugger gone as, this year?”

“A complete—buffoon—” Loki grunts and squirms away from the hug.

“He wanted to dress up as Thor.” Smacking Loki in the arm, you sigh and try to find your son, lost amidst a crowd of friends. “It’s really cute, he’s got a little hammer and cape! There he is.”

They follow your point to find Elliot perched on the arm of a couch, eagerly listening to Morgan explain every detail of her costume, from the tip of her horned helmet down to the contents of her little pouch—

The mock-tesseract, spare banana, and a bit of green colour-powder—which she promptly takes a handful of and blows in Elliot’s face.

“Boom! Magic!”

Your little boy is mesmerised.

“Elliot’s pretty calm for already having eaten half a bag of candy,” you point out, nudging Loki with your hip. “Thanks to this bad boy, that is.”

“Uh oh…” Tony grins, giving Loki a friendly punch on the shoulder. “Been naughty, Lokester? Careful…tonight’s the one night mommy and daddy don’t need an excuse for the screams, ‘f y’know what I mean.”

You snort into your drink, but Loki just dryly replies with a monotone “I use a spell, thanks,” and takes another sip.

“Someone needs to get into the spooky spirit,” Tony laughs, nudging you in the arm. “You better chain him up or somethin’, celebrate.”

“Yes, Tony, thank you for the sex advice,” you groan, pushing him away. He just gives a loud whoop and hurries off to go talk to the kids—probably a terrible idea.

Loki’s still quietly leaning against the bar, watching the kids laugh and sipping his drink.

Well…maybe Tony had a point.

He could use a bit of a pick me up. And it’s been a couple days, given Elliot’s recent obsession with space—that’s been requiring you and your hubby to spend your nights cuddled up with your son, illusions upon illusions of the universe sparkling across the ceiling.

Not that you could ever complain.

“So…” you sidle up close to him again and laying a hand on his chest. “Are we going to be needing chains tonight, love?”

Loki quirks an eyebrow. “Maybe something to tie you down, but I don’t think chains will be necessary.”

“Oh. Expecting me to cooperate, hm?”

A smile slowly spreads across his face. “Go ahead,” he murmurs, taking a slow sip and pointedly licking his lips. “Don’t cooperate, see what happens.”

“Maybe I will,” you hum, a hand slipping up to take the drink from his hand and set it aside, turning his face to yours. “Hey.”

He looks at you, eyes tired but twinkling.

“Hey.”

“You okay?”

There’s an undeniable dimness to his eyes, but he gives you a small smile and tips his head down to brush his lips against yours.

“Thank you,” he whispers—you frown into his lips.

That’s not an answer.

“What’s on your mind?” You pry again, hands coming to rest on either side of his face.

“Currently…” his kiss deepens, tongue flitting out to flick over your lips. “You, a little…mm, tied up…”

“Save it,” you laugh, twining your arms about his neck and pulling him closer. “There’s children present.”

Breaking apart, your noses bump. “We could leave,” Loki whispers. “Thor has an eye on Elliot, no one would know we’re gone.”

“Ah, yes, there’s got to be a closet in this place that we haven’t already tainted…”

Casting a quick glance around to see if anyone would notice, Loki twines his fingers through yours and pushes off the bar into the small crowd, a tiny, eager grin on his face.

You’ve no choice but to follow, really…not that you wouldn’t.

*cue wii music in the background*

i’d like to take this pure moment to remind you. be a nice person. love people. let people live their own lives. you and Loki totally aren’t making out+ in a closet rn. am i avoiding it? yes. go be nice.

*end scene*

“You still haven’t—ugh, answered me,” you huff, grabbing Loki’s arm when he sets you back on your feet, snagging another kiss. “What’s wrong?”

The little mechanical closet is dark, air heavy and filled with the whirring of computer parts, and Loki tugs you closer, fingers still tight around your hip.

“Nothing.” His lips capture yours again. “Remember the first time I dragged you into a dark closet?”

“Of course, I don’t think I’d forget the knife to my throat. You really liked your death threats, didn’t you?”

“I’m so sorry,” he chuckles, face buried in the curve of your neck. “Thank you for being patient enough to teach me how to properly display my emotions.”

“I think you and closets matured nicely,” you murmur with a grin. “This is a much better option.”

Loki smiles, lips turned against your skin, and his breathless little sighs fall on your ear as he starts kissing you again—warm and open-mouthed along your jaw.

A hand finds its way to the nape of your neck, tugging you closer.

It slowly slips to your back, and the kisses slow to a stop.

His arms wrap around your waist and hold onto you tight.

“Loki?”

You can feel his heart thumping rapidly against your chest.

“Loki, what’s the matter?” Carding your fingers through his hair, you quickly hug him back just as tightly. “Talk to me, sweetheart, please.”

“Are you real?”

Muffled against your skin, his voice quivers.

“Yes,” you breathe, holding him closer. “Yes, of course I am—”

“And our son?”

You nod furiously and cradle the back of his head, keeping him tight in your embrace. “Yes, he is, he’s yours and mine and he’s real.”

“Alright.”

“Where’s this coming from, snowflake?”

He takes a shuddering breath—your heart drops. What happened?

“Stark,” he mumbles, and you sink to the floor, bringing him down with you in your arms.

“What about him?”

“He deserves this. A wife. A daughter. Family, happiness.”

“So do you,” you whisper, combing your fingers through his hair, over and over and over. “So do you, Loki, you deserve this, too.”

But as expected, Loki shakes his head and clutches at your back. “No, I don’t. Every day I wake, I think this is a dream. Just a fantasy.”

“But it’s not,” you argue, and you push him back by the shoulders to stare into his dim green eyes. “You are more deserving of happiness than anyone I know, and—”

“What have I done to deserve this?” He snaps, and you brush a lock of hair out of his face. “Stark has saved this planet time and time again, one of which was saving your world from my own reign of terror. I brought nothing but destruction to this realm, horror and death and destruction, yet here I am. Living here, with my family, happy.”

He spits the word out with such venom.

What a horrid paradox he lives in—loathing himself, finally finding happiness, only to despise himself so terribly that he won’t let himself enjoy it.

“You listen to me, Loki.” Your mouths meet once more, quick but firm. “So what, you’ve done some bad things. So have I, and so has Tony, so has Thor, and your father, and so has literally every single person in this entire universe.”

“Yes, but—”

“No buts. You have to find a way to forgive yourself. You’re a good person, Loki. Someone I love, and someone our son loves.”

He doesn’t respond, just huddled in front of you staring back into your eyes, desperately trying to believe you.

Stroking a hand along his cheek, you give him a small smile. “I love you, Loki.”

Still nothing—just a quick, teary blink as he stares.

“I love you,” you whisper again, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Then you grab his face in your hands and drag him towards you, pressing quick little smooches across his cheeks and nose and lips and eyes and anywhere you can reach, down his jaw and over the hands he’s pushing you away with, wrought with laughter.

“Stop, stop,” he laughs, a hand on your face to keep your kisses at bay. “Gods, woman, I get it. I love you, too.”

You kiss the palm of his hand.

“I love you.”

Loki rolls his eyes. “I love you, too.”

“No, I love you.”

“I’m not doing this with you,” he laughs, lips puckering when you squish his cheeks in your hands and smush your lips to the corner of his mouth.

“But I loooove you, baby…” your hand slips under his shirt to lay against his heart, and you sling an arm around his neck to drag him into another kiss.

“I—mmf—love you,” Loki grunts—lips too squished and busy to get anything more out. “S-so much—”

His heart beats steadily under your palm.

Good.

Pushing him back with a loud smack, you take a deep breath and grin at him.

“Your kisses still knock the air right out of me, snowflake.”

“Well,” he huffs, swiping a hand across his mouth, “you don’t exactly pause for air, darling.”

Air comes second, when it comes to kissing Loki.

“C’mon,” you laugh, pulling yourself to your feet and holding out a hand to him. “Lets go find our baby-Thor before anyone gets suspicious.”

* * * * * * * *

The Halloween party blazes on as the two of you wind your way back to the bar, on the lookout for a hulking blond god and his dark haired mini-me.

But, the sight of the mini-Loki catches your eye first—Morgan’s cackling.

That’s the first bad sign.

The second is the pile of empty candy wrappers her and Elliot are throwing in the air like confetti, littering the floor around them, and the third—the one flashing a neon sign saying I screwed up—is Thor’s guilty grin.

“What did you—”

“MOMMY!!”

Your little boy comes barrelling across the floor to crash into your knees, grinning and out of breath.

“Did you know you can make love??”

You all but choke on air. “What?!”

“Uncle Thor said you ‘n daddy made love!! I wanna make some, show me how!” Jumping up and down, Elliot’s screeching, turning heads across the entire room.

Your heart plummets.

“Elliot, shh, please!” You drop to your knees and clap a hand over his mouth, trying to stop the incessant bouncing. “Don’t say that so loudly, shush!!”

Elliot nods furiously, still giggling as he squirms it from under your hand. “I wanna make love!” He whisper-yells, hands in little fists pumping in the air. “I wanna make some love and give it to daddy, what’re the ingred-ents??”

“Thor.” You stand, shoving a finger in the burly god’s chest. “What the hell did you tell him?”

“Well, he asked where you went—”

Loki hits the floor, he’s laughing so hard.

“In all truthfulness, this is your fault,” Thor offers, pointing a finger at Loki. “You always tell me to never lie to your son!”

“Why—hah—why, by Odin’s beard, would you think to tell him that??”

“It’s the truth,” Thor grumbles, popping another chocolate bar in his mouth. “Clearly you two were off trick-or-treating each other, I merely put your thirst into child-friendly terms…”

“That’s enough, Thor, thank you.” You clap a hand over your eyes with a groan—Elliot’s still chanting—albeit quietly—“make! love! make! love! make! love!”

“On that note, we’re leaving.” You swoop Elliot’s giggly self into your arms, only to have him start screeching and practically roll out of your arms.

“I DON’T WANNA GO YET!”

“Norns, child.” Loki’s eyes go wide. “No yelling, Elliot. Try again.”

The kid’s pumped so full of sugar, he’s practically vibrating in your arms.

“I’m sorry,” he giggles, and you know he means it seriously, though the grinning, chocolate-covered face says otherwise. “Can we please stay a little longer? Please?”

“Fine…” you sigh, dropping him back to the floor—he bolts away, grabbing Morgan by the hand and uh, poof.

Gone.

You catch the two of them, mini-Loki and mini-Thor, hiding under the candy table a few minutes later.

“Are we going to talk about the fact that Morgan Stark dressed up as you—”

Loki grabs you with one arm around the waist, catching your lips with his and promptly shutting you right up.

“No. No, I don’t think we are.”

* * * * * * * *

Elliot’s still going by the time you do drag him to the car—him taking to whacking everyone around him in the shins with his little mjolnir had been the last straw—and the moment he’s been wrestled into his car seat, the singing begins.

Who knew such little lungs had so much power?

“AND HEIMDALL’S YELLOW ‘N IRON MAN’S RED, A CAPE FOR THE BIG FELLOW ‘N CAP’S NOT DEAD—”

“Did he come up with that one on his own?”

“I assume so,” Loki sighs, head slumped into his hand, watching you drive. “I tried to give him some other options, but he’s a bit too hyper now for another lesson in Norse, don’t you think?”

“Nah, I can do it in Norse, dad!”

There’s a deep breath from the backseat—you brace yourself—followed by a deafening bang and a puff of dark smoke that fills the car from window to window.

You slam on the brakes.

“Elliot! No magic while we’re driving!”

“Sorry!” He shrieks, hands shooting into the air in defence. “Tha’s an accident!!”

“Pull over,” Loki coughs, waving away some of the smoke so you can at least see out the windshield. “I’ll sit with him.”

You do, and Loki goes to sit in the back with Elliot, quickly snatching up his little shaking hands in his own.

“You alright, Elliot?”

“That was an accident,” he whispers again, eyes wide. “Sorry, sorry.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” You twist around to smile at the little boy—hands trembling out in front of him, lip starting to wobble, he looks terrified. “Don’t worry, okay? Dad’s right here, he’s going to help.”

“We just have to be careful,” Loki quietly tells him, smoothing his thumbs over Elliot’s knuckles. “You see how that could’ve been dangerous, yes?”

“Uh-huh. I understand, really.”

Loki gives him a soft smile, squeezing his hands. “Would you sing me more of your song? The lyrics were intriguing, I would love to hear more.”

Elliot sniffs, giving a small shake of his head. “I wroted it myself,” he mumbles. “That’s all the words. Can you sing?”

“O-of course, erm…sure.”

You smile to yourself, starting the car back up.

They’ll be okay.

Loki’s quiet singing certainly helps, sitting in the backseat as you drive, holding Elliot’s hands tight in his. He’s ten times calmer, the sugar high starting to crash, his head lolling back against the car seat as he stares at his father with drooping eyes.

Slow blinks and hushed voices fill the car by the time you’re home. Finishing the quiet song to keep Elliot in his almost-asleep daze, Loki continues singing while you carefully unbuckle the kid, hoisting him into your arms to carry inside, Loki close behind.

“That was a lot easier than I expected,” you whisper, setting Elliot on his bed and getting him some sleep clothes to change into.

“With how much candy he ate, I did expect much, much worse,” Loki agrees, kneeling in front of the half-asleep little boy. “Lift your arms for me, Elliot? Just for a second, then you can go to back sleep.”

The two of you slowly get him changed, holding his head up when it droops and promising to hang his cape by the door when he jerks awake and insists upon it.

“I’ll hold him, you brush his teeth?” You ask, picking up your son and holding him close.

Loki smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Of course.”

Elliot’s drooling toothpaste onto your shoulder then entire time, but to hear Loki quietly chuckling behind you as he tries to brush the sleeping kid’s teeth, it’s entirely worth every bit.

“That’s as good as I can do,” he murmurs, brushing a hand along Elliot’s round little cheek. “Let’s get him in bed before he latches onto you for good.”

You give a soft laugh, hugging the boy tighter. “I wouldn’t complain. His hugs rival yours, Lokes, watch out.”

Loki stretches out on the foot of Elliot’s bed, arms crossing behind his head with a content sigh.

“I mean, personally, I wouldn’t.” He catches your eye with a smile as you lower Elliot to the pillows. “Let you out of my arms, that is.”

“Neither would Elliot, apparently,” you laugh, trying to no avail to pry the little arms from around your neck. “Help, Loki, he’s not…heh, he’s not letting go…”

He sits up with a dramatic huff. “Only one thing to do, then.”

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he gives you a tug and you let out a squeal, toppling onto the bed.

“Loki!” You hiss, hoping to god that didn’t wake Elliot up.

“Shh…I need a hug, too.” Arms winding about your waist and over Elliot, who’s still fast asleep on your chest, Loki nestles into your side with a happy little hum. “Here. Better?”

A hand runs up your thigh, changing you immediately into your sleep clothes without having to actually get up and change. He’s done the same for himself, and you fake a sigh.

“I guess we’re sleeping here again, hm?”

“I won’t complain,” Loki murmurs, a hand rubbing over Elliot’s back. “Want the stars?”

You nod with a small smile, settling back against the pillows, your son on your chest and husband by your side. This is pretty unreal, you decide. Loki was asking the right questions.

It only gets better when Loki waves a hand towards the ceiling, flipping off the lights and covering the room in dim, flickering illusions of the universe, colourful realms swirling in the air among the endless expanse of stars.

“Thanks,” you whisper, pressing a kiss on your fingertips and placing them on Loki’s cheek. “I’d kiss you right now, but I can’t reach you with Elliot on me.”

“Let’s fix that.” Starlight glinting off his cheekbones, he scoots up onto the pillows and cradles your head in his hands, thumb brushing over your bottom lip before melding his lips to yours.

Soft, slow, and Elliot shifts in his sleep, a quiet sigh leaving his lips as he reaches for Loki, tugging him closer for you while he sleeps.

“That’s better.” A giddy laugh leaves your lips when Loki does, kissing the tip of your nose once for good measure before cuddling back into your side.

“And what’s so funny, darling?”

“Are you real?” You whisper, grinning down at your two loves, a hand combing through Elliot’s curls. “Are either of you real?”

Loki smiles, the universe swimming in his eyes as he watches you play with Elliot’s hair. “Told you. We live in a dream. This is just a fantasy, isn’t it.”

“It’s not,” you assure him. “Just feels like it, and that’s a million times better.”

“I love you. Both of you.”

Eyes closed and a soft smile playing at his lips, Loki takes your other hand in his and lays it on the top of his head.

“Real subtle, Loki. I love you.”

Your fingers tangle in his hair, too.

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Are You Ready?

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, more smut, more fluff

Prompt: You wanted to watch an Animal documentary, Seokjin has other plans.

Word Count: 3,576

Warnings: Virgin!Reader, Unprotected Sex (Wrap before you tap!!!!) Orgasam denial...ish?

A/N: IM DYING LAUGHING THIS WAS SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR THE LITERAL LONGEST! I would like to kindly point out that this is loosely related to a dream I actually had like LAST YEAR and I just found it, and added a couple things. Yall wanna see what I was dreaming about a year ago here it is LOL Im so shocked. Not really Im getting back into my writing groove les get it!

Feedback is Appreciated!

With a hand intertwining in yours, you feel yourself being suddenly pulled from your attempted descent down your stairs. You gasped silently, your brain remaining in a small jumble.

Your body was turned, then pushed lightly into his bedroom. Much like the rest of the house, your shared room was not too big, if you were to jump on your tiptoes, your fingertips may just be able to touch the ceiling. Looking forward, you see the nicely made king size bed is perfectly center with the 55 inch TV that was mounted on the wall just in front of the furniture. On the dresser under the TV, were three sets of gaming systems. Its common knowledge that you both would always be ready to play games at any time. It was also helpful to have for when his brother Jungkook comes around, a family that games together stays together after all. The sets of mini circular lights built into the ceiling above you gave the room a nice glow, all in all your shared bed room was made for both your tastes and it was the perfect place to sit and relax....among other things.

You heard the lock of the room door click, and instantly your attention was drawn back to why you were dragged here in the first place. You turned around, facing the culprit himself, who simply gave a small playful smile.

“And would you like to explain to me exactly why you stopped me from going to get my snacks, my love?”

Seokjin smirked, fully turned to you, his attention on your entire form. His stance alone was enough to change the entire atmosphere in the room, making you slightly flustered. It was clear the true power he had over anything and everything he came into contact with.

From the way he was eyeing you, you could guess what he wanted, but being the person that you were, you had to push him, test his limits so to speak. You could call it part a stubborn streak, but in the end, you both always got the good end of the deal. You watched his right hand tremble slightly, before his long slender fingers slowly dropped from the door knob, and down to his side gently. The tips of his pointer and middle finger on his right hand began to tap on his leg in a playful manner, while his left hand remained perfectly still.

Such a small gesture should not have worked you up this much, but with the current feel of the room, and your past experience with each of his very skilled fingertips, you could feel your body tremble, and your legs shake in silent anticipation with what was to come. Were you scared? Absolutely, What was about to transpire went well beyond of boundaries of everything you two had done together over the past year. This was all new territory, you were about to cross a line you had been afraid of crossing for the longest. No matter how much you may openly flirt, no matter how much foreplay or touching you do, and no matter how many times you tell yourself you are ready, It does not stop your nerves from tightening at the thought of going all the way, and losing the very thing you were told to treasure for your entire life.

You were not scared to lose your virginity to Jin. You knew a long time ago that he was the one you wanted to take it, it was just....you had so many questions, so many concerns. Would it hurt like everyone said? Would your lack of sex in that way make this encounter a little too....boring? Would he even still want you afterwards knowing you had no experience?

It wasn’t like he didn’t know, you explained your purity to him on your fifth date, and he was nothing but respectful and understanding of it. He made it perfectly clear that he would wait until you were ready, and when you were, he would be there.

He kept to his promise since that day. Time and time again you would work each other to the brink of total exhaustion, always doing the most make sure each person was left somewhat satisfied, but never truly going all the way. Still he would wait, still he stayed with you. You could never ever thank him enough for that. Then, on a date you can no longer pinpoint, you realized that the closer you got to him, you knew the small back and forth could no longer be enough.

It was no longer enough to have your mouth wrapped around his cock, his hands gripping your hair to keep you in place as he fucked your mouth the way he liked most. It was no longer enough that if you were a good girl, he would use his long marvelous tongue on your aching cunt, sucking and swallowing every drip of juice that slipped out of your clenching, desperate hole. No, the playing was no longer enough, how could it be? He could not have been more eager to finally give you both the relief you both deserved when he heard the news.

That was exactly how you had got into this situation that you were in now. You were certain you wanted tonight to be the night, and with that in mind, you made yourself look extra alluring, a web for the fly if you will. The black off the shoulder shirt, and black leggings you wore hugged you tight, accentuating each curve of your body delightfully. Your hair was pinned up in a classy, sophisticated bun, showing off the smooth skin of your neck and collar bones, something you knew would make your seokjin weak at the knees, seeing as he adores sucking on both.

You knew that your plan had been working beautifully. You watched his movements with interest, loving how you could always meet eyes with him no matter what he had been doing during the day. You felt powerful, watching him silently squirm as he watched you lick your fingers clean as you ate different foods that you had gotten for lunch. You felt needy, watching him smirk and bite his lip while he shot a wink in your direction, indicating that he knew precisely, what you were doing, and you would surely pay for it (Promises, promises).

“You have really been testing me all day haven’t you, my love?” He mocked, his eyes still locked on yours.

“I assure you, I have no idea what you mean.” You lied, cocking your head to the side.

“Is that so?” He asked you, an eyebrow raised in your direction, to which you gave a single nod.

He nodded, his eyes slipping from yours for only a moment to gaze at your smooth neck. He quickly found his composure, though you did not miss his moment of weakness. His eyes met yours again, before he spoke, his tone firm, “Ah, pity. My mistake then, lets go get the snacks then, shall we?”

Your eyes opened a little more, a pinch of shock picking at your nerves, usually he is clairvoyant enough to see through your bluff, had your acting been a bit too good?

He moved away from the door, holding up his hand toward it to gesture you to leave the room. You gawked at him for a moment, not sure how to respond. You could feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment, you knew your pride would get in the way of you actually saying anything to him, and you were also to shy to speak out about not really wanting to leave the room, so, with a small huff of disappointment you made your way to the door.

How humiliating is this? Does he not read the novels? Male makes a flirty remark to girl, Girl responds in a flirty teasing remark and boom, you could have your way with each other. . Maybe your voice did not have the right inflection? You have to admit reading how to flirt in book form is perhaps not the smartest way to learn, but hell you read enough to get at least a jist of how to do it....

With your thoughts going round and round in your head, you tried your best to try and understand where you went wrong. Then you feel yourself getting bold, slightly agitated. No way is he gonna end it like this! You will see to it! You think of a quick retort, while pretending to turn the knob of the door to make your fake exit...

Only, the knob would not budge.

You paused, thoughts on hold as you turned the knob again, pulling at it with all your might, a look of utter confusion on your face, when the sudden revelation came across your face.

Jin had locked the door. You were so preoccupied with your head you totally forgot he had locked the door when he came in here with you.

“Yah, well, isn’t this a shocking turn of events.” You heard from behind you, his voice a lot closer than you had anticipated.

You chuckled, goosebumps trickled onto your skin as you felt hands creep onto each side of your hips. His grasp around you tightened, his long fingers digging into your flesh. Before you could even speak, you were forcefully turned around, your back meeting the wooden door.

You gasped, looking to meet dark lust filled pupils. With another eyebrow raised, you could see the smirk once again grow on his lips as he gave you yet another once over. You turned your head away from him and scoffed, more so at yourself, all this time you were planning to trap him, and yet here you are, the fly, to his spider.

“You ma’m have been acting up all day.” He spoke, his eyebrow raised, his voice smug and low.

“Define acting up” You play smoothly. “Because all I remember doing is wanting to get some snacks before we watch the-”

“How long are you gonna keep this up?” He interrupted, his thumb rubbing circles on your arms. “The faster you admit your wrong doings, the faster I can show you why you should save the snacks for later.”

“Jin!” You exclaimed in fake shock. “All I wanted was to watch an animal documentary!”

Jin rolled his eyes, a playful smile on his face. “Oh Please, you have watched the same season of planet earth fifteen times, I’m sure you’ll be okay.”

“Oh? I was not aware.” You nodded.

“I can see, that’s why I told you.” He smirked, his focus on nothing but your eyes. You could see the admiration he had for you, you could feel it, and it made your heart clench. You could feel it start to beat faster, sending loud beats through your ears. "Wow.” you thought to yourself. “What a beautiful piece of music.”

You hope that he can see the absolute trust and love that you have for him in you eyes as well. You always had that fear, that perhaps you are not expressing your love enough, so you made a promise to him and to yourself that no matter what, you would give your all to him, and he promised he would give his all to you. You were a partnership, a union, pieces of a whole, and you needed each other.

Jins left hand slid up from your arm slowly, making your skin prickle and become cool with want and anticipation. Finally, he reaches his destination, the base of your neck. The spot he has always loved to play with first. “Who doesn’t love the neck?” He would say, shocked that anyone could think any different Its a great starting point and its super smooth....like my face”

He smiles as his fingers reach the base of your neck. He presses his fingers down, adding only the tiniest bit of pressure to let you know where he was, and finally after what seemed like forever, he leans forward, pressing a small kiss on the free side of your neck.

You sigh, the feeling of his plump lips sending shock waves of heartfelt desire through your body in bursts. He kisses again, the tip of his tongue caressing your skin for only a second, causing you to sigh once more. You can feel a slight smirk on you skin, he knows he has you where he wants you and he has barley lifted a finger to you yet. What a Man he is

“Do you know how much I adore your body?” He whispered against your skin, placing another kiss into the dip of your neck. “I really adore every inch of you, we could literally never leave this room and I’ll just enjoy getting to touch you like this forever.”

“You are exaggerating.” You pushed out, sucking in a breath as he nibbled lightly on your skin.

He broke away slightly “Well....maybe about the never leaving this room part but the rest? No way.”

He comes up to meet your eyes before placing his lips against yours. The moan against his lips was inevitable, feeling him so close to you always caused your body to react that way. It was like a switch in your brain, like his body was a beacon for your deepest desires in mind, body and soul. You knew he was the one meant to do this with you, you knew he was meant for you.

Your lips mold together, his tongue granted quick access to your mouth as you move into a slow yet powerful dance. You moan together, both feeling the cages keeping you both at bay slowly breaking. Your breathing has quickened in pace. even more so now as you feel your legs squirm in slight irritation. You want him so bad, you can feel it in your very core. He wants you, you can hear it in his trembling breaths, you can feel the arousal pressing against his dark blue jeans, taunting you.

“Are you ready Baby?” He asks, parting with your lips and meeting your eyes once again.

He was taking care of you, just like always. He was once again asking if this is what you truly wanted. This was it. The land of no return. if you say no, you move on and wait, or you say yes, giving the consent that you were indeed ready for what would come next, Were you truly ready to let go?

Yes. Yes you were.

“I’m ready baby.” You nod, a sweet smile on your lips as he smiles and nods in return.

He pulls away from you and takes your hand, leading you backwards toward the bed. You feel your stomach churn with nerves, your insecurities threatening to spill out. You look to Jin, who is still holding your hand, and looking directly at you. Once at the side of the bed he pulls you into him, kissing you once more, it was his silent reassurance that you would be fine, that he was there for you. Smiling into the kiss, your shoulders relax, your body submits to your heart, and before you know it, your head is against the pillow, clothes long forgotten on both your persons.

His fingers find your clit with ease, his past experience with your body proving so useful in both your time of need. He rubs your clit with haste, causing sparks of fire and energy to build within your body. You can feel it circling your very soul, building and building the more he touches you, the faster he takes you. You want to tell him how good it feels, how much you love his touch, how much you have needed this, but all you release is a hearty moan, the sound vibrating through your body, to your core.

“I know baby.” He speaks, as if he is reading your mind. “ohh fuck, I know I know baby.” He watches you breathe harder and harder, your eyes closing by nature. The flame is so much higher now, your body is on fire, and god it truly does feel so good.

You’re almost there, the flames ready to burst inside of you. So close to the edge of eternal bliss, when he removes his fingers and moves from beside you. Your breath halts, your eyes open in protest, when you see him smirking down at you, while overlooking your entire form. Has he lost his mind?!

Still out of breath, you try and speak to him “What... the hell Jin?”

“You really thought you were gonna lose your virginity with my fingers? If that was the case we popped your cherry ages ago.” He laughs, moving his body to hover above you.

oh.

That’s right.

You were so in the moment you had forgot the actual intercourse part. Old habits die hard You thought to yourself.

You feel Jin rub the tip of his cock against your slick folds and you gasp, nerves and a quiver of arousal hitting you suddenly. You look down to watch, your curiosity and slight fear kicking in once again,

“It’s okay baby.” He speaks, using his left elbow as leverage to kiss your forehead. “Remember it is gong to hurt a little, then it will get better.”

You nodded pushing your head back into the pillow “Super glad I took the pill, makes this feel more organic.”

Jin chuckles, looking up at you right as he pushes a small part of himself into you. You clench a small pain pushing through you.

“Oh jesus baby dont...dont clench okay..please dont clench I will not survive this.” He speaks, you mutter a small apology and let him continue.

“How are you baby?” He asks pushing in, little by little.

“I’m...I’m okay it hurts but, I guess I was so wet its going in a bit smoother.”

“Glad to be of service.” He winks,pushing more of himself into you. With a little time and patience he finally bottomed out. The wait together was not awkward. He simply played with your hair, kissed parts of your face. It was when you laughed at his kisses could you feel him slide against you, making you both moan out.

“Ohh okay, okay I’m ready, i;m ready.” You moan out, to which he nods.

He starts off slow, his pace cautious and careful. His strokes are smooth but steady to ensure your safety, making your body shiver, but it was not enough, you needed more.

“Faster.” You breath. “Go....go faster.”

He complies, his strokes now faster in pace, and now a lot more calculated than before. You felt stretched, more open, more free. Your were somehow wetter then you were before, and now that you could truly feel him, you let yourself go, you need him to do the same.

“That....That feels so good baby. So so good, please...” you moan, your cries desperate.

You can feel his body stiffen once more, but this...this was different, he stroked hard, purposefully, hitting a spot inside of you that had you crying out to him, begging him to hit that spot again and again and again.

He complied, your bodies moved in sync, with each other. You met his thrusts, your tongues dance happily. Never did you have that thought that you would feel this close to someone, to be so full, so happy.

The fire was back, circling around in your stomach, ready to explode, its wants to be free so bad, you long to let it flow out of you. You know what this means, you have to tell him, you have to tell him how close you are. His pace is fast and dominating, calculated, and hard.

“Jin..” You breath out, your moans loud and needy and he thrusts into you mercilessly . “Oh fuck ...fuck Jin please-”

“I know baby I am too.” He calls out still, as if he knew your thoughts. His thrusts were now sloppy, much like your motions against him. He brings his right hand to your clit, fingers stroking back and forth against your bundle of nerves at an accelerated pace.

“Oh my god, oh my god.” You moan out, not able to hold back the fire now beginning to spill out of your very body. You call his name, your breathing harsh and unsteady. “Please, Baby I love you.”

“I love you So much Y/N, you did so well for me. That’s right baby let go, come for me, Cum just for me.” He gets out before letting go himself, his seed shooting inside of you in small spurts. He gasps loudly, your name slipping through his tongue multiple times.

It was pure euphoria, you could feel your body cool down, your body sinking into the mattress below you, shoulders slumped, body tired.

Jin holds himself above you long enough to soften,Then slowly takes himself out of you, to which you both groan.

He plops back first onto the bed, turning to you with a sheepish look.

“No.” You start, your breathing now at least partially back in order. “Don’t do that, it was perfect Jin.” You state, turning your body to face his. You lift your hand and place it on his cheek. “It was more than perfect and I love you. It was always meant to be you, that will never change.”

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Could you do something where Minimus sees his fem human s/o dressed up in a Halloween costume and she wants him to join in since the rest of the crew (thanks to Swerve and Rodimus) are all participating in a huge Halloween party, complete in costumes? Sorry if I did this wrong. Let me know if I went about doing this the wrong way if I did do it wrong.

Minimus Ambus / Ultra Magnus X Reader – Costumes

A/N – Man, this is done now so only like three or four to go? The others will hopefully be done tonight, but this week I’ve just started my depression meds and boy, they’re a real kick in the head. So anywho, powering through hopefully.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Loud pounding at the door. Why did it always have to be loud pounding? Why were you never awoken by a sweet chorus of angels, or a serenade of doves? Nope, whenever someone wanted something from you, which was often as the only human on the ship, it always began with an urgent wakeup-call.

“(Y/N)!” Rodimus hollered. “(Y/N), you’ve gotta get up.”

You groaned into your pillow, not bothering to even check the time; everything from your befuddled mind to the time-adjusting lights told you it was far too early for any sane person to be awake.

“(Y/N),” Rodimus crowed again. “Come on, get up.”

“Minimus,” You mumbled, reaching out for your partner, but missing. “Minimus, he’s your ‘sponsability before seven.”

Rodimus pounded on the door again and you looked around groggily, sighing when you realised Minimus had left you in the night again; occasionally, you wished he would spend the entire night with you, though that wasn’t likely to happen anytime soon.

Half-jumping, half-falling, you got off the berth, making your way to the door which Rodimus was still banging on. His voice was now joined by Swerve’s worried one, asking if this was the right time to be bothering you.

You opened the door, grunting unappreciatively. Swerve blushed at the sight of you in your night clothes, having never got over his infatuation with humans. It was fairly common knowledge that he had a huge crush on you, though he tried exceptionally hard not to show it, especially since you had started dating Minimus.

“Uh (Y/N),” Swerve breathed. “Nice to see you here- I mean, not here, you live here, so obviously we would see you, especially since we came looking for you. Did we wake you up? Sorry, I know we did. I tried to tell Rodimus that this was a bad idea. I said, ‘Rodimus, 1AM is too early,’ but he said-”

Rodimus clamped his servo over Swerve’s mouth, ending his babbling and patting the mini-bot’s head sympathetically. “Take it easy buddy, you’re going to blow a gasket like that. (Y/N), you silly bird that I can’t remember the name of.”

“Goose,” Swerve mumbled against Rodimus’ servo.

“Right, goose, that was it. Anyway, you didn’t tell me about Halloween now, did you?” He waited for the obvious no that was to be your reply. Instead you yawned and rubbed some sleep out of your eye, entirely devoid of the energy required to carry out a conversation.

Continuing his spiel as if you had spoken, Rodimus shook his head disappointedly, “No, you did not. I mean, you mentioned it in passing and I had to hear from Swerve here about those epic costumes.”

“Rodimus,” You glowered. “If you’ve come here to ask about a costume contest at ONE IN THE MORNING, I swear I will tear out your vocaliser and feed it to scraplets.

“Wow. That’s just rude considering I’m only trying to make you feel at home with YOUR holiday.”

“I’m going to choke you with your own neck cables.”

Swerve swallowed anxiously and you shot him a soothing smile, “Don’t worry Swerve, you’re safe for trying to stop this lunatic.”

Swerve muffled a polite ‘Thanks’.

Rodimus finally let him go to reach into one of his sub-spaces for a datapad. “Look, just sign this form from Ultra Magnus so we can host the contest. He said we have to get your permission so it’s not, ‘cultural misappropriation’ or whatever.”

You held out your hand bemusedly, any anger dissipating as a solution to get rid of the pair presented itself; you would sign your soul away if it meant getting more sleep. Rodimus handed the datapad over eagerly, his engines revving loudly, giving you a headache. You glared at the form on the datapad, then at Rodimus.

“Rodimus,” You sighed. “This is just a memo that says ‘I can do what I want.’”

Rodimus blinked in surprise, then spoke behind his servo to Swerve, “I thought you said that passed as an Earth contract.”

Swerve shook his helm, “No, I said that in this show, Parks and Recreation, there’s this guy Ron who- It’s pretty funny, he’s the guy that-”

“UGH!” Rodimus leaned back dramatically, “You mean I actually have to do my job and write a lame report? BORING!”

“Rodimus,” You scowled, clutching your aching head. “If you shut up and leave, I will personally write up and sign a consent form for you to take part in Halloween.”

Rodimus shot finger guns at you, “You’re aces kid, see ya.”

And just like that, he was gone, wheeling his way down the hall in his alt-mode. Swerve stood awkwardly on his own, fumbling with his servos, clearly unsure of the social etiquette of what to do next.

“Uhm,” He said almost shyly.

Taking pity on him, you managed a sympathetic smile, “Yes?”

“I- I really like couples costumes, so if you uh- if Magnus won’t wear one with you- I um- Maybe you and I could go together? I mean, not as a couple, but as partners, or something?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Really? That’s great. I’ll uh- I’ll catch you later.”

Swerve hastily transformed and drove away, finally leaving you to get the sleep you desperately needed.

You knocked on the door to Minimus’ office, knowing how much he valued his privacy. Never once since you had met him had you ever just walked into his office; it was one of the many things he loved about you.

“Come in,” He said, his voice deeper than usual which told you he was in the Magnus armour.

You smiled, entering the room, “I have a report for you.”

Ultra Magnus’ lips twitched at the corners and if it was anyone else, you would have wondered why they were frowning; as it was with Ultra Magnus, you practically melted because that was his equivalent of spinning you around in elation.

“You should save that for the berth,” You joked, handing him the datapad.

Shortly after he glanced at the report, he gaped opened-mouthed at you. You had used the ‘Book Antiqua’ font, which was the most seductive of all the fonts. Ultra Magnus could barely read it without getting giddy, his cooling fans switching on with a low buzz.

“I-” He cleared his vocaliser, sitting ram-rod straight in an attempt of maintaining some professionalism. “Thank you, I shall see to it that Rodimus is allowed to perform his Halloween preparations immediately.”

“So, you’ll sign it off?” You asked, needing Ultra Magnus’ signature as well as your own to carry out any event on the ship.

He nodded, scrolling to the bottom, hardly able to keep a straight face with that piquant font daring him to flirt with you. Later, he would have to respond in kind by giving you the kind of report you liked, with the enticing pictures attached between the terms and conditions. Signing it hastily, he put it aside so as to calm himself by not looking at it.

“Wow Magnus, you aren’t yourself whenever you see that font, you know.”

Magnus frowned at you, surprised by your words, “I do not understand.”

“Apparently, you get so flustered-”

Ultra Magnus blushed, waiting for some kind of invitation that he wasn’t prepared for.

“-That you didn’t read all of the terms and conditions.”

He gasped, picking up the datapad again, this time ignoring the ever so alluring font to read everything that was written. Finally, he reached the point you were referring to, whimpering a small, “No.”

“Yes,” You nodded.

“(Y/N), how could you?”

“I’m sorry Magnus, it had to be this way. You would have never agreed to it if I’d just asked, and well… it is a part of my planet’s culture and traditions.”

Ultra Magnus read and reread the stipulation again: Should this be signed by both (Y/N) (L/N) & Ultra Magnus / Minimus Ambus, then the pair shall be entered into the costume contest, in costumes of (Y/N)’s design.

Sighing once more, Ultra Magnus put the datapad down once again. He pinched the bridge of his nose, “Just tell me one thing (Y/N). Why?”

You thought of all the holidays and events you missed out on because of Ultra Magnus. Usually, you didn’t mind, knowing how uncomfortable they made him, but the recent memory of wanting him to spend the night with you was too fresh to ignore. You grinned, “Because, Halloween is the one time of year that I have to get at least one trick in, but don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll never fall for that ever again.”

Ultra Magnus scowled. You were right; he would never fall for such a trick again.

“Okay,” You said from your position in Ultra Magnus’ servo, admiring the Halloween paint job on the armour. You looked at the stage from behind the curtain that had been put up. Riptide was there, dressed as a Rodimus Star, and you had to give him points for creativity if nothing else.

You beamed jovially, “You ready?”

Ultra Magnus was frowning beneath the new face-plate, but he nodded anyway. You had to really admire his handy-work. When you made him agree to this, you didn’t think he would put his best effort in but he did, and now with you dressed in a pilot cap and jacket as Hogarth Hughes and him painted the silver Iron Giant, you were having the bests time of your life.

“I am totally ready,” Swerve practically sang from Ultra Magnus’ side, shaking on the spot with anticipation.

Ultra Magnus glanced distastefully down at Swerve, wondering again why he was there. As it was, you couldn’t stop thinking about Swerve’s desperate need to fit in, and though it wouldn’t help with his crush on you, you had decided to invite him to join you and Ultra Magnus in the contest. With you as Hogarth and Ultra Magnus as the giant, Swerve was left with three choices to complete the ensemble; he could either go as Kent ‘I work for the government’ Mansley, Dean McCoppin, or Annie Hughes, Hogarth’s mother.

In Swerve’s words, he didn’t want to be a villain, so Kent was out, nor did he just want to be spray painted black which removed Dean from the equation. That was how you ended up with Swerve in a pink 60’s diner outfit (that Ten had sewed) and a brown wig, which you presumed was also created by Ten.

Finally, it was Riptide’s turn to leave the stage and go to the back of the mess hall which had been repurposed into a party room, complete with bubbling cauldrons and smoking coffins; you were sure you had seen Chromedome and Rewind canoodling in one of those coffins, closing the door behind themselves shortly thereafter.

“Right,” Rodimus in his alt-mode as Lightning McQueen called; he was the sole judge since most everybody else wanted to be in or avoid the contest completely. “And next to try and top MY ACTUAL FACE ON RIPTIDE, we have (Y/N), Swerve and- WHAT! YOU’RE YANKING MY CHAIN. ULTRA MAGNUS.”

Ultra Magnus used the servo that wasn’t carrying you to cup his helm with a heavy sigh as Rodimus burst into a fit of hysterics. He wanted to ask you if he really had to do this, but even if you let him go, he would feel unlawfully guilty; breaking a contract was no small matter. Besides, he knew he never gave you enough time. You could be with somebody else who was what you needed, yet you chose him anyway, loving both Ultra Magnus and his smaller form, Minimus Ambus. Should you stumble on an unpleasant part of his past, you wouldn’t press him too hard to tell you, rather waiting for him to come to you with the stories of how the events of his life had unfolded. For your kindness, patience and unconditional love, Ultra Magnus knew he would suffer a thousand of these infernal contests.

As such, he stepped forward carrying you and closely followed by Swerve. Seeing your trio did not stop Rodimus’ laughter. Instead, he transformed to his bot mode so he could hold his side as he fell about laughing. “The Iron Giant,” he squeaked, almost tearing up. “It’s so cute, I thought- HA! I thought- it could’ve been like Law & Order- HA HA HA. OR JUDGE, JURY, EXECUTIONER WITH THE THREE OF YOU!”

He slapped his side and it was another twenty minutes till he stopped laughing and finally scored the three of you. Finally, by the last costume, Nautica as an incarnation of Doctor Who, the contest drew to an end. Although Rodimus was greatly amused by Ultra Magnus in a costume, your trio came second; evidently, Rodimus’ ego could not be defeated and Riptide the Rodimus Star won, earning an actual Rodimus Star for it.

“Alright,” You smiled after the awards. “You held up your end of the bargain, now you can be free if you want Magnus. I know you hate these social gatherings.”

Ultra Magnus swallowed anxiously. He did desperately want to get out of there and he was appreciative that you understood that, yet he couldn’t let it go unsaid that the contest hadn’t been completely horrible as he had first expected.

“(Y/N), my darling,” He said, whispering it so only you would hear, afraid of too much PDA.

“Darling?” You smiled. “My, what’s got into you? You haven’t got a fever?”

Ultra Magnus knew you were teasing, though he hoped it wasn’t a real criticism buried beneath. “I- Tonight was not- I um- Do you enjoy this tradition of dressing up?”

“I do. It’s the one night you can be someone else and it’s kind of just one night to be silly on Earth, I guess.”

“Then- We shall do this again next year.”

“What?”

Looking around to make sure nobody was watching, Ultra Magnus retracted his face plate and kissed your cheek, quickly sliding his face plated back afterwards. “I want you to feel cherished while you are with me, (Y/N). I love you and… You should not have to miss out on enjoyable moments for me. Let us do this again?”

Frankly gobsmacked, you simply nodded and Ultra Magnus pressed his helm against yours. You didn’t know it yet, but this would be the first night since you moved in with him that he would stay till you woke up; what had started out as a silly costume contest, had become a precious reminder for Ultra Magnus to get every precious moment he could with you.

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Mixed Match Challenge Part 2

Warning(s): Fluff, mentions of drugs, SMUT!

Note: This is my first time writing smut, so please be gentle.

Word count: 3,682k

Y/W/N: Your Wrestling Name

Alofa: Love

Tag list for this series: @balorollinszayn @calwitch

*** If you are under 18, please do not read this.****

After confessing your feelings to Roman, you guys decided to go out on a date since you both had the remaining week off. During the date, you guys got the chance to get to know each other better and immediately connected. Roman told you that he liked you and he wanted to get to know you more. He also told you that his kids meant the world to him and that he needed to know that you were okay with it.

“Y/N, I just want to know that you are okay with it. My kids are everything to me and the person that chooses to be by my side needs to know that. I know that you don’t have any and that maybe you don’t feel comfortable dating a man that already have children, but I j-“ before he had the chance to proceed with the mini-speech of his, you took his hand onto yours and looked at him with adoration in your eyes.

“Listen, I don’t care if you have kids or that you were married once. I want to be a part of your life. Hell! I want to meet them one day and tell them how amazing their father is.” You told him with a laughed and a quick wink.

“ Where had you’ve been all this time?” And with that said he learned to give you a quick peck on your lips.

After the first date, he took you to many other ones. To the park, to museums, to clubs, and even to your favorite restaurants. He treated you like a princess (and he still treats you like one). Later on, during a live event, he asked you to be his girlfriend. You couldn’t contain your excitement and jumped into his arms while placing multiples kisses all around his handsome face.

“Finally! I thought you never asked.”

All the WWE roster and even the fans know that you guys are dating, after that kiss you gave him after the Mixed Match Challenge, they knew that you guys were going to be an item after that. And they were not wrong.

The Raw roster was currently getting ready for their European tour but during the meantime, Stephanie and Hunter had given everybody a little break. All the wrestlers were busy making their luggage and saying goodbye to their loved ones since they knew they were gonna be gone for at least another 2 months. You were glad to have your boyfriend with you during the tour. He means the world to you and you to him.

You were currently packing and cleaning up your messy room since you barely have time to clean it. Who can judge you? You are always on the road and half the year you are either facing a new opponent or doing interviews.

“You know, I never thought that Y/W/N was such a messy person outside the ring.”

You didn’t notice when Roman approached you and wrapped his strong arms around your curvy waist. You were so consumed by your thoughts that you couldn’t acknowledge his presence, till now.

Leaning back, you felt his lips against your neck. He was such a lovable a passionate lover. The big dog knew your body better than you did, and that was a surprise. No, you guys haven’t slept together yet, but you guys had done other things other than kissing. You could say he knows what to do with that mouth of his.

“Hmmm, baby. Don’t start something that you can’t continue. You know we need to make sure we have everything we need for this upcoming trip. You know how much I hate procrastination.” You murmured to him while giving him a tender kiss. Gently, he grabbed your chin and proceed to raise your head for you to admire his brown eyes while he spoke.

“Don’t challenge me, sweetheart. Just because we haven’t slept together doesn’t mean I can’t make you see stars. I know your principles and you know mines. I won’t make you do anything that you don’t want. So honey, get your pretty little butt moving and finish packing and when you finish, I’ll guarantee you I’m giving you the best orgasm of your life and you can believe that.” With that said, he planted a fierce but loving kiss on your plump and red lips.

Mesmerized by the sudden gesture, you wrapped your left arm around his neck while pressing your lower back against his. Deepening the kiss, he took the opportunity to turn you around to have your face to face. Both of you were so into the moment that you guys didn’t realize that someone was in the room as well.

“Ugh really? Can’t you guys don’t do that here?” Grounded a masculine voice near the door of your room.

Putting your hands on Roman's chest, you gently pushed him away and disconnected your lips from his.

Clearing his throat, Roman looked at the individual that had entered the room without permission ready to argue.

“Listen, man, haven’t you heard of privacy? Or perhaps knocking?” Roman said while whipping his mouth with his thumb.

“Hey! You guys knew I was here. Next time I’m staying at the hotel.” And with that said, Seth turned around and headed out of the room not before closing the door.

Jesus! If Seth didn’t interrupt the two of you, you didn’t know if you were gonna stop yourself from jumping and riding him like a madwoman.

It is not that you were a virgin or anything, but you wanted to wait a little longer before you guys take that big step in the relationship. Before Roman, you were involved with another wrestler. He always was there for you, he supported you and encourage you to be better in everything you set your mind to. Everything was going amazing for the both of you, the WWE universe knew that you guys were together and you were the “IT” couple long before Maryse and The Miz were.

Sadly, after being involved with each other for so long, you discovered that he was cheating on you with one of the WWE interviewers. After the scandalous breakup, he decided to publish online some intimate photos that you had sent to him when you guys were dating. You were devasted in such a way that you almost turned to drugs. If it wasn’t for Seth and your brother, you didn’t know if you were able to go through it. After that, you swear to never send pics or be intimate with someone else after getting to know the person and had at least waited a year.

You talked to Roman about it and to your surprise, he took it well.

“Baby girl, I’m not going to pressure you to do something you don’t want to do. If you want to wait a year or even two, I would wait as long as you want. That doesn’t take the fact that I want to be with you. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to make love to you as soon as possible, but if you are not ready, then we won’t. I’ll wait as long as I have to because I like you.”

Roman was a true gentleman and you were lucky to have him in your life.

“Well, I think that is my clue to finish packing. Oh god, who I am lying to? I want you so bad it physically and mentally hurts.” You growled while giving him a sad smile. You were so desperate to be in his arms and give yourself to the man standing next to you.

Taking a couple of steps towards you, Roman tugged a curl behind your ear while kissing the top of your nose. Taking a deep breath, you wrapped your small arms around his waist while bitting your lower lip.

“Oh, baby girl you don’t have any idea how much I’m trying to control myself. Is impossible to not touch you whenever you are near. When I’m with you, I feel like a horny teenager again.” He spoke while laughing and kissing your shoulder.

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You were currently putting your wrestling gear and preparing yourself for your match against Becky Lynch. After your long-time rivalry with Sasha Banks, Stephanie decided to give you a shot to become the next WWE Raw Women Champion. You were so excited about the opportunity and it didn't matter that you were facing Seth’s Rollins girlfriend. Every single person who comes to the WWE has one goal in mind, and that is to become Champion.

“Baby girl, are you ready to kick some ass?” Shouted Roman while entering the private dressing room that you both shared.

After announcing that you guys were partners, Hunter decided to give you guys a separate and private dressing room. He told you that the majority of the couples had their own. Roman had a smirk the entire time Hunter was talking to the both of you.

Lacing your knee-length boots, you proceed to answer his previous question with a happy “hell yeah” and with a small giggle.

Seating down in the bench that was located next to you, he placed his left hand in your left butt-cheek without caring.

“I cannot wait to see you held that title in your hands. You deserve that title opportunity.” He whispered against your ear. Giving you a small slap in your behind. He took your hand in his and carefully gave you a long kiss on your lips.

Following his lead, you deepen the kiss while caressing his long and glamorous mane. Sliding one of your hands under his shirt, you proceeded to caress his chest. Taking the hint, he took his shirt off and trowed it behind his back.

“Hmm, you are so damn handsome” you whispered against his chest. You deposited some small pecks against his chest while looking at him with your big Y/E/C. He places his hand against your rebel curls and tugged gently.

“Y/N, alofa. I’m so hard right now.” He spoke while patting softly.

Giving him a small smirk, you sensually kneed in front of him. Slowly, you started to run your hands all over his enormous and manly thighs. You were obsessed with the man’s thighs. Just the thought of having your pussy against his thighs is enough to make you wet.

Looking at him through your long eyelashes, you noticed how excited Roman was getting. Unzipping his dark pants and pulling them down, you started to careless him through his Calvin Klein boxers.

“Hmm, Y/N. If you keep doing that I’m not going to last much longer. Baby please, do something.” Protested the big dog while desperately shoving his clothe member right in your face. Giggling, you decided that it was time to stop playing games and take action. After giving his member a small peck, which made Roman moaned, you release him from his underwear and started to massage him. Gently but with a firm grip, you started to pump his dick.

“Oh, g-god ba-by girl. Yes, just like t-that.” Whispered Roman while throwing his head back.

After making sure he was hard as a rock, you decided to take the next step and put your mouth to great use. Taking his tip in your mouth, you started to suck him softly. Moans were all you could hear all around the dressing room. Stroking and bobbling his member as fast as you could, you were determined to make him cum.

You were so turned on that you started to touch yourself. Pulling down your tight wrestling shorts, you slid your unoccupied hand under your panties. Teasing your clit with your middle finger, you started to moan against his dick.

You tried to take him all the way, but the man was so damn big that you had to wrap and pump your fingers on the parts that your mouth could not take.

“Oh shit, Y-y/N, I’m gonna........ FUCK” his head tilted back and his mouth agape when he released into your mouth. Small moans were coming out of your plump lips

Watching him come undo before you was enough to make you start moaning. Rapidly, you started to touch your clit and inserted two fingers in order to make yourself cum. You felt two big hands caressing your curly hair.

“Stop baby girl. I want to be the one to make you cum.” The strong man took your busy hand in his and slowly started to suck on your dripping fingers. After a couple of minutes of sucking and tasting your nectar, he releases your fingers with a loud and sensual “pop”.

A small “fuck, you taste so good.” came out of his mouth.

You couldn’t take it anymore and started to take off your top. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you position yourself to ride him as fast as you could. Tonight was the night that you would let yourself lose. You needed him and you were gonna take some action.

“Wait, baby. Are you sure you want our first time to be like this? Don’t you want to wait for a little more ?” Asked Roman while pulling you gently away from him to look at you in the eyes.

You could see that he was nervous but at the same time, he was filled with lust. You couldn’t judge him, he was a man after all.

“I’ve never been so sure in my life. I want you and I want you right now. Make me cry, daddy.” That was the key that helped you release the big dog. Taking you in his huge arms, he turned you over and made you stand in front of him with your back towards him. He positions you in a way that had you stretch for him. Both of your hands were against the lookers, one of your legs was on top of the bench, and your ass was press against his lower abdomen.

You felt his hand caressing your lower back with such love and determination to make you feel good.

You turned your head around to see what was taking him so long. You were desperate to be close to him. You were going to protests but before you could even say anything, he pulled your shorts down and without any words he slowly but gently stated to enter you.

“Ooh.... y-yes. Just like that baby.” You moaned while making eye contact with Roman. You had never felt this kind of pleasure before. Yes, you had sex with your previous partner, but it was nothing compared to this.

With each passing minute, he started to pick up his speed and before you know it he was making you see stars.

“Yes... omg yes. Ugh.....pull my hair, Ro. Use me, destroy me.” You shouted while wrapping your hands on his neck.

Instead of getting a reply back, he took your chin in his hand and gave you a desperate but passionate kiss. It took you a minute to identify the sudden pressure in your lower abdomen. You were about to cum any minute now. Pulling away from the kiss, you looked at him in the eyes before telling him that you were about to come.

“Ugh, n-not yet. I-I want to cum with you. T-together. Let’s cum together Y/N.”

“I’m coming.... fuck I’m coming so hard.” You told him while touching and giving your breast the attention they craved.

“Oh fuck, yes. Touch yourself, baby. Ugh, I’m coming soon.” And with that said, you both orgasm together.

“Oh FUCK! ROOOO.”

You only heard him let out a loud groan before pulling out of you and before you could register what was happening, you felt his cum in your ass cheeks.

“Jesus, your low key makes me feel like I’m in my twenties again. What did you do to me woman?”

Letting out a tired laugh, you gave him one last kiss before giving him a loving hug.

“I love you so much, Roman.”

“I love you too sweetheart. You don’t know how much I love you.”

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“Weighting Y/W pounds, accompanied by Roman Reigns, from Y/C. Y/W/N!”

The cameraman gave you the signal for you to get out to the main arena.

Roman was holding your hand while waving to the crowd. You couldn't have asked for more support than the one you were receiving at that moment. Your fans we're going insane plus your boyfriend was being so supportive.

Once settling in the ring, you waited for your opponent with your favorite Samoan next to you.

”Relax baby girl, you are gonna be just fine. Take a deep breath.” whispered Roman while caressing your delicate face.

Whoa

Hey!Hey!hey

”And her opponent, from Dublin, Ireland. Accompany by the Architect, she is the Raw Women's Champion, The Man”

With great determination, Becky walks down towards the ring with a serious look on her face. If looks could kill you'll be dead already by the look she gave you once in the ring.

Seth and Roman were both looking intensely at each other while supporting their girlfriends which were about to face each other for the Championship.

Becky took several steps toward you and held her Women's Championship high in the air. Your noses we're touching and if it wasn't for Roman that gave you a quick tug you probably would have started the fight right away.

”This fight is for the Raw Women's Championship. The challenger, from Y/H/T, Y/N!” shouted Jojo with a big smile on her face.

You turned around and gave the crowd a big wink while doing your signature pose in which Becky rolled her eyes.

”The defender, she is the Raw Women's Champion, Becky Lynch.” with that said she gave you a challenging look and made her way to the robes in which she raised the championship hire.

”I’m your damn Champion!” she shouted to the loud crowd.

Once she made her way to her corner, Roman gave you a quick peck on the lips and made his way down to the ring not before giving Seth a ”you better not get involved” look.

Once the bell ring, Becky took you from your curls and gave you a hard punch in your abdomen. It took you a minute to recover from it, but once you were capable of acknowledging your surroundings, you pushed yourself up.

The woman was laughing at you while looking at you with pity in his malicious eyes.

“AWWWWW, look at her. She thinks she the best of the best because she dating “The Big Dog”. She shouted at you while approaching you.

She thought that she had the upper hand, but before she could throw another punch at you, you decided to do something crazy that could help you win for sure. You wanted to finish as soon as possible and take the Raw Women’s Champion home with you.

Taking her by surprise, you performed one of her moves, “the Exploder Suplex” and later on you played dirty and performed her signature move “ Dis-arm-her”.

The crowded was going insane and Seth tried to distract the referee by climbing over the ropes, but Roman took him by his shirt and performed a DDT to him.

“Come on BECKY!!!! Tappppp. Your streak is over. I’m the next champion.” You screamed at him with great fury.

“AGH!!!” she protested but the pain was too much and even someone like The Man could not handle it.

Without any words, she gave you the nastiest glance and proceed to rapidly tap.

With that said, the announcer announced the victory while the referee took you by the shoulders in order to separate you from the Irish woman.

“The winner of this match and the NEW RAW WOMEN’S Championship, Y/W/N!”

Giving you the title, the referee abandoned the ring while Roman climbed over the ring.

“I’m so proud of you baby!” He told you while wrapping his arms around you.

You couldn’t be so proud of your accomplishment.

“How do you feel right now?” Asked Jojo while resting her left arm on your shoulders. She was one of your closes friends in the company. You could see how proud she was of you for winning the Raw Women’s Championship.

Trying to stop your patting, you looked up from the title to her.

“Well Jo, you know how hard I’ve been working to have this opportunity. Since I was a little girl I always had a vision of not only becoming champion but also inspire people to achieve their dreams. So I’m standing right here and I’m looking at every single one of this amazing crowd here tonight and I’m filled with so much happiness right now. This year had been filled with so many blessings and positive things that had changed my life for the better. I started dating this amazing and handsome as hell man standing next to me. And now, I’m the new Raw Women’s Champion. What else can I wish for?” When you said that, the crowd started to cheer.

Roman wrapped his arms around you while giving you a delicate kiss in your head.

“Y/W/N, I gotta say, I’ve never seen you this happy before. I’m so happy that you had found the right person for you. Before letting you go celebrate tonight’s victory with your boo, I had to say that you’ve had inspired so many people through your journey here in the WWE. As a friend and as a woman myself, from behalf of all of the women here present, I’m thanking you for demonstrating how far women had come in the wrestling business. We love you and I couldn’t have been more proud of you love.”

All around you all you could hear from the crowd was a chorus of “You deserve it!” And “Who's the Man now?”

“That’s right! My baby girl is the NEW Women’s Champion and I couldn't be so proud.” With that said, he wrapped his strong arms around you and gave you an intense kiss.

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WOOOOWWWW!!! That was intense as hell!! I gotta said it took me a while to finish this because I’ve been having some writer’s block. Anyway, like I always said, I apologize for any grammar errors and I hope you guys liked the final part of this short-short story. Also, my ask is always open and ready to write some new imagines.

*This story is mine, I don’t give permission to post it on another social media. I spend a lot of time on it.

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