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Kinktober Day 17: Threesome- Harley Quinn and Clark Kent
A/N: I’m just gonna keep on posting Kinktober until I finish all of them, I don’t care how long past October it is 😂😂
Summary: You and your girlfriend Harley go out for a night of looking for fun
Word count: 1, 528
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“You look so hot, baby.” Harley flirts, coming up behind you as you apply your lipstick in the bathroom mirror.
Smirking at your girlfriend you turn around in her arms.
“Not lookin too bad yourself, gorgeous.” You flirt back as you gently kiss her lips.
“We should get going. Might take us a while to find the right one.” You smirk at her, biting your lip and grabbing her ass as you walk out the bathroom.
“Yeh it might. Yah know if we were back in Gotham would could have just gone to one of Wayne’s many soirées and snatched up him.”
You rolled your eyes and smiled back at your girlfriend, knowing Harley had quite the thing for the billionaire.
“Yes, I know, darling, but we’re in Metropolis now. Maybe we’ll visit Gotham and give Wayne a go another time, honey.” You tell her, kissing her lips once more before you both left your shared apartment.
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This was the second club you and Harley had been to tonight and still no one suited for the evening you both had planned.
“Hey. What about him?” The blonde spoke loudly in your ear as you danced with one another.
Turning your head to see who she was talking about you saw non other than Clark Kent. You’d told Harley about him before and how you thought he was hot but she’d just never seen him.
“Baby, that’s Clark, the guy from work.” You speak into her ear, grabbing onto her ass.
“Oooohhh. You were right when you said he was cute!”
“Usually he’s in awkward work clothes but damn, he looks extra fine tonight!”
“Come on then, let’s go!” Harley excitedly grabs you by the hand, dragging you off the dance floor.
“Harley I work with him, I don’t know.” You holt her movements, worry evident in your face.
Harley turned to you and her face became soft as she held your cheeks.
“Baby we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I just know we both find him very attractive and you’ve had a little crush for a little while. I’ll be there with you so it’s not like it’s something you’re doing just the two of you.” She told you reassuringly.
“Okay, you’re right, baby. Alright, let’s do it.” You tell her, pumping yourself up as you made your way over to the handsome man at the end of the bar.
Making eye contact with you as he looked around, a smile began to grow on his face. As you and Harley approached, he began to stand.
“Hi, Y/N. I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” Clark spoke as you both stood before him, charming smile gracing his face.
“Yeh, my girlfriend Harley and I thought it’d be nice to get dolled up and have a dance. Maybe find some cute guy or something.” You casually spoke as you began to run your hands up his chest, Harleys hands now on his bicep.
“Wow, Clark, you’re really strong.” Harley complimented the now flustered man.
“Oh- th-thank you.” Clark awkwardly blurted out.
“Wha-what do you mean find a cute guy? Yo-you two? Uummm.” Clark’s brain didn’t seem to be able to function at this new revelation.
You knew Clark had a bit of a thing for you. You’d caught him staring every now and then and found he stutter a lot more talking to you than any other woman.
“Oh come on, Clark. Don’t you want to show us girls a good time?” You cheekily grin up at him.
Reaching up you place a gentle kiss to his neck, pushing yourself further onto his chest as you lean into his ear.
“I see the way you look at me, Clark, especially when I bend over. You can bend me over if you like, show Harley and I just how strong you really are.” You flirted, hand now clutching his other bicep as his breath seemed to become more laboured.
Seeing that Clark probably needed more action than just words, Harley reached up and kissed him passionately. Clark froze at first, but it didn’t take him long before he was happily kissing back.
His strong arm found its way around your waist, squeezing your hip. Breaking the kiss with Harley, he leans down and begins to kiss you. Clark didn’t bother with starting slow, his tongue straight away making its way into your mouth.
His other arm was now wrapped around Harley as she began to kiss and bite at his neck. After Harley whispered something into Clark’s ear that was too soft for you to hear, he was dragging you both out of the club and into the street.
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Stumbling through your apartment, you are all reduced to a pack of fondling arms and heated kisses.
“Mmmh a-aah, be-bedroom.” You managed to get out, between Clark biting at your neck and Harley beginning to take your clothes off.
Harley is quick to grab your hand, giggling as she leads you and Clark to the bedroom. Harleys dress is thrown at you and Clark as she lays on the bed and begins to play with herself.
Not being able to resist your gorgeous girlfriend, you quickly strip yourself of your own dress and begin to crawl up the bed to her wet pussy. As you lick a strip up the gorgeous blondes dripping pussy, you make sure to push your ass out a little, hoping Clark gets the message.
“Come on, Clark, I think y/n wants you to take care of her.” Harley pants out, winking at Clark as you continue to eat her out like a woman starved.
Realising that Clark might need a little guidance, you retract from your girlfriend and take Clark’s face in your hands, kissing him passionately. You begin to unbuckle his belt as he starts to take off his own jacket and shirt. Harley was obviously loving the scene as you hear her moans increasing again and the sounds of her wet pussy.
“Come on, Clark, baby, show me how strong you are. Fuck me like I know you’ve always wanted to.” You teasingly whisper into his ear as you slowly begin rubbing his cock.
Making your way over to the dresser, you throw a condom at Clark and return your attention to the beautiful woman laid on your bed. As her gorgeous sounding moans and gasps return, you feel Clark taking your hips into his warm hands. You can’t help but moan at even that simple touch, the vibrations pulling a particularly high pitched moan from Harley.
“Are you ready.” He whispers hotly in your ear, lining himself up with your entrance.
“Please fuck me, Clark.” You whine desperately, as one of his hands leaves your hips and begins to rub your clit.
Over your shoulder, Clark and Harley smirk at each other as he begins to push inside you. You can’t hold your moans back as he stretches you out so perfectly.
Pushing your hips back, your face finds its place once again between Harley’s legs. Bringing your lips to her clit, you breathlessly begin to suck on it as Clark’s speed picks up.
With one hand by her hip for balance, you smirk up at Harley, a moan escaping your lips as Clark hits that perfect spot inside you. Finding your balance, you easily slide two fingers into Harleys dripping pussy, quickly finding that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back.
As Clark’s speed increases on you, so does yours on Harley. With her moans getting louder you know she’s close. You’re not far behind her as you can feel that sweet coil inside you begin to tighten.
Pushing your hips back again you bring your head back down to her clit. Sucking and licking as your fingers thrust in and out of her, both yours and Clark’s speeds increasing.
The small bedroom is filled with moans, grunts and absolutely sinful sounds of skin slapping skin. Harley is the first to cum with a loud scream as she grabs onto your hair, thrusting her hips into your face as rides out her orgasm.
You follow just behind her as Clark finds your clit and behinds to gently rub it. The pleasure becoming too much as the coil snaps and you also cum with a scream, muffled by Harley’s kiss as she pulls you up by your hair.
Now trapped between Harley and Clark’s warm bodies. She’s on her knees holding your face and rubbing your clit, overstimulating your pleasure deliciously. Clark has one strong hand wrapped around your hips, while the other holds onto your breast.
“Come on, baby, you gonna cum again? Squeeze Clark’s cock and make him cum?” Harley sweetly encourages you as her speed on your clit increases.
Your overstimulated body can’t take much more as your second orgasm washes over you. Your pussy clenches around Clark’s cock deliciously, as he also cums with a loud grunt and a powerful grip on your hips, thrusting into you roughly a few more times.
All three of you collapse onto the bed in a heap together, panting and kissing one another.
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ensnapemysenses · 2 years
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Your New Man (Snape x Reader x Lucius)
Inspiration: New Man - Ed Sheeran
Rating: Teen
Genre: Angst with a good ending
Warnings: Cheating, explicit language, suggestive content, love triangle
Word Count: 2,165
Synopsis: You are dating Lucius, but you can't seem to get over your ex, Severus Snape. What will you do when he shows up at Malfoy manor for your party to celebrate your anniversary with Lucius?
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“Lucius,” you giggle playfully trying to push him off of you as he teases your neck with gentle kisses, “we got to get ready! We don’t have time for this right now!” 
“It’s a party in my own manor to celebrate our anniversary. We don’t have far to go,” Lucius says with a devilish smile, his elegant fingers tugging on the hem of the new expensive clothing he bought you for this occasion. 
Leaning into his touch and considering surrendering to him, you are interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. The first guests must be arriving. Groaning you both smooth down your hair and clothing and head down the marble spiraling staircase to greet the guests at the door.
As the door swings open, there stands a tall, lean, dark-clothed man with shoulder-length onyx hair and equally dark eyes; none other than Severus Snape, your ex. 
“Ah, good evening Severus! So kind of you to join us tonight, my old friend!” Lucius sneers, the tension between them rising, and the humidity in the air seems to grow with it almost as if a thunderstorm is on the horizon.
“Severus,” you breathe trying to calm down the tension, “It’s nice to see you. Just right this way, please. Lucius, why don’t you stay here and wait for the other guests, I can show Severus to the ballroom.
“If you wish to accompany that scoundrel I will not stop you,” Lucius says, “If you need me I’ll be here.” Lucius kisses you jealously, running his hands through your hair and biting your lip as if to mark you as his as you pull back.
Rolling your eyes as you fix your hair yet again, you grab onto Severus’ arm and usher him into a spare bedroom, glancing over your shoulder as you shut the door behind you. Severus doesn’t put up a fight or show any acknowledgment of resistance despite his next words.
“What are you doing, (Y/N)? This doesn’t seem to be the ballroom. What game are you playing?” Snape snarls, his eyebrow raised. 
“I need you, Sev. I miss you,” you whimper.
“You have Lucius now, you chose him over me, (Y/N),” Snape taunts, curling his lip in disgust as he slams you against the bedroom door, holding you there with his arms beside your head, his nose inches from yours, his dark eyes piercing into your soul. “You are going to let me out of this room right now and you are going to leave me alone. I’m tired of your shit, (Y/N)!”
“Then why did you come, Sev? I know you and Lucius haven’t gotten along for a while now. What was your motive for coming here?” you ask with a slight smile knowing that you’ve got him cornered now.
“That -- is none of your concern! Let me out this instant!”
“I’m not the one holding you here,” you shrug, smiling and teasing him by running your hands down his side where they rest on his waist, “that seems to be what you are doing to me right now.”
“You fucking brat --”
You don’t get to hear the rest of Snape’s thoughts as you kiss him. Half expecting him to pull away from you, you are surprised to find he doesn’t and instead kisses you back as if he is dying of thirst and you are the only thing keeping him from the brink of death, the drink of life filling him up. Before you know it he is entangling his hands in your hair, breathing deeply, and lightly moaning into your mouth.
Snape manages to mumble a muffling charm and gets down to work, letting his lust, all his longing for you, take over. His hands run over every inch of your body savoring every touch as you both hastily strip and enjoy a quick moment of ecstasy together before tidying up and reentering the party separately and praying that Lucius hasn’t noticed either of your absences.
Spending the rest of the night on Lucius’s arm, you play the part of his perfect little partner, taking every moment to tease him and get him all riled up. As soon as the last party guest has exited the manor, Lucius rails you down, and it’s great but you still can’t seem to get Severus out of your mind.
And thus, your meetings and the sneaking around with Severus begin. You enjoy Lucius, his money, his extravagant gifts, and his love for you, but there is something so captivating about Severus that draws you in and keeps you trapped there. With Lucius you feel like you must put up a front, a fake persona, to go hand in hand with his elegant aura, but you know deep down that’s not who you are, and yet you do still love him, indeed you do. It’s just a different love than what you had for Severus.
You do your best to push those feelings for your ex aside, but still, they linger like the smell of freshly baked cookies or a candle you left lit for just a little too long. His scent permeates your very being and it doesn’t fade away. 
Tonight like many other nights before you send an owl asking for Severus to join you at your place. Lucius, being predisposed to a business trip, is out of town. Your owl shortly returns with a letter that elegantly states, ‘Why don’t you call up your new man? Leave me alone and kindly fuck off. - S.S.’ Chuckling to yourself knowing he is just playing hard to get, you decide to take matters into your own hands and apparate to his home. 
Knocking rapidly on his door you greet him with a smile and push past him and take a seat on the couch. He doesn’t try to stop you from entering his home though he doesn’t join you and instead awkwardly stands there with his hands behind his back staring at you.
“I keep telling you to leave me alone, (Y/N),” he whispers, his eyes dropping to the floor, “I can’t keep doing this.”
“Sev, Lucius doesn’t have to know -” you start, only for him to interrupt you.
“I don’t want to know about your new man,” Snape sneers, his eyes menacing, his breath heavy with rage, and his fists clenched, “cause if it was meant to be, you wouldn't keep calling me up trying to -- fuck! I’m positive he doesn’t want to know about me!” 
“It’s not that deep, Sev.”
“Oh, so you just want a fuck buddy on the side? That’s not who I am and you know it! Does he even make you happy, (Y/N)?”
“Yes, I’m happy!”
“Then, why do you continue to play with my heart like this?” Snape says, clutching his hands to his chest, trying to hold back his tears but failing. “You didn’t answer my question, (Y/N). DOES HE MAKE YOU HAPPY OR DOES HIS MONEY, HIS GIFTS, HIS STATUS, MAKE YOU HAPPY?” he shrieks, “Those are all the things I couldn’t give you!” he adds in a low voice, before turning his back to you while nervously running his shaking hands through his hair trying to calm down. 
Shocked, your eyes widen, your heart rate quickens, and your hands get clammy. You start stuttering incoherent nonsense as you try to put your thoughts into words but you are interrupted by Snape.
“I should have known,” he tuts, as he turns around to look at you, you swear you can see a glint of red in his eyes. “I saw the signs all along. Get out of my house, unless — you are ready to admit you don’t love him. You. Still. Love. Me.” he says, gritting his teeth as he enunciates those last four words. 
Four words. Those four words hit you like a ton of bricks as you recognize the undeniable truth in them, the truth you’ve been running from for the past several months since Severus turned up at the party. 
You thought you loved Lucius but it’s clear to you now that you don’t. Maybe you did love him at some point, but now you see the sincerity of Severus’ words, the care, the concern for your well-being. You are in love with the attention he gives you and it doesn’t compare to the love between you and Severus. 
“You’re right, Sev. I still love you.”
“Then why are you still - with him?
You don’t have an answer for him so you sit and stare at him with a blank expression. You can see the anger bubbling underneath the surface of his skin like a blister from too much sun exposure, it’s just waiting to burst. 
“No answer, I see. Well, well run along to your little sugar daddy, you whore. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
Not needing to be told twice you apparate back to your home where you plan to collapse into your bed and curl up underneath your blanket for security and comfort while you begin to devise your plan to break up with Lucius and pray to all the gods that Severus takes you back. 
Except, as you arrive back home, none other than Lucius himself is waiting on you, his arms folded, his eyes narrowed, a look of pure envy and rage enveloped into one upon his face.
“Where were you? I came here to surprise you tonight and You. Were. Gone.”
“Do I really need to tell you my every move, Lucius?”
“Yes,” he states plainly, baring his teeth a bit.
“Hold up,” you say, your hands held out in front of you as if stopping him from advancing closer, “I, a grown-ass adult, must tell you all of my plans?” 
“Being as you are mine - yes,” he pauses before adding, “I know you were with Severus, (Y/N).
“Am I just some property piece to you? Something to be won and shown around as a prize?” you sneer back at him.
“Precisely, yes. But, you know all too well how much I care for, value, even spoil my property,” he says, his lip curled, while running a hand through your hair. “You’re mine, little pet, not his.”
Too stunned to speak, he takes your silence as an invitation to grab a fist full of your hair, pull your head back, and forcefully kiss you. The kiss isn’t his usual, full of love and care, no, this is one of ownership. He's trying to mark you as his and his alone for eternity.
It’s clear what he wants, he wants to own you, to control you, but - what do you want?
You know the answer, it’s the same one you told Severus. You want him, not Lucius.
With a sudden burst of adrenaline, you pull back from Lucius’s advances and push him off of you. “Get! Out! We - this - is over!”
“You’ll regret this! I don’t enjoy my playthings being taken from me!” Lucius sneers before apparating away.
Hyperventilating and crying, you collapse into a ball on the floor. Shortly after, you hear a hesitant knock on your front door which you ignore until you feel strong warm hands rubbing your shoulders gently - lovingly.
Looking up, you see the face of Severus Snape through your tears. As you sit up, he takes you into his arms and rocks you slowly back and forth, comforting you through your panic attack and you nuzzle down into his chest. You feel safe, warm, and cherished.
“It’s okay, I’m here,” Snape whispers as your panic attack begins to fade, his arms still wrapped protectively around you.
“Why did you come?” you manage to say through your sniffling.
“Lucius sent me a rather nasty letter warning me to stay away from you. It arrived shortly after you left. I deduced that he knew about our meetings and that he was on his way to your place to confront you. I just knew I needed to come; I had a gut feeling it was going to be bad.”
“Thank you for being here,” you say, pausing to consider what to say next, “Sorry you had to see me like this,” you add.
“There is no need to apologize,” he says, kissing you lightly on your forehead. “I assume you ended things between you two?”
“That I did,” you chuckle, attempting to wiggle your way out of his grasp.
“Does this mean you are all mine now?” he whispers in your ear, not letting up his grasp on your body.
“I suppose so,” you respond, “If you’ll have me back, that is.”
“Always,” he drawls. ”Now, let me show you that you are mine, totally and completely. Though I think it’s obvious you never belonged to him,” he teases.
Standing to lift you up off the floor, he throws you over his shoulder and carries you to your bedroom as you giggle uncontrollably and he smiles along.
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snailsos · 1 year
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Oh no, I hope you feel better soon! Eat congee? /hj Maybe your body just wants you to take a break?
Yeah, it’s been ok! Thanks for the well-wishes. I think I’ve doubled the amount of people I know 😵‍💫 Talking to new people is like… you’ve gotta tone down the weirdness for a bit LOL.
The author says they’re ENFJ but… Rich person overthrowing the oppressive system from the inside, kind to traumatized ally, gets flustered when shown affection in private, sh*t-starter? also threatening the game’s version of Paul LOL
Ferrado: I’m so glad you’re alright. It was all very exciting, wasn't it?Tell me, (Name), if you had to do it all over again, what would you have wished was different?
(Guard Captain): I can tell you're blatantly seeking advice from (Name) on how to stage a successful riot.
and “It's challenging and progressive and involves a veneer of pleasantry that no one else seems to see through. A 'lovely evening' through manipulation and puppetry.” (At a party where Ferrado trolls nobles into facing their unethical actions)
and “Ferrado gives the both of you a short bow and sweeps out; you know that they must have practiced that move to ensure maximum billowing of their golden robes. They even close the door behind them.”
Every time someone writes a fic where Kimcom takes a nap I gain 1 year on my life. Also yes exactly!! He just did a revolving door when Suyeon said she liked nice guys! It feels very fake… Junho though, the guy who made several friends approve just by the description of him xD. He and Youngwoo are both learning and it’s great! Thanks for the song rec! Sounds like something you’d duet for a school taleng show or something, but those high notes and the choir!! HAHAHA Speaking of autism rep, how about Everything’s Alright from To The Moon’s OST? hope your body recovers soon! Stay safe n’ sane!!
HELLO!! I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME 374920 YEARS TO REPLY TO AFHIDFHLAS BUT I HOPE THAT YOU ARE DOING WELL AND THAT LIFE HAS BEEN TREATING YOU WELL ALSO!
Omg fun fact... I hate congee HAHAHAH I feel like everyone around me loves congee so much they're always completely bamboozled when I reveal that I don't like it HAHAH (I'm a fan of rice in soup, but I just dislike congee for some reason) And yes, I think my body was just shutting down from having worked for so long... I haven't slept so much in so long (and I usually have a really hard time falling asleep during the day !)
Omg I GET THAT ABOUT MEETING NEW PEOPLE HAHA My friend and I were talking about first impressions the other day and she said that she didn't expect me to be this weird/chaotic because I seemed quiet and cold at first glance HAHA It's so nice when you get to know someone long enough that they're comfortable enough with letting their weird side show through I think!! I HOPE YOU MET SOME COOL NEW PEOPLE!
YO THAT'S... LITERALLY JUST AU KIM DOKJA... We love a character who's ready to overthrow an oppressive system!! And the way he speaks definitely gives me sparkly vibes HAHA He seems so charming omgomg
RIGHT!! Like cmon man, if you're just a nice guy now because the girl you want to get with said she likes nice guys, sooner or later that act's gotta drop cause it isn't You! You gotta want to change yourself for any change in behavior to stick!! I hope Suyeon meets a genuinely good guy in season 2 :'))
And right!!! Those high notes are CRISPPPPPP! And ooooooh! I've never heard of this song before, but I am absolutely IN LOVE WITH IT! It's so calming and gentle!!
Thank you!! You stay safe and sane as well <3
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mfk-archived · 3 years
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uhhngh h I'm too tired to say something dumb trois is just. wow. Ok bye 🚶🏾‍♀️💨
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mass-percussion · 2 years
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Stevie Wants to Fight
summary: your charming boyfriend, Steve Rogers, constantly cheats on you. you decide to return the favor and sleep with his best friend, Bucky Barnes. what happens when Steve finds out?
warnings: infidelity, light physical domestic abuse and verbal abuse between reader and Steve, two consenting adults get undressed,
word count: 1,745
chapter one | chapter two
a/n: so this is loosely based off the song "Johnny Wants to Fight" by Badflower. it's a banger, so go give it a listen while reading :)
You sat at the bar, sipping on your third Manhattan of the night. You could hear your boyfriend's loud laugh from behind you along with a choir of giggles from the girls who surrounded him. You could not help but roll your eyes as you finished your drink and quickly asked the handsome bartender for another.
"Hey doll," A deep voice rumbles, taking the barstool next to you.
"Hey," You said softly, acknowledging the man's presence while forcing a smile. Bucky Barnes. Your boyfriend's best friend. You liked Bucky. He was always nice to you, and he would help you with any problem you had-- even problems with Steve. You occasionally found yourself wishing he was your boyfriend. He was gentle with his girls unlike Stevie. He loved on them both in private and in public. However, he coined himself as a 'free spirit,' unable to stay committed for too long.
"I see Stevie is... preoccupied." He said while giving a nasty look to his buddy. Your eyes followed his, and you were met with the sight of your boyfriend drowning in women. He was sat in a booth with both his arms wrapped around two blonde girls in short pink dresses. Another girl, this one dressed in a skimpy black dress, was settled in his lap.
"How can you stand him, doll? He always has his hands on other women." Bucky growled after finishing several shots of vodka. You shrugged your shoulders, picking a cherry out from your drink with your fingers.
You wanted to leave him. There are some days when you hate him with all your being. All the two of you do is scream and cuss at one another. However, there are good days when he is sweet and caring. Your relationship had been fine the past two weeks. He made you dinner and bought you presents, all the things little girls imagine about their prince charming. He even apologized for cheating on you and vowed to never lust for another woman.
Unfortunately, his vow of love to you did not last long. His demeanor changed as the two of you traveled to the Stark Gala earlier tonight. He cursed your name in the car on the way to the Avengers Tower. He called you a whore because he believed your dress showed too much cleavage. However, he had called you gorgeous when you were getting ready in your shared bedroom less than two hours prior. With one hand on the wheel, the other came towards your throat and pulled the pearl necklace he had bought you off your neck. Stunned, you watched the necklace break and the pearls scatter about in the car.
Steve held onto your waist tightly as the two of you walked inside the Avengers Tower and greeted Tony. As soon as you two were out of Tony's and the paparazzi's line of sight, Steve told you to not talk to him for the rest of the gala. He commanded that you would stay at the bar until he was ready to leave. The free alcohol helped numb your emotions, but it also might be the cause of the sudden heat between your thighs and craving for physical touch from Bucky.
"C'mon," Bucky whispered softly into your ear, snapping you back to reality. "Let me show you how a real man takes care of a woman." He stood from the barstool and extended his hand out to you. You hesitated, taking a moment to glance at Steve. A new girl was present in his lap, and you could see the previous one on her knees in between Steve's legs. With a bitter taste in your mouth, you gracefully jumped off the stool and held tightly onto Bucky's metal hand as he escorted you to the elevators.
Butterflies swarmed your stomach as you clung desperately onto Bucky's arm while walking towards his bedroom door. You always found him attractive and his personality charming, but you never thought he might feel the same way about you. Especially since his best friend, Steve, has claimed you as "Stevie's property" for the last year and a half. Some of Steve's friends do not even have the balls to look at you, because they are too afraid what Steve may do to them. But Bucky... Bucky was different.
Bucky swiped his keycard to his bedroom in the Avengers Tower, and he pushed the metal door open. He held the door open for you, kindly gesturing you inside. You forgot how big these rooms felt on the inside because it had been a year since you helped Steve move out of his room. These rooms were more like studio apartments.
Bucky's room looked almost the exact same as you last saw it. His bed was pushed towards the back, right next to the giant windows that had a perfect view of New York City. His living room still had the dark leather couch with the gorgeous vintage record player sitting on top of the entertainment center. However, now there was also a small television that sat next to his record player. His room was very clean. His bed was perfectly made and there was not a dirty dish in sight. The walls were still bare other than a mirror with its reflective glass covered by old newspapers. The room had a slight aroma to it, a blissful mix of oranges and whiskey. Swiftly, Bucky closed the door behind you and eagerly locked the door's deadbolt.
"I have been dreaming about this," He started sprinkling kisses down your neck while gently wrapping his strong arms around your waist. "Ever since I first met you."
You hummed and allowed yourself to enjoy the moment. He was clean shaven, but you could feel the start of his stubble growing back, lightly scratching your skin. He smelled better than his room, a wonderful blend of the alcohol he was drinking downstairs and pinewood.
"Let me," You said while breaking from his light grasp, quickly turning around to face him. You started untying his black tie, and he shrugged off the jacket whilst you worked. You threw the tie onto the ground where his jacket laid and quickly began unbuttoning the small buttons on his white dress shirt. It was not too long before you started on his black leather belt when he stopped you dead in your tracks.
"Wait a second, baby." He motioned for you to turn around. "You're overdressed." You softly giggled as you turned around and moved your hair out of the way. His long, nimble fingers grabbed the metal zipper; In one quick motion, your dress was completely unzipped and fell to your feet. You took his hand as you step out of your dress and quickly pulled off your high heels.
"Wow..." He cooed, his hungry eyes traveling up and down your body. "You, my doll, are beautiful." He kissed you lightly but passionately on the lips. His hands grabbed your waist and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around him as he took you to his bed. He laid you down gently, as if you were made up of glass and climbed on top of you. You felt goosebumps starting to race down your limbs and the cold wind from the celling fan hit your almost naked body. You felt heat come to your face as you realized he had lost his dress pants sometime between your journey from the door to the bed.
"We can stop if you want to stop," Bucky whispered in your ear after kissing it.
"No," You said hesitantly.
"Tell me. What do you want?" He growled his question, his hands already toying with the straps of your black, lacey bra.
"You,"
"Who?"
"Damn it! I want you, Bucky Barnes. Please, I want you!"
"Atta girl," He praised as he began devouring you in the best way.
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Bucky could not believe what had just happened. He could not believe that he just made love to his best friend's girlfriend, and that he had absolutely no regrets. 'Steve is an ass,' He reasoned to himself in his thoughts.
The sun had just started to rise, and he was wide awake. However, you had your body lazily thrown across him. You head was comfortably nuzzled into his chest, one of your hands lost within his short hair, and one of your legs thrown on top of his waist. Your eyes were shut, but your mouth was slightly opened with a little bit of drool spiraling from your mouth to his bare chest. 'You are so adorable,' He thought to himself, wrapping his arms around you tighter than earlier. 'Steve must not understand what a gem he has.'
All of a sudden, there were several loud knocks at Bucky's door. He groaned softly, then quietly crept out of bed. He made sure your naked body was covered by the blankets on his bed before he answered the door. He swiftly unlocked the deadbolt and the knob, but kept door chain in its place.
"Buck," Steve sighed in relief, his voice very frantic. "It's Y/N, I can't find her."
"Slow down," Bucky said in a whisper. All he could think about was how pissed Steve would be if he realized Y/N was sound asleep in Bucky's bed. "When did you last see her?" He asked, attempting to keep his cool.
"Why are we whispering? Unless... you got laid, didn't you?!" Steve exclaimed, shouting but in a whisper tone. Bucky could feel the blood rushing to his face. "Who's the lucky bitch?!"
"She's-she's sleeping, man." Bucky stuttered while thanking whoever was the inventor of the privacy door chain. Sure, Steve could probably break it by kicking the door down with his super soldier strength, but it still made Bucky feel protected. "Now, where did you last see her?"
"At the bar last night during the gala. Her phone is dead, but this says she was still somewhere in the tower at 2:27 A.M."
"Did you check your apartment?"
"Yes, she's not there."
"Friend's house?"
"She's not at Wanda's."
"Did you try Tony and Pepper's place?" Bucky asked coyly. "I saw Y/N and Pepper getting pretty friendly last night."
"I will, thanks man." Bucky waved goodbye to Steve and quietly closed the door. He locked the door once more before crawling back into bed with you. He knew this was wrong, but it felt so right.
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unholyplumpprincess · 2 years
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sorry ma'am but you can't remind me i might have a thing for cocky flirty dudes with grey hair without me banging on your door for more. please? pretty please >.> I'd like to request more fuse being called daddy bc i'm now i have a mighty need. GN afab reader who's like super stressed after a match and needs to cool off and fuse is like "let me take care of you, pup". and i dunno what kinda sex happens but it helps i think.
You know I'm a proud supporter of Fuse and his Daddy kink here!
!!!Minors and ageless blogs plz dni as this is adult content, you will be blocked!!!
Warnings: R18+/NSFT under the cut, Reader has a vulva and is gender neutral, Daddy kink but used as a Title and NOT dd////lg, puppy play
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The match didn't go well. To cut a long story short, you'd been on a team with newbies and found yourself struggling to keep them on task. Like babysitting children. You didn't even make it to the top five, cut off at eighth and not even YOUR problem. It didn't help that said newbies also blamed YOU for it, making you practically boil.
Frustration rolls off you in waves, you find yourself pulling at your clothes in overstimulated frustration and stomping to your quarters to take a shower. That helps a little, at least, grumbling all the while to yourself afterwards as you shimmy into a new pair of clothes.
When you leave the shower, you bump into your partner in your bedroom. Walter taking a step back with his hands gently holding your shoulders and going, "Wooah, woah there, pup. Whatcha all goin' in a huff about for?"
You look up at him. Looking at the way his eyebrows knit in concern and feel how one of his hands raises to cup your cheek. You smoosh your cheek into his touch, reaching up to hold his wrist and turning your head to press your face into his hand. But soon he guides you into his arms, letting you smash your face against his chest and whine.
You grumble all your frustrations into his chest, rambling about your teammates and how frustrating they were. How you could have won that round on your OWN if you wanted. How they were so childish and- and- and--
Walter is gently in rocking you with his strong arms around you. Letting you cling to his frame until you settle down with the soft rubbing of your back. When you finally do settle, his metal hand comes under your jaw, cupping your chin and tipping your grumpy gaze upwards. "Sounds like a lot, doll."
You huff, turning your gaze when he smiles at you. Charming and gentle.
"How aboutchya let me take care of you tonight, pup? So you don't gotta think?"
~R18+/NSFT under the cut here~
As soon as Walter gets you naked, in a collar, and in a tail plug, you feel the tension begin to melt. Normally you might play a little bratty, maybe you'd playfully try to get him to be a bit rougher, but you can't find it within you. You're a good dog, and he says so. Calling you a good pup as he gets you on all fours.
When you're on all fours, with his face buried behind you and his tongue sliding across your cunt, you fall deeper into a comfortable headspace. Your worries melt away each time his tongue swipes over your clit, licking up your cunt and pulling away occasionally to bite at your ass or thighs. His hands smoothing across your flesh and crooning what a good dog you were.
Whenever he pulls away, you sway your hips to make your tail 'wag' to show your appreciation. Loving the way he groans when you arch your back and lift your hips up higher so he can see the way your pussy drools with slick and saliva.
Walter is filthy, swiping his fingers over you and guiding them to his own mouth. You can hear him hum in appreciation, his fingers moving to spread you open so he can admire the way your clit twitches. "There ya are, Pup. Nice n' ready for Daddy, huh?"
You nod in turn, eager and wanting his cock. But you don't get that. Instead you hear the buzz of a vibrator before it slides through your lower lips and to your clit, then back to your hole. You whine helplessly, burying your face into your arms.
"Shh, I've gotcha, love. Said I'd take care of ya, lemme make you feel good. Let ole' Fusey show ya how to take apart a sweet pup like you, ey?"
And all you can do is nod. Worked through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
He only ever finally enters you after you've been fucked sloppy by dildos and vibrators. His groan one of satisfaction as you finally let yourself fall to the bed and let him take you. Let him have you.
A good dog.
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kohanayaki · 3 years
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.:Time and Time Again:. (Marauders Era x Reader) Ch 2
As you reconcile with Sirius, he reminisces on how you came to be friends despite a rather rocky start (mostly told through flashbacks taking place in the Marauders era).
LINKS:   CH 1   CH 2   CH 3   CH 4   CH 5   CH 6   CH 7   CH 8
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Ch 2 .:Pranks and Past Prejudices:.
~Previously~
“I was about to see if you were awake,” Sirius admitted with a small grin, “Seems we both had the same idea.”
He shifted his weight from foot to foot, stepping aside slightly so you could come in. If the Sirius Black from your school days had offered you into his room in the dead of night, you would have slapped him upside the head; but things were different now, and so were the two of you. 
However, as you glanced around the room you almost laughed at how remarkably unchanged it was, and why wouldn't it be? He hadn't lived here since he was sixteen, and he was only living here now because he preferred this house to an Azkaban cell by a small fraction. While the rest of the house was set in deep tones of obsidian and gray, save for the green Slytherin theme of his younger brother's room, Sirius' room was all warm shades of red and gold, Gryffindor paraphernalia covering every inch of it from Quidditch trophies and old banners to a tapestry he had stolen from the Great Hall when they'd won the house cup that year.
The room was littered with memories of your school life— a set of charred robes from when he and James had drunkenly lit the Quidditch field hoops on fire, an old Beater's bat that he had broken in half during the Cup finals, an old Gobstones set you used to play with in the courtyard, and stacks of classic rock records that you and Remus had gifted him for the holidays. A muggle toolbox sat in the corner of the room from when he'd made improvements to his enchanted motorbike that couldn't be done with magic, which you were certain his parents were mortified by.
Posters of bikini-clad women were plastered across the wallpaper, and you recalled the day he told you his mother had a fit when she realized he'd used a permanent sticking charm on them so she couldn't take them down. Said posters were still present, but mostly covered up by all the photos of him and his friends from their school and early Order days— the only noticeable sign of change you could see from his moving back in. It was truly like some sort of time capsule.
As soon as you tore your eyes away from the room and turned to focus on its owner, a tense silence fell between you two. This was the first time you had seen Sirius in over a decade. The last time you two spoke, he was in chains being led away to Azkaban. What was there to say? How could you possibly think things could go back to the way they were? 
“Sirius,” your voice cracked with emotion as you said his name, and when you saw the look in his eyes, so similar to the look he'd given you when he was in that horrible barbed cage during his trial, the dam just broke.
You practically threw yourself at him, sobbing quietly into his shoulder as the fabric of his shirt bunched up in your trembling hands
“I'm sorry,” you said, “I am so, so sorry I didn't believe you, Sirius. I didn't know, I didn't—”
“(Y/n), it's okay,” Sirius said softly.
You almost jumped at his gentle touch, his arm wrapping around your waist and one hand coming up to pet your hair. It hurt him to see you like this, that you went through this much because of him.
“There was no way you could have known,” he said, resting his chin on top of your head as tears continued to stream down your face, “There was no proof that I wasn't the Secret Keeper. We'd decided to make it that rat at the last second. Only James and Lily knew and, well, they couldn't exactly attest to my innocence.”
Hatred bubbled up in his chest at his own mention of Pettigrew, but he forced it down for you, his expression softening as soon as he looked at you. “That was bad judgment on my part, I suppose,” he said in an attempt to lighten the mood, although twelve years in prison was a difficult matter to joke about.
“I should have just believed you,” you muttered into his collar. Sirius' other hand reached out to cup your face, wiping the last few tears from your cheeks.
“Come now, even Moony thought I'd done it,” he said, a small smirk finding its way to his face, “I know what it looked like. . . I don't blame any of you for not believing me. So please, don't blame yourself for this, (Y/n). You're still my best friend.”
“Oh, now you've done it,” you sniffled, laughing despite yourself as fresh tears spilled over. Sirius laughed along with you and yo u could feel the sound reverberate through his chest, rich and melodic. Warm.
He wrapped both his arms around you, holding you tight as you two chuckled like a couple of idiots, standing there glassy-eyed in the middle of his room. If anyone else had bore witness to the scene they'd have thought you'd gone mad, but in that moment you couldn't care less. Your body had been buckling under the weight of your guilt and how much you had missed him. Hearing him say that he still considered you his best friend. . . that was more than you could have ever asked for.
Sirius swelled with pride as he saw he was able to make you smile, something he'd long considered a small victory. He couldn't believe how much your relationship had changed. If someone had told him all those years ago that you would turn out to be someone he couldn't imagine his life without, he wouldn't have believed them. But he supposed life was unexpected like that. . .
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Ever since the day you'd stood up to him, James Potter found himself increasingly curious about you. Of course he and his friends continued to pick on Snape, but when you were around to fend them off it became more and more difficult to do so, something that the leader of the self-proclaimed Marauders decided was cumbersome.
James insisted that to get to Snape they would have to take you down too, since you were so keen on protecting him.
“We need to cut the head off the snake,” he had said.
And so, slowly but surely, James shifted the cross hairs of his mischief-making from Severus Snape to you. It started out small; a Bat-bogey hex here, some heat sensitive combustion power under your cauldron there. What he didn't expect in the slightest was for you to actually retaliate with pranks of your own.
Quidditch season had just ended as the year came to a close, and James, who was supposed to be helping clean out the Gryffindor tent, was lying on his back and fiddling about with a golden snitch he'd found wedged in the wooden scaffolding. His head perked up as he saw the Lily across the pitch, walking next to you and chatting. He clearly couldn't care less about what, as he had no problem interrupting your conversation.
“Hey, Evans!” he hollered, heading towards you two.
As soon as Lily spotted him she rolled her eyes.
“And now we're walking faster,” she muttered, grabbing you by the arm and tugging you along.
“Aw come on, I just wanna talk,” he said, quickly catching up with you. Before long he had jogged a few paces ahead, turning around to block your path. “Hey,” he said with a smirk. He was wearing his Quidditch practice uniform, broom in hand.
“Merlin, you are nothing if not persistent,” Lily huffed.
“What can I say? I'm a Chaser~”
“Goodbye, James,” Lily deadpanned at the pun, and he quickly moved in front of her again.
“Wait, wait! Just watch this, okay?” he insisted.
You bit back a smirk, grateful he hadn't paid you any mind until now.
“Trust me, you've never seen anything like this before,” James said cockily, willing his broomstick to hover a few feet off the ground and hauling one leg over to mount it. However, as soon as his arse hit the wood, his entire body phased right through it. He groaned as his tailbone made unceremonious contact with the ground, his broomstick now hovering above him. As soon as he looked up the stick dropped and plonked him on the head, solid again.
You burst out laughing, revealing your wand that had been obstructed from his view by your sleeve.
“(Y/n)!” Lily looked at you in shock, hitting you in the arm playfully but unable to fight the laughter that rose in her chest. It was nice to see him get a harmless taste of his own medicine.
“Well, you were right, Potter,” the redhead said, “I've never seen anything like that before.”
James' face flushed with embarrassment while you two walked away, gathering his broom and whatever remained of his pride. You wouldn't get the better of him again.
Or, at least that's what he told himself until the beginning of your fourth year.
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James strode down the corridors leading to the Great Hall with a pep in his step. It had been an unusually peaceful morning; despite having slept in, he wasn't in much of a rush to join his friends who had already made their way to breakfast.
The real reason for his quick pace was because he couldn't wait to see your reaction to his latest prank. It was a classic, amped up a bit thanks to a tube of ink from one of the “magic” markers at Zonkos. He hoped you liked your new look, because you were going to be saddled with it for a while.
As he walked through the courtyard he shot a wink to a fourth year Hufflepuff girl he recognized from his Divination class and she covered her hand with her mouth, turning away from him slightly as she tried to hold back the giggles that spilled from her lips. He gave himself a pat on the back, oblivious to the fact that the laughter was directed at him, an unawareness that stayed with him up until the moment he threw the doors to the Great Hall open. The gasps and laughter that followed him only grew as he sat down at his usual spot. Even his friends were staring at him, wide-eyed and unblinking.
“What?” James ran a hand through his hair in confusion, “What are you guys—!!”
As his hair flopped in front of his face his peripheral vision was curtained with the brightest shade of neon turquoise he'd ever seen.
“No,” he said, “no, no, no way!”
He grabbed one of the food trays, dumping the pastries that were on top onto the table. Peter squeaked as he caught a few that were about to fall, setting them down quietly on his own plate.
James stared at his reflection in the shiny metal, and sure enough his once pristine brunette hair was colored the bright blue of the magic marker whose contents he'd dumped into your shower bottle the night before.
“Did you like the shampoo?” a voice behind him asked innocently.
He nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned around to see you, your hair colored the same bright blue shade. Now he was thoroughly confused.
“It smells nice, right?”
“How did you. . . if I. . . why is your hair—”
“A simple connection charm on the shampoo bottle,” you said, “anyone who touches it receives the same benefits and results of the next person who uses it within three hours. In this case, you landed yourself a dye job and a hell of a keratin treatment, so you're welcome. The spell was already on the bottle to begin with; pretty convenient when you have dorm mates that can all save on buying product, and besides it can be kind of nice to skip a hair wash day every once in a while. I suppose I should thank you, I didn't have to do any shopping or sneaking around for this one. You did all the work for me.”
You put your hand to your chin, pretending to study him for a moment.
“You should take care of that fast, though” you said nonchalantly, gesturing to his hair, “you don't look nearly as cute as I do in this color, Potter.”
To further prove your point, you waved your wand around the crown of your head, and with a quick utter of 'aufero hue' the blue in your hair seemed to melt right off the strands, leaving behind your natural (h/c) locks. The color swirled around the tip of your wand in an aqueous state for a moment before you flung it aside. It landed with a splat! against the Gryffindor table, staining a section of the wood that same shade of bright blue as if it had grown that way.
“I'd do it for you myself, but I don't want to,” you smirked, “ Perhaps you could take a few remedial classes to learn the color-leeching charm. Have fun figuring something out!”
And with that you flounced away, leaving behind a very embarrassed, very blue, and very reluctantly impressed James Potter.
He may just have found himself a proper rival.
Sirius scoffed from where he sat.
“Oh please, the stupid charm can't be that hard to do,” he said, taking out his wand.
“Not that I don't have faith in you, mate, but I'm probably better off seeing if Slughorn has anything for this,” James said.
“Why don't you just soak your head in some Valerian water? That's what takes the color out of potions, right?”
“Peter, he might go bald if he does that.”
“Oh.”
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James would go on to land a few good jokes on you too. There was one night where you had snuck into the Prefect's bathroom and emerged with a mermaid tail, which was pretty awesome until you realized you had no way of getting out of the tub. From then on, you and James would continue to try and get the jump on one another, marking the start of your now-infamous fourth year prank war. It entertained the students and infuriated the faculty. Gradually, your pranks on one another became more light-hearted, meant to amuse the other person and make them laugh rather than actually hurt or humiliate them.
“Very funny, (L/n),” James said as he walked up to you, his body turned around 180 degrees from the waist up so he had to shuffle backwards to face you. You laughed, nearly choking on your pumpkin juice as you saw your handy work.
“What are you, five?”
“Right, because you're so much more mature stalking and bullying my friends,” you quipped back.
“I really don't understand how Snivelus is your friend.”
“Severus,” you said crossly, “and for the record, I really don't understand how Remus is yours either. He seems like a nice guy.”
“Har har,” James rolled his eyes, “Now would you turn me the right way 'round already? I've got Quidditch practice.”
“Nah, I think you're fine to play like this.”
“Honestly? Not a bad tactic. I can cover my blind spot and stare at my own ass while I fly.”
“Who's five now?” you grinned.
As the months went on, instead of storming over to each other and slinging insults, your interactions with James became more akin to playful banter. And frankly, Sirius didn't get it. You were a Slytherin, and a pureblood at that. Hell, you were a descendant of one of the 28 pureblood families. Everything about you went against everything he believed in and relished in getting away from each year when he would leave home to go to school. You were in the same house as those stupid blood purists, you probably were one yourself—
“You're glaring.”
Sirius blinked, snapping out of his stupor as Remus nudged him in the shoulder. He said nothing, slowly returning to eating his dinner as he tore his eyes away from you, sitting at the Slytherin table with Snivelus, Evan Rosier, and his younger brother of all people. He stabbed at his roast potatoes a little too harshly and his friends traded looks among themselves.
“You alright there, mate?” James asked cautiously.
“Fantastic,” Sirius said, shoving another forkful of potatoes into his mouth to avoid saying anything unsavory as he spotted you heading towards their table.
“Coming to the library today, Remus?” you asked the boy to his right who looked up at you in surprise.
“Oh, sure thing,” he said, “I'm off for the night.”
“Great, we can study for Arithmancy then,” you said. Remus nodded at your suggestion and you gave him a dazzling smile, walking off with your books.
“Since when did you two get so chummy?” Sirius bristled.
Remus rolled his eyes.
“We're just studying for the upcoming mid marks,” he said, “They’re proficient in Ancient Runes and History of Magic. As a study partner it's. . . refreshing.”
“Oi, are you calling us stupid?” James rose a brow.
“Your words, not mine,” Lupin grinned. He saw Sirius' bothered expression and sighed, collecting his things.
“You might get on if you bothered to get to know them,” he told Sirius out of the others' earshot, slinging his book bag over his shoulder before heading off in your direction.
You only continued to grow inadvertently closer to James throughout your fourth year, your prank battle coming to its epic conclusion with the two of you joining forces against some particularly nasty upperclassmen. Your practical jokes subsided, your quips and passing insults were traded for real conversations and walking each other to class. You hated to admit it, but he'd grown on you— especially with him letting up considerably on bullying Severus and annoying Lily lately.
All the while, the closer you got to James the more irritated his best friend became. In Sirius' mind, the more time you were spending with James the less time James was spending with him. They hardly hung out alone anymore. And since James started hanging out with you he started mellowing out, which made Lily start hanging out with him, which made him even more tame. Sirius just wanted his best friend back.
“You do realize that issue would largely be resolved if you weren't so bothered by hanging out with both of them together, right?” Lupin had brought up one night as Sirius was airing out his frustrations.
“I'm not going to bother making friends with someone whose family is so wrapped up in blood politics they forget to be human beings first. Trust me, I've met their mother enough times to know.”
“Have you ever asked them about it?” Remus pressed.
“I don't really need to, do I? They're a (L/n). Open your eyes, Moony!”
Remus' brow furrowed, a shine in his eyes akin to sympathy as he regarded Sirius.
“Perhaps it's you that needs to clear your vision, friend.”
A/N: Thank you all so much for the unexpected early support on this story! I have a lot planned for it~ If you’d like to be added to the taglist just let me know ! 
Read chapter 3 here!
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mizunetzu · 3 years
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hi!! i just found your blog and i may or may not have binged all the fics 😼😼 i was wondering if you could write a dabi or hawks x male reader where the reader is a rly gentle and kind barista and dabi/hawks is just wHIPPED for him? i think thatd be mad cute 👉👈
LMAOOO DABI + HAWKS TIME TURN IT UP-
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Headcannons - Dabi and Hawks whipped for their local barista
⚠️Warnings - kidnapping (dabi)
Pronouns - male, he/him
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Dabi:
Ok so like hear me out
At first
AT FIRST
you didn’t catch this mans eye
In fact, he didn’t go to the coffee shop you worked at much because yknow...villain...
But it was late at night one day yk
And mans was like “oh boy, i sure am thirsty after committing homcide and robbery”
N the first place he sees
Dun dun dun
Is the 24 hr coffee shop you worked at HAHAHA
So he goes in, preparing to like-idk, threaten ur life for a cup of coffee or smth mean n whatnot
The door bell rings, and you turn around and give him the KINDEST MOST GENTLE-EST SMILE HES EVER SEEN
As a villain, and just someone who looks out of the ordinary in general, he never got much of that
SO WHEN HE SEES THIS...MAN SMILING FUCKING SUN RAYS AT HIM
HE FREEZES
You ask him if he’s ok, and DAMN UR VOICE WAS SO SOFT IT WAS BARELY INAUDIBLE WHAGSHDHEH
Mans usually isn’t at a loss for words but HE IS NOW
Instead of threatening you for a cup of coffee, he actually orders like a normal person
He’s the only one in the cafe since it’s so late, and you had the late night shift lucky you
He sat in the corner with his coffee in silence, occasionally stealing glances at you sweeping the floor or counting the money in the register
what was this foreign feeling in his chest whavabwhshs
He didn’t notice when you walked up to him
mans almost roasted you alive
LMAO BUT HE DIDNT SO IT OK
“Are you doing okay? Do you want a refill?”
He wasn’t really thirsty anymore but he did get a refill because he wanted to stay and watch you work some more like a creep
Yeah, one refill turned to three and he ended up talking to you for the rest of the night AWW
He was honestly suprised you didn’t know he was a villain, with the dark coat and scars and stuff
He ended up buying more coffee to take back to the league with the money he stole HAHAHA
Toga, sipping on her third coffee: yo why u buy so much damn
Dabi: 🤠
He started coming over more and more in the dead of night, on the days you worked which he totally didn’t find out by sneaking into the back room of the cafe and checking the schedule
You, somehow, didn’t find it suspicious that he’d always visit whenever you worked
One day, on one of the numerous times he’s visited, you mentioned how you used to be a bartender before switching over to being a barista
Something just...clicked
He’s a villain, right? Why’s he going so far to appeal to you, when he could just kidnap you and convince you to join the league?
So he did just that
You woke up in their weird club bar room hideout, tied to a chair with dabi and a few unfamiliar faces
Dabi lowkey felt bad (even for him) because even though you were literally just kidnapped, you gave him one of those heartwarming smiles
Even if it was a bit scared and forced, and probably a coping mechanism out of fear
“Look I ain’t gonna hurt you, dude. You’re one of my favorite people, so I’m offering you a deal.”
“Siiiiiiimp.”
“Shut the fuck up, Toga.”
Dabi nudged the girls side.
A girl with blond hair and a school girls uniform pointed a knife at you. You flinched and dabi kept talking
“You said you used to be a bartender, right? I’m sure you can help this guy out behind the counter. Join us.”
Dabi motioned at Kurogiri. He waved, LMAOO
“Join me...please”
As scared as you were, you couldn’t deny the fact you had a soft spot for this scarily intimating man who’d sit in the corner and sip coffee everyday at work
Hell, sometimes (all the time LNAJS) you joined him and you’d talk for hours
And hearing this guy say “please” for the first time?
You nodded slowly, and dabi smiled
It was a nice smile, even if it was a bit scary
How could you possibly refuse?
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Hawks:
Since he wasn’t yknow...fucking iilegal and a villain, he came by to your coffee shop during the day
He was workin, caught and turned in a villain yk the usual
And he was kinda far away from his house, n he was gettin kinda hungry
He was flying around the city, when he spotted your lil coffee shop
Well, it wasn’t really a coffee shop, more like a food stop that so happens to sell coffee n drinks aswell
And hEY
you just opened up too, it was a relatively new place
My mans hawks supporting new & local businesses <3
He goes in right
He sees yakitori on the menu and goes :D
So he goes to order
And sees this,,, BEAUTIFUL HANDSOME MAN BEHIND THE COUNTER
“Hi Mister! What can I do you for?”
YOUR VOICE WAS LIKE FUCKING ANGELS SINGING WHAGSHW
I think the main reason hawks was drawn to you was the fact you didn’t treat him like a celebrity and kissed his ass n whatnot, mainly bc you didn’t really keep up nor care about the trending hero’s and stuff (no offense to hawks and none taken)
He choked on his yakitori when you walked up to his lil table and asked for a picture for ur grandpa (who was a BIG fan, unlike you)
MANS REALLY HAD TO PUT ON HIS MOST CHARMING SMILE AND PEACE SIGN THIS SIMP IM HDHEIDIE
He kept going out of his way to visit ur shop frequently even though he lived preeeeetty far off
I mean mans has wings so it ain’t a problem but-
This simp-
He doesn’t show up in his hero outfit (unless he’s coming from patrol) so you didn’t really see him as “Hawks the hero”, more like “Keigo, the man who has stupid endeavor shorts and likes yakitori”
It’s really sweet he shows up in stupid graphic shirts and sweatpants he looks comfy-
He openly flirts with you, and at first you laughed and smiled because you didn’t wanna be rude (it still did things to Keigos heart)
but then
Ur laughs n smiles when he drops a stupid pickup line? They real
The way you offer to take over ur coworkers shifts just to see if Hawks stops by? It’s love just admit it
The totally unfair discount you gave him on yakitori, not mentioning the way you know how Keigo prefers it by heart? Just ask him out already DAMN
You two didn’t have any personal info on eachother, no numbers, emails, hell, Keigo didn’t know your first name (in Japan, you don’t really go by first names unless ur with fam or close friends yk?)
So when you nervously hand him his box of yakitori one day?
Hawks is like 🤠👍?
He opens it and sees:
“(Xxx)-xxx-xxxx -call me, and maybe we can, I don’t know, go out on a date and get to know each other more, yakitori-kun? ~(Y/n)
So ur first name was (Y/n), huh
HES WHIPPED
HES SIMPING
He looks over at you, hiding ur face and sneaking glances at him while ur coworkers stiffing snickers and nudging ur side
GOD TAKE HIM NOW
you bet ur ass hes calling u later and saving ur contact as “My yakitori man (Y/n) ✨❤️”
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Thank y’all for 700, by the way !! I love you all !!
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saclarclay · 3 years
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Yo—
Y o —-
YO —//shut up
So like I was thinking, it’s cardverse again if you’re bored reading about me halu about cardverse just skip
Someone probably have thought of this but like, I’ve seen some hc where Matthew(canada) or Mathias(denmark), people got lots of name for Denmark but the name Mathias has been sticking in my mind for so long—but anyway— I’ve seen some people making them the Ace of Spades
And like is Ace—I like to see it as the head of the knight—
And so Mattie— is quite invisible isn’t he? Like people keep forgetting he exist, like that’s the joke we always make and what if
No one knows exactly who the ace of spades really is besides the other royalties, tho even some still forgot about how he looks like—which one is Matthew again? Oh wasn’t it mathias?—like they always thought it would be Mathias, when it’s actually, Matthew
Because even when people notice him off work he would have more of this gentle warm soft aura that doesn’t emit anything knightly hood— and he wears glasses—what kind of knight wears glasses— though he only wear them when he’s ‘off work’
N since like he’s personally like a right hand man for the king he doesn’t do simple job standing around guarding the palace, he investigate all heavy crime in like a secret army group, afchgcgh how do I explain it you need to read some manhwa or manga I think you’ll understand more what I mean—
Mathias is probably in the secret investigation group too but he’s the one made public appearances more often cus he patrols the area
N then if a war broke out between spades n another country everyone would be surprised to not find Mathias besides Alfred but Matthew—with his glasses off of course but no one actually recognized who he is— OR even better if he wears the helmet so no one knows his identity
—-idk I guess I just wanna see a more serious Matthew with his hair in a low ponytail like the 2p version of him but then he puts on his glasses he’s just all this smiley dorky looking nice gentleman who greets you with a bow and
good morning it’s a lovely day to take a walk isn’t it? (*´︶`*) would you like to take a morning walk together?
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but then you look down from his charming dorky face and realize he’s wearing a heavy set of armor ...
*sigh* (*´▽`*)💕💕💕💕💕//slap
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prompt-master · 3 years
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Familiar New Beginnings
Hajime woke up that morning already feeling a barrage of unimpressed emotions. He knew his routine by now, had it memorized forwards and backwards. He would do chores around the island, check up on the others still in their comas, then have a video chat with Makoto to update on their status. Despite surviving the impossible, Hajime’s life felt surprisingly uneventful. There was a certain layer of dreariness that stuck to his daily life now. He tried his best to wash it off, but there was always leftover residue no matter how hard he scrubbed. Afterall, many of his friends were comatose, the four others were dealing with their own demons, and nothing in their routine ever seemed to change. He had hope that things would change… but it all felt so…
Hajime groaned, ruffling his hair in the bathroom mirror. If he wasn’t careful, he would sound just like Izuru.
‘And what is wrong with that?’ Speak of the devil.
‘I don’t know… everything?’ Just like that the conversation was over as quickly as it had begun.
He and Izuru were… Well, it had gotten better that’s for sure. Just a month ago the two were constantly clashing with each other. They had argued over everything from moral differences to petty squabbles. At times they had even fought for control of their body, which looked downright scary to the others whenever they got a glimpse. Now… Hajime didn’t really know how to describe his relationship with Izuru. He doesn’t like him, but he doesn’t hate him anymore either. 
Not that it mattered much. Izuru wasn’t a part of his daily routine except for the fact that he was always in the back of his head observing. And Hajime was taking things one day at a time. 
What mattered right now was getting to the restaurant for breakfast, a quick meeting, and chore assignment. It wasn’t really necessary (Izuru reminded him of this every single morning meeting), but the mini tradition was nice. It was like a small reminder that they were in this together. The morning meeting really could make the difference between a bad day and a good day. Kazuichi slinging his arm around him, talking about stupid guy stuff. Sonia trying to work out the chore assignments but getting distracted with more fun conversation. Fuyuhiko pretending to be bitter and serious, but everyone could see he was enjoying himself. Akane of course would always be energetic as Hell. Hajime swore she could always pull them out of a funk with how much of a driving fight she had (even if she mostly used it for her hunger). Morning meetings reminded Hajime how lucky he was to have escaped with them. They reminded him why he was fighting. They reminded him although things currently felt dreary and repetitive, something good would come out of it. Morning meetings were simply wonderful.
At least, that’s what Hajime would have said a day ago. 
Because today’s morning meeting was garbage. There was no way to sugar coat it. He had barely gotten to talk to any of his friends, and although they made his favorite breakfast he was instantly handed a chore list that could only be described as annoying. After reading over the list, Hajime looked up at Sonia.
“Seriously?” The list consisted solely of the most difficult unwanted jobs, not to mention the fact that many were on opposite sides of the island. 
“I’m terribly sorry, Hinata-kun.” Her smile didn’t look sorry though. Before he could get too bitter, Izuru had to remind Hajime that her smile hasn’t been as bright ever since getting her despair memories back. She did a polite bow, one in that over exaggerated foreigner way, “the others have been incredibly down lately so I wanted to try and ease their workload.”
Hajime could already feel a hefty weight on him, “why me though?”
There was a shift in her eyes, a quick glance that she tried to hide, “I figured that…”
Of course she had, since she glanced at his red eye after all. If only she realized how uncooperative Izuru could be. Sure, he had the Ultimate Ultimate living in the attic space of his head but it meant nothing when all he wanted to do was watch. 
Regardless, Hajime nodded. Taking some load off his friends back may do them some good. He knows he heard Kazuichi screaming from a nightmare last night. Probably about the death machines he built. 
“But just this once”, he had said. 
He could practically feel Izuru mocking him in his dead toned way. Throughout the day of trying to get his chores done and ignoring Izuru’s sudden comments about being bored he would hardly get to see any of his friends. It sucked, but sometimes it had to happen, he supposed. They weren’t on an island vacation after all, they had to keep the island self sustaining. All in all… an incredibly lackluster day as he had feared. It was this brand of nothingness that left Hajime feeling vague within his own body. The lack of stimulation allowed him to fade out until the next chore was done. It was a numbness over his body as his brain went into autodrive.
And he hated it.
Feeling like he was floating, feeling like he has no control of his body. That reminded Hajime of how close he was to simply not existing anymore. In fact, sometimes he still wonders if he doesn’t exist. Maybe he’s just Izuru, and this is Izuru’s weird way of coping with everything.
‘Don’t be idiotic, Hajime.’ Izuru said, pulling him back into reality. Right. He was working on the farm. ‘You have survived one of the final trials between hope and despair, against Enoshima Junko herself. Yet you still doubt your own existence. How boring.’
Hajime laughed through his nose, pulling another root out of the ground. Izuru certainly had a strange way of cheering him up. Maybe Hajime was the strange one though, because it worked. 
‘Careful, Kamukura, you almost sound sentimental.’
There was a beat of silence. For a moment Hajime thought that was the end of the conversation. It wasn’t unusual for them to have short bursts of conversation that cut off suddenly. When he spoke again, Hajime wished he had the talent Makoto did. He wished he could see beyond Izuru’s tone to hear the meaning behind them. Even though it was the same flat, uninterested, soft voice he had heard a million times before, he felt as though there was something unseen within.
‘I have told you this before, but that particular trial was one I had set up myself. Your existence is a display of significance and impossibility. Do not disappoint.’ 
It wasn’t too odd to hear this sentiment from Izuru. In fact Hajime had heard it from the moment he woke up. His very existence was the defining reason Izuru gave hope a chance. It clearly meant a lot to Izuru, even if continued to claim he could feel nothing. Still, Hajime couldn’t help but wonder why Izuru was saying this now. Izuru didn’t say anything without purpose. Ah, he didn’t want Hajime to be moping around all day. That would be much too boring. Hajime decided to give Izuru some control over the body just this once, to let him play around in the dirt and with the bugs within. For a man who could do anything, he always found interest in such simple matters. It was almost charming.
Hajime must have nodded off at some point, because when he had come back into the driver’s seat not only was the crop work done, but so were several other chores on the list. Hajime couldn’t even process that for a moment, having to confirm both with Izuru and his own eyes multiple times to be sure. It was always odd blacking out and finding his own body had done something without him. ‘You didn’t have to do all that’ Hajime had said. ‘I was bored’ was all he got in response. Typical Izuru. 
Although Hajime could still feel the aches of labor throughout his body, he had to admit that the break was a welcomed one. Even if Izuru hadn’t intended for it to be a relaxing moment, Hajime supposed sometimes taking the backseat didn’t need to feel so life ending. After all, like Izuru said, if he could survive Junko, he could survive today. And tomorrow. And any day. 
Hajime’s step had a bit more vigor in it now. He felt just slightly more energized. He could tackle the few chores left on the list now. He was certain that without Izuru occasionally throwing in a comment, Hajime would fall asleep while cleaning. 
With the chores list done, he had to do some inspection on his comatosed friends. It was certainly a tough job to handle, but Byakuya - er… The Imposter-  had recently been showing some promising signs. For both The Imposter’s sake and his own, Hajime would keep this work flow going. He had to, even if he felt tired. Besides, the sooner he finished with that, the sooner he could call Makoto, and the sooner he could lay in bed and go to sleep. Just imagining that left Hajime feeling happy, maybe with some luck he could even convince Izuru to not interrupt his sleep out of boredom.
“Yo, Hinata!”
Strangely enough, outside the hospital was Kazuichi, seemingly waiting for him. As Hajime approached, Kazuichi pushed off the wall he was leaning against and jogged up to him.
Hajime placed his hands in his pockets, ignoring Izuru’s gentle scoldings about how that was rude and closed off body posture, “Hey Souda, what are you doing here?”
Kazuichi flashed a smile full of teeth, “The others decided to throw a dinner party, so I came to let ya know. Cuz y’know, you’re invited, of course.”
“A dinner party?” Hajime couldn’t deny the temptation. “What for?”
“We’ve been all working so hard ‘n stuff!”
“Ah, so it’s just an excuse to party.”
Kazuichi glared and pointed at Hajime in accusation, “hey hey we deserve to have this man!”
Hajime laughed, rolling his eyes, “well, I guess so. It sounds like fun, I hope you guys enjoy yourselves.”
“Hold on. What do you mean ‘you guys’?”
“Well... “ Hajime rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m pretty tired in all honesty. Besides,” Hajime glanced at the hospital, “It feels a bit wrong to celebrate right now.”
Kazuichi’s eyes widened, and he began waving his hands side to side, “you got to come!”
“I do?”
“Yes!” At Hajime’s continued confusion, Kazuichi took a step back to try and calm himself down, “It would be weird without you, we need you to join.” 
Hajime tried to wave his hand in dismissal, “I’ve done a lot of work today, Souda-”
But Kazuichi just clasped his hands together and began begging, “please Hinata!” he said. Geez, Kazuichi was always pushy when it came to this sort of stuff but… 
‘Enough. Just agree to go.’
‘We need rest. You’d be bored anyway.’
‘Rest is far more boring than a predictable dinner. Besides, you wish to go, so I see no point in refusal.’
Hajime sighed. How did he always get pushed into antics like this? “Alright, Souda, Alright, I’ll go.” 
Kazuichi threw his fits up into the air in celebration, “Fuck yeah! You won’t regret this Hinata!” before Hajime could make any more small talk Kazuichi ran off towards the island bridge. 
“I’m gonna tell Owari to bring the good booze!” He yelled.
Hajime cupped his hands over his mouth, “Don’t drink too much!” They still had work to do the next day afterall.
A dinner party huh? Seemed a bit out of the blue, but the others like to do little activities to keep morale up. He supposed this just had to be another example of that. Hajime yawned as he entered the hospital, already knowing that he would be up late tonight. They would probably meet for this little get together at around six or seven at night. And thanks to the simulation, Hajime was still used to ending the day around ten. Maybe he could convince Sonia to let him sleep until late the next day, Izuru did have Ultimate Psychologist on his hand after all. He could be incredibly convincing when he wanted to.
‘Absolutely not.’
Oh, c’mon. Hajime hadn’t even shared that thought with Izuru!
‘You’re predictable.’
Hajime rolled his eyes, getting to work at the hospital. Before he knew it the day was essentially over. There was little to no progress to report, but Makoto assured him that things were looking up regardless. Makoto assured him that every day. Although in this particular call, Makoto did seem to hold more kindness to his smile than usual. He told Hajime to take the day off tomorrow, which was odd. Hajime hasn’t taken many days off at all since waking up. The only exception was back when he and Izuru would fight more often. Why would he take a day off now? Perhaps Makoto could tell he needed a good night's sleep?
Either way, Hajime just had to survive the dinner party. And at least this would be genuinely enjoyable. It would just be him, his friends, and the bottles of alcohol around them. 
Akane greeted him at the door, “Hinata!” she yelled, smile bright as ever.
Kazuichi of course wrapped an arm around Hajime once he saw him, shaking him back and forth.
Sonia held both of his hands in hers, guiding him to the food she and Akane helped prepare. Honestly, he was surprised the food was still on the table. But it did look good.
Fuyuhiko had handed Hajime a glass, telling him he was certain Hajime would enjoy the taste of this particular alcohol. 
It was almost like they were a normal group of college kids on a friday night. They told stupid stories of their past, drank, and ate their hearts out. Occasionally Hajime would let Izuru take control to take a sip of a particularly bitter drink. But all in all no one got too wasted, mostly because Fuyuhiko wouldn’t let them. 
Hajime was laughing at one of Kazuichi’s many rejection stories when Sonia tapped a glass with her spoon. Moments like these reminded Hajime of why Sonia was titled after such an impressive talent. It wasn’t simply a role she was born into, she carried all the traits of elegance and leadership in her posture as she gathered everyone’s attention to her. Back straight, and kind smile, Hajime wanted to give his undivided attention. 
“Every day I feel so grateful to have become your friends,” She said, “we have all accomplished so much, and we only have more goals to seek in our future.” She turned to face Hajime specifically, “and we have you to thank for that, Hinata-kun.”
“Huh? Me?” Well that wasn’t right. In fact if Hajime hadn’t been so depressed as a teenager Izuru wouldn’t have existed. And then Izuru wouldn’t have helped end the world. And then he wouldn’t have put Junko into the Neo World Program. 
Izuru reminded him that if he had refused the project, Hope's Peak Academy would have simply targeted another student. 
“Yeah, you!” Akane smiled, punching Hajime hard in the shoulder, “We definitely wouldn’t have left without you!”
Fuyuhiko looked up from where he had been sitting with his arms crossed, “And these idiots would have never figured out the trials without you.”
“It was a team effort.” Hajime tried to stress, “We all have done so much-”
“Bro!” Kazuichi yelled, “Just let us appreciate you, holy shit!”
Hajime laughed as Akane filled up his cup with another round of liquor, “Seriously Hinata, do you ever loosen up? Maybe we need more food.”
Hajime took a sip, cringing a bit at the burn it brought his throat. Akane did always like the more intense stuff. “Did you guys throw this all together just to be nice to me?” 
It admittedly was nicer than looking back on the past as they had grown accustomed too after gaining back their old memories. Hajime had to remind himself often to look for the future instead, and it sounded like the others still want to as well.
Sonia’s smile fell from royal elegance to that of a close friend, “it’s almost midnight you know.”
“I wonder what the new year will bring,” Fuyuhiko was watching the red sky through the window, “can’t get worse than this bullshit.”
Fuyuhiko choked as Akane slammed a hand onto his back, “It’s going to be a great year! I can’t wait for coach to wake up! I’ve got so much shit to show him, and Minimaru ain’t as good at massaging.”
“So that’s what this is all about, huh?” Was it really New Years Eve already? Hajime felt like there was something else he was forgetting but before he could think more on it… 
“Is everyone ready to count down?” Sonia asked, eliciting sounds of approval (and cheers from one Kazuichi).
“Ten... “Sonia looked at her watch and took charge of the count. She really did make a good leader.
“Nine” All of Hajime’s exhaustion felt lost. It was a short few seconds, but everyone seemed so excitable. It was contagious.
“Eight” The others had gathered close to each other, letting Hajime get a full view of the carefree joy on their faces.
“Seven” He wished he could wake up those unconscious to join them. He’d have to work twice as hard this year to make sure they all got to celebrate together.
“Six” But that was what this was all about anyway. They were looking to the future, just as they had promised in the game.
“Five!” The excitement in their voices grew, Hajime just as loud with them. 
“Four!” Because it was more than just about looking to the future.
“Three!” It was about making the future.
“Two!” They were going to take the future in their hands and make it worth living through all that despair.
“One!” And Hajime couldn’t be more thankful to make this future with them.
“Happy Birthday!” “Happy New Year!”
Huh? What? Why did everyone else yell about..?
Everyone was smiling ear to ear. He could see they all had these smug proud expressions as if they’d caught him in the act. Did he..?
“Wait a sec,” Hajime looked at everyone’s faces one by one for any signs of the truth, “is it someone’s birthday…?”
He was met with blank stares. Shit, he must have forgotten someone’s birthday and now he looked like an idiot because he was the only one who didn’t know. Hell he didn’t know it was the 31st until a few moments ago!
Hajime fidgeted, now feeling bad for getting so caught up in work that he’d forget something like this, “I’m...who’s birthday is it? Why did no one tell me... “
Kazuichi was staring at Hajime like he was an idiot, and that was saying a lot, “Dude… it’s your birthday!”
“...Really?”
“Did you forget your own birthday?!” Fuyuhiko yelled, then he turned to Sonia, “I told you this surprise bullshit was stupid.”
“I thought it would be cute… ”
“Man… '' Akane looked flatout depressed, “I held back on eating the cake and everything and you weren’t even happy.”
“What?! No, no, I just-” Hajime pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling embarrassment redden his ears. “I really didn’t know.”
For just a moment Hajime retreated back into his head.
‘Did you know about this, Kamukura?’
‘Of course.’ Izuru had known everything from the moment they had woken up. And he’d known about the party since Sonia had handed them their chores list.
‘And you didn’t tell me..?!’
‘I thought that it would be amusing.’
‘Well. Are you amused?’
‘Predictably… yes.’
Sonia looked down at the floor with a defeated posture, she sunk down into one of the restaurant chairs, “I’m sorry Hinata-kun… the others said we should have just told you about the party but I thought that since… “
Kazuichi propped elbow up on the table, resting his head against his hand. Even he looked defeated, Hajime wondered how much effort they put into this surprise, “We thought since none of us have celebrated our birthdays in years that it’d be nice to make a big deal out of it.”
“Wait, hold on just a second everyone.” They were right, none of them had properly celebrated their birthdays for a few years, Hajime even more since he was quite literally erased, “This all is very sweet! I just… didn’t remember. Usually it’s colder around my birthday…”
It didn’t seem to do much to uplift the mood, but he could see the urge to tease Hajime for his forgetfulness on their faces.
“Really, all of you. This means a lot to me.” Hajime could imagine them formulating their plan for this party. Making sure he was out of the way, getting together to brainstorm different ideas. Not to mention the hand baked cake, he could only imagine what the kitchen must look like right now. He knows they must have put their entire hearts into this.  “I’m really lucky to have all of you.”
The others smiled at Hajime, glad to see that their efforts weren’t for nothing. At the end of the day, they had just wanted to make Hajime feel special. And although the surprise wasn't as big of a hit as they had intended it to be, they had the rest of the day to make Hajime feel as special as he really was. Now if only this awkward silence would go away-
“Pah...what’s with all this depressing atmosphere when there’s a perfectly good cake right here in front of us?!” Akane cried out, cutting Hajime a slice before cutting herself a massive piece. 
Sonia beamed, hands on her hips, “Owari-san is right! The party must go on!”
“It’s ‘the show must go on’, Sonia.” 
And just like that the high energy was back. It may have been twelve in the morning, but all of them were ecstatic as though it was just a fun afternoon. They even had gifts prepared for him, stuff they all had to create themselves since there weren’t exactly any stores open on the island. Sonia had put together a book for him, full of photos of them courtesy of Makoto and the Neo World Program’s leftover data. She left some space in the book for new memories when the others woke up. Akane had gotten him an assortment of pretty shells she’d found along the shoreline. She had also gotten him a rather gross looking squid, claiming she pulled it right out of the ocean for him. Kazuichi had gotten him a handmade phone. He said the internet doesn’t exist still, but he was trying to replicate as much of the fun as he could with his limited coding knowledge. Apparently Alter Ego helped him with that stuff. Fuyuhiko’s was a lot simpler, but he knew it meant a lot. It was a handmade bracelet of twined hay. At Hajime’s confusion, Fuyuhiko had lifted his sleeve to show a matching bracelet on his own wrist. Looking away with a flustered expression on his face, Fuyuhiko had said it was a way to show their brotherhood. 
Now Hajime poked at his cake. It wasn’t the best tasting cake he’d ever had. It was messy, and too sweet, and a bit undercooked. But somehow that’s what made it the best cake he had ever had. It was so… homemade. And that’s what made it really special to Hajime. As he ate more of his cake he thought to himself about how they wanted to make his first birthday in years special. Hajime began to dig through his mind for the last memory he had of someone putting in effort for his birthday with little avail. His birthday came right after New Years Eve parties. People were usually too tired to then turn around and celebrate some kids' party. He didn’t have any friends either. There was a reason he specifically was selected for the Kamukura Project. Hajime could have disappeared at any moment, and no fuss would have kicked up a storm. Not even his parents would have batted an eye. Sure, they had spent a monumental sum of money to get him into the reserve course, but that was also the exact reason they had grown to resent him. They spent a fortune to get their useless son an opportunity to become something, and nothing had even changed. Looking back, Hajime’s life had been a lonely mix of drowning in low self esteem and being uncared for. 
But now these guys...his closest friends… they were changing everything he knew about his life. Hajime didn’t know it was possible to feel so loved.
‘I have never had cake before’ 
Oh. That’s right, Izuru was still here. Like he always was. That was another change in his life. Did it have to be so unwelcomed though?
Hajime pulled back to let Izuru take the driver's seat for a moment, watching distantly as he picked up a fork and put it in his mouth.
‘The amount of frosting on this is offensive to the craft of baking.’
‘That must mean you like it, then.’
‘Indeed.’
Izuru continued to eat pieces from his cake. Hajime decided to simply let him, it wasn’t often Izuru found something that interested him. He’s sure in just a few more bites Izuru will give back control willingly once he gets bored of the overly sweet taste. He might as well let Izuru join in the celebration.. Wait… 
‘Hey, Kamukura, what about you.’
‘What about me? I am eating cake.’
‘But they’ve only been celebrating me.’
‘That is because it is not my birthday.’
That… did make sense. Just because their body was made on this day didn’t mean Izuru himself was. 
‘When is your birthday, then?’
‘I do not see why it matters.’
Moments like these reminded Hajime that although Izuru was a man who had everything, he’d only been living for a few years now. He was sitting here absolutely pleased and amazed with the idea of an overly sweet cake. Had Izuru ever celebrated his own birthday?
‘Just tell me. We’ll celebrate yours when the time comes around.’
‘You cannot throw a celebration for someone who feels nothing.’ Bullshit, Hajime thought. But he kept that one to himself.
‘Humor me, wouldn’t it be interesting to see what we come up with?’ Everyone deserved that chance. If Hajime, the unloved talentless reserve course student could get here, then why couldn’t Izuru? 
‘Very well. I first awoke on June Ninth.’
June Ninth. June Ninth. June Ninth. Hajime repeated the date in his head to commit it to memory. Just a month ago, Hajime would have scoffed at the idea of celebrating Izuru’s existence. Maybe his life hadn’t been so unchanging as he thought. Just a month ago, Izuru would have never cared about Hajime’s birthday. It didn’t seem like change was happening on the surface, but they were there. Slowly moving. Always making progress. Is this what hope meant? Would they one day become more than just headmates? Maybe they’d become… friends?
‘I’ll make sure you have a great birthday, Izuru.’
Izuru was smiling just the slightest. Or well, this smile was as wide as it could get when Izuru was the subject matter. ‘Focus on your own birthday for now, Hajime’ that was his way of saying happy birthday, ‘ensure that this year you do not disappoint me with your existence.’
For once Hajime had a strong feeling that he won’t.
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ac3id · 4 years
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pairings: yandere!demon!namjoon  x  student!reader
summary: you are a rebel in your school. your teachers, parents, and even friends are fed up of you tactics. but your mysterious English teacher has taken an unusual interest you and promises to you show you a new world. a world better than the one you live in. how can you say no?
warnings: gender neutral reader, oral sex(m receiving),reader is also a virgin, age-gap kinda cus like namjoon is a demon whos 83756834758 years old n reader is a senior in highschool lmaooo
word count: 2.7k
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Like any other demon, Kim Namjoon needed to feed on human souls to exist. He hit the jackpot when he started as a teacher in Borealis Convent private boarding school. An endless supply of pure, untainted souls awaited him.
In a school that taught faith and hope, a demon lurked and controlled it from its shadow. He charmed everyone he met, his attractiveness added to his strengths, he was invincible. He had everyone in the school bent to his will, he was the ruler and no one questioned him.
Students often went missing which caused worries among school but as the principal magnificently covered up the disappearance, no one ever asked. The principal was a greedy pig. He had formed a contract with Namjoon- money exchange of his soul--How ironic.
They all blindly followed him not knowing he is the vicious monster they feared so much.
He lived peacefully- everything he needed was presented to him, he had no fear of losing anything. Everything fit perfectly under his fist and honestly, it bored him. But just then, you came along.
You were different from the others and, you knew it. Even though you knew that your parents and peers despised you for you being yourself, living life the way you wanted, you never gave into their greedy demands. You chose to stay true to yourself, fighting for your way, refusing to turn into another mindless robot who lived to satisfy the monstrous society. You felt bad for the others who could not see the world in your perspective- you, really did but the others didn't even try to give sympathy to you, they labeled you as a disgrace, a disappointment, anything vile so it could break your spirit and turn you into a follower whose only purpose is to serve money-hungry demons.
That was the reason he took a liking you. You shined like a diamond. No matter how hard they pushed you into the ground you never broke. You always got right back up, walking past the others- you were amazing. He couldn't wait to devour your soul.
Your soul was pure, unstained with the hunger of ambition he thought you would be his best meal but soon that hunger grew into something darker. Soon, he found himself obsessed with you- he wanted you all to himself, away from the rest of the world where no one could hurt you.
You and Namjoon grew close, he understood you like no one else. He was kind, gentle, caring, and oh so hot. You often found yourself thinking about him before you drifted off to sleep and it didn't take long for you to realize you were harboring a crush on your English teacher.The thought of Namjoon dominating you tantalizing and appealing in all the ways it made your insides twist with pleasure.
The thought that he would never be yours often sent you into a frenzy, some so many people suited him better than you did and it drove you mad. You wanted to be with him but you knew it would never be possible. So, you concealed your feelings deep in your heart for no one else other than yourself to bear with the pain of one-sided love.
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You sat on the concrete floor skipping through the pages of your novel humming to yourself. Absorbed in the world of fiction, you did not hear the swift angry clicking of heels behind you until you felt your book being grabbed out of your hands by force.
You turned around to see who had interrupted you from your peaceful endeavor. Turning around, you immediately regretted it. Looking down at you was Mrs.Lee, her face scrunched as radiated murderous rage. She pulled you up from your elbow steadying you straight as she glared at you,
"What are you doing here, L/N?" she snarled at you her teeth clenched and arms crossed. You internally rolled your eyes, "I was reading a book." sarcasm settled heavily on your tongue as you mocked her and it drove even madder.
"During my class?"
"Yes."
There was silence followed by Mrs.Lee skimming through the pages if your novel. "This book is banned from the campus, how did you get it?" she asked with repressed anger in her voice, you shrugged your shoulders and answered, " I don't know" Mrs.Lee pulled your hand and started dragging you towards the exit, she murmured how it was 'over for you' but as both of you were about to exit a familiar face appeared in front of you.
"Mrs.Lee," Namjoon greeted, you sighed internally feeling relieved since you knew he would save you from three months of detention.
"Mr.Kim! How nice to see you and would you look at this, L/N is skipping classes again." She pushed you in front of him, you looked down at the floor avoiding eye contact with the tall man as you tried not to burst in a fit of laughter. Namjoon smirked at the down at you as he saw you struggle. He sighed and turned back to Mrs.Lee, with faux disappointment in his eyes he spoke, "I see, L/N is troubling you again. They are indeed the problem child aren't they?"
"They are always skipping class and causing trouble and look at what they were reading here!" She handed the scandalous novel to him. He looked over the hard copy, immediately recognizing the genre.
"Erotica on school grounds? Seriously L/N?" He questioned, his voice sent shivers down your spine as he spoke with a grimace in his tone.
You don't look up from the floor as you feel his gaze linger on you. The urge to laugh which floated your mind minutes ago dies down when you recognize his disappointment in you.
"Mrs.Lee, please don't waste your time on them. You head back to your class, I'll deal with L/N."
Mrs.Lee hesitates for a second but obliges when she feels Namjoon's demonic stare burn her soul. She leaves you alone with Namjoon and takes her exit.
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You still look down on the floor, unable to look up at the dark-haired man in front of you.
"Y/N," he starts. A hand comes down on your shoulder and you finally look up at. He's smirking down at you, the book next to his face, "Do you, actually understand this book?" He asks. You feel your face flush at his implications as you stare off into the distance, "Yes, I do." you answer sheepishly.
You hear him laugh, his finger falls beneath your chin as he pulls your face up forcing you to look at him. "Are you a virgin, Y/N?" He asks his eyes staring deep into your soul, searching for something. You flush harder, your mouth agape, you blurt out a response, "That's inappropriate!!" Namjoon's smirk returns slowly casting into a sinister grin.
"What's inappropriate, Y/N? I simply asked you a question."
The longer you stared into his beautiful brown eyes, the more you felt yourself get riled up.
"So will you answer my question?" He asks- no demands.
"Yes." You meekly whisper. "Follow me."
You feel your heart hammer against your chest as he leads you to his office. He sits you down on the sofa while taking a seat opposite to you.
"Where did you find this book, Y/N," He begins, he sits with his leg spread as he leans forward moving closer to you his elbows rests on his knees. The book was placed on the small coffee table between the two sofas.
"My senior lend it to me," you look down at the book to avoid meeting at Namjoon's gaze. The way he looked at you sent shivers down your spine, it was dangerous and alluring.
"I see. Tell me, Y/N, when you read this book who do you think of?"
"W-What?" you shutter, you feel the room get hotter as it became harder to breathe, Namjoon sat in front of you his brow quirked he repeated the question. "When you read this book, who do you think of? There must be someone you want to do these things with?" His voice is like silk, you could just listen to him speak for hours on end.
"I don't- why are you asking me this!?" You squeal your face flushed red you recall all the nights you had spent awake thinking about the contexts of the book but instead of the main characters- it was you and him.
"Hey c'mon, why are you getting so angsty? If you tell me you want, I'll tell you who I want." Namjoon shifts in his seat, he leans back on the sofa his arms crossed over his chest. The smirk still played on his lips and the look in his eyes was coy. You clear your throat and answer,
"Jimin, I like him." You lie.
You did like Jimin but, it was nowhere close to how you felt about Namjoon.
your hands fidget , and He observes with a raised eyebrow.
"Jimin?" He questions, he is aware that you're lying but he decides to play along.
His eyebrows knit together and he sighs, "Well that's a shame. You want to know who I want?" you nod.
"You."
His lips curl as he looks down at you. Your eyes are wide open as you try to process his words. You try to come ready with a response but he beats you to it. "You know you're a bad liar? I know you want me too. Come here."
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"Sir,- We're not supposed to," you being but he simply smirks, arms crossed on his chest. "Well, who's going to stop us?"
holding your hips down to keep you positioned securely on his lap
your body jolts against his, a pleased smile spreads across his face, his breath fanned across your neck as he pulled you closer.
"Sir, I-.." you begin, but your voice betraying you and leaving you speechless as his lips continue to trail over your neck, kissing along your jawline and to your chest and collarbones, placing wet kisses on every inch. Your head automatically tilt backs, your body reacting to his sinful touch and allowing him better access. His lips were so warm, You melted into his touch and felt your heart start to beat faster. A soft moan escapes your lips, his ministrations making you slightly dizzy and lightheaded.
"Tell me Y/N, what do you want?" the words almost tickle against your skin, a mix of fear and excitement dances in your eyes, your stomach flips in giddy anticipation. He can't help the small dimpled smile tugging on the corners of his lips. His lips move to the crook of your neck, the eagerness growing as his lips suck and nibble on your skin to leave a mark behind, letting his tongue lick the sore areas afterward.
You let your hands run along his chest, a thin layer of sweat had formed on his chest. His shirt clings to his skin, grabbing around it, and while pulling his shirt over his head, your palms pressed against his broad pectorals, completely lost in the curves of his body.
You felt dirty, but you'd be lying if you didn't crave more. 
His hot breaths blew across your neck, making him shiver, his presence clouding your senses. Your lips hovering over his. 
"Sir, please kiss me," you whine. He looks down at you which his hand strokes your thigh. "Sir? It's Namjoon baby. Ask again." His hot breath falls on your lips and you beg again.
 "Please, Namjoon, kiss me." 
He complies and crashes his lips onto yours when you feel his warm lips on yours, your entire mind fogs up. Everything's a blur as you move your lips against each other, his hand slides slowly along your thigh and tracing the patterns of your leggings with his fingers. 
The kiss is intimate and rough, filled with passion. Your lips parted as his tongue slipped into your mouth, deepening the kiss. Your body melting against him as his tongue tempted and teased yours, dominating your mouth. Your hands move to his hair, tugging at his hair making him moan into your mouth.
His hands rest on either side of your hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles on them, you could feel him growing hard under you, the feeling of his hardening bulge poking you was overwhelming. You held onto his shoulders and ground yourself against him, your hips moving against his. He was grinding with you at the same pace, lips still on yours as he let out low groans of satisfaction
he pulls away from you, your lips chasing after his.
"I want you on your knees, baby." He demands. Smirking down at you as you get down on your knees. He runs his tongue over his teeth, unzipping his pants and pushing them down to free his cock.
his dick lays against his stomach. He strokes himself, eyes boring into you as you crouch below him, eyes fixated on his length marveling at the sight
"I'll show you a new world, Y/N. Come here" he orders, motioning toward his bulge. "(c’mon baby, shoe me wat doze handz do lmao )"
Riding on the confidence from before, you reached out and gently gripped him at the base, pressing your thumb along the vein on the underside and relishing in the noises it draws out. You angle your wrist slightly so you can continue stroking the spot, while mentally making a note to yourself to remember it for future reference. You feet his hand in your hair, stroking, gripping ever so carefully.
His hand moved to cover yours, and he assists you in stroking your hand steadily pumping along his length. 
"Like this, start slow." Your eyes widen in fascination, finding it impossible to form proper words, mouth watering the sight in front of you. Eyes trailing at the pre-cum leaking from the tip and licking it eagerly. Namjoon's strangled moan was all the encouragement you needed. You run your mouth around his dick while gazing up at his face-
"Fuck," swears escapes his plum lips, sending shivers down your spine. Gently letting go of your wrists as his eyes flutter close.
Namjoon's chest heaves as his breath quickens, eyes boring into you as your tongue darts out of your mouth, licking up from the base towards the tip getting his dick wet. You take him into your mouth and hollow your cheeks around him, tongue lapping around whatever it could reach. He starts thrusting forward, right down your throat, You immediately start to gag and place your hands on thighs to keep you steady. A thin glistening layer of sweat forms against his forehead. His breath was heavy and ragged, his chest huffing
you moaned around his cock, jaw aching, knees in agonizing pain, his hand gripping harder at your hair. "Fuck yeah baby, your mouth feels so fucking good," he pants.
 You take him further and further into your mouth, his groans get louder and more frequent. Your grip tightens around his strong thigh, nails digging into his muscle enjoying watching the pleasure wash over his face.
"Fuck," Namjoon growls through gritted teeth, and rolls his hips up into your throat, thrusting his hips with horny, reckless abandon.— which makes his thigh muscles tense.
Namjoon pulls out deliberately. His heavy pants accompanied a silent cry as he cums hard onto your face, stifled breaths cut short with a deep moan calling out your name. Gripping your jaw still in one strong hand his cock twitching before thick strings of cum spurting out and splashing across your face. Dripping over your swollen lips and dribbling down your neck, decorating the blossoming bruises painted on the expanse of your chest.
"you look so fucking sexy with my cum on your face, baby,"
"Such a dirty little rebel," He says in a breathy voice that sent shivers down your spine.
you fell back on your heels, feeling exhausted. You went to wipe your face, but he stopped you. Namjoon dragged his thumb through the mess on your cheek, collecting his release and bringing it to your lips, you eagerly sucked and swallowed at the cum-slicked fingers, moaning for more.
"You want more? Such a greedy little thing," He teases,
your quivering hand reaches out to gently push a strand of damp hair away from his forehead. His half-lidded eyes study your entire face before slowly dipping down to connect his lips with yours in a kiss.
Namjoon kisses your lips a little softer this time. You sighed into the kiss, relaxing a bit. His thumb drew small circles against your cheek as a way of comforting you and telling you that you've done a good job.
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AssClass Christmas Fics: Part 1
Group 1 + gift-shopping 🎁
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In which Kataoka is tired, Isogai is stressed, Maehara is a wholesome idiot, and Okano and Kimura are the embodiment of chaos.
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Wholesomeness, Slight angst on Isogai’s part
Length: 3,133 words
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In hindsight, Megu should’ve known better than to come.
It had seemed innocent at first when Maehara brought the idea up in their groupchat. He wanted all his closest friends to band together and take a trip to the mall for “some good ol’ Christmas gift-shopping.” He said it wasn’t likely they’d get to hang out all together until after winter break. Ok, fair point.
But now, as she sat exhaustedly in the dressing room of some teen store, surrounded by heaps of clothing, she realized she’d made a mistake.
“Hinano, please tell me this is the last one you’re trying on,” Megu begged as she reached for another garment. “We’ve been here for at least an hour and a half.”
“Mmm...I just have to find a matching pair of shorts,” Hinano hummed, at least looking somewhat apologetic. She gave Megu a wink. “After this, we’ll be all done!”
And with that, the smaller girl dashed off, probably in search of one of the store workers.
Megu groaned, giving a pitiful glance at the bag sitting besides her. She’d purchased one outfit, a matching belt, and a set of earrings already...while her friend was still not even close to being done.
“Might as well check what everyone else is doing.” Megu pulled out her phone and texted their groupchat. 
Kataoka: Where are you guys?
She got a reply a moment later.
Maehara: me n isogai r grabbing smth to eat rn
Maehara: but we’re gonna go to some store after
Ah...probably to get some gifts for Isogai’s siblings, Megu remembered fondly. 
“Oh, Megu, she’s still not done yet?” She snapped up to see a somewhat flustered Touka making her way into the dressing room.
The class rep sighed with a tired smile, setting her phone down. She shifted a bit to make room for the other girl. “No, not yet...did you get what you were looking for?”
Touka nodded excitedly, pulling out her gift bag. It was very small and plain-looking, nude with only a red ribbon tied around. She handed it to Megu, a shine in her eyes. “Yes. It’s perfect, exactly what we were going for.”
Megu opened up the bag and reached for the item inside. It was small yet carried weight, and was surrounded by fancy parchment paper. She delicately opened it, careful not to rip anything. “Oh,” she breathed. Touka was certainly right.
It was perfect.
Nestled within the folds of parchment paper was a lovely ornament, shaped like a rose and made of dazzling stained glass. A thousand colors reflected off of it as she gently held it up in the light of the store. 
Touka smiled softly, leaning into her seat. “I thought a rose would be fitting after, y’know, Karasuma-sensei’s love declaration in October,” she laughed. 
“True.” Megu laughed as she carefully set the gift down back into the bag. “No but really, I can’t imagine anything better than this for her. She loves roses and it’s sophisticated, but still...can remind her of our class.”
She patted Touka’s shoulder, her gaze soft. “We made such a good decision entrusting her Christmas gift to be picked out by you.”
Oddly, Touka’s face turned a bright hue of red and she glanced away, clearing her throat. “It’s no problem! I’m happy that I picked something okay.”
Before Megu could question her, their third companion came back in a flurry of more clothing. A pair of pants flew and knocked against Megu’s face, and she wiped it away tiredly. “Hina! You said one more thing!”
Hinano was already turned towards the changing stall, struggling to carry her massive load. “I know, I know, I’m sorry! But they have a sale!”
“Still-!”
“Wait, really?” Touka shot up, her eyes bright. “I gotta go look for some stuff too!” Within seconds, she was dashing towards the racks of clothing in the store, right into the massive crowds of people already scavenging for good sales.
Oh boy. Megu mentally prepared herself for a moment before following her. Might as well take advantage of the sales too, she thought wryly. She had been looking for a new pair of boots lately...
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“Yo, how about this one?” Hiroto asked, wriggling his eyebrows and holding up a video game-themed hoody jacket. It was child-sized and looked incredibly tiny against his large frame.
Yuuma looked in his direction, still combing through a rack of items himself. “Cute.” He grinned.
He reached over and touched the material thoughtfully. “Quality seems pretty good too. It’ll last him a while.”
“Yeah!” Hiroto agreed. “It’s super cozy, and will help him a lot in winter.”
“Okay, we can put this in the cart.”
Hiroto obliged and the two boys moved on from the clothing area. “Nothing else?” He questioned, giving a passing glance to aisles around them.
Yuuma hummed. “Well, we got a pajama set for both of them...a dress...two pairs of shoes, and now this hoodie. I’d like to get more but it’s Christmas, right? They’d probably like some new toys, not a ton of clothes.” He laughed.
“Ah, true.” Hiroto pushed the cart towards the toy section, following his best friend’s steady pace. This part of the store was incredibly hectic, and the sound of children’s cries and laughs filled it endlessly. Stressed parents flew around, trying to find the perfect toys. Boxes were everywhere, and it was very much a mess.
He barely caught Yuuma’s wince. As someone who also worked in a service industry, around Christmas time no less, Yuuma was probably sympathizing with the store clerks who’d be tasked to clean up.
They reached a random aisle that ended up holding all the lego sets. “I should get a couple of these,” Yuuma mused, looking around. “They love Legos, especially the bigger sets.”
“Uh huh...” Hiroto grasped his chin in thought, leaning his forearms onto the cart handle. “What about this?” He reached over and grabbed the box set. 
Yuuma leaned over to see it. “A firetruck and station,” he read. “589 pieces.” He smiled, looking up at Hiroto. “Perfect. Let’s grab it.”
“Awesome.” Hiroto was glad he was some kind of help. He knew this time of year was always incredibly stressful for his best friend, who not only had to study but work at the same time. And Yuuma would always buy his family some type of presents, so there was that added financial stress...
Not to mention...
Yuuma would never outright say it, but Hiroto knew that his father was on his mind even more than usual during the Holiday season, a time that places so much emphasis on family. 
The thought made his chest tighten. Hiroto always swore to himself that he’d help Yuuma and his family to the best of his ability, and it went tenfold during this goddamn month. 
The two looked some more before coming up with a few more toys. There was a science kit for his younger brother, and some new race cars. And a babydoll and a slime-making box for his little sister. The two kids would share the Lego set, and their older brother would help them build it.
“Now we just need to swing by over there,” Yuuma told him, gesturing to the side of the store where mainly women’s products were. Things like fancy soap, candles, etc. 
It was definitely a gift for his mom.
“Sure.” They made their way over, Hiroto still pushing the cart. “Hey, Isogai...” The name slipped uncomfortably from his tongue, leaving a taste of unfamiliarity. 
“Yeah?” Yuuma asked, looking through some house decorations. Hiroto took a short breath.
“Your family will love and appreciate whatever you get for them. It’s always the thought that counts, and that’s like...times ten with you. You’re a really good son and big brother, and that alone means so much to them probably.”
There was a pause.
“So please don’t stress yourself out, looking “for the perfect gift,” Hiroto added quickly. “They love you so much...”
Well, so much for nice encouragement. He just blurted out everything.
The sound of gentle laughter rang out, and he glanced up to see Yuuma looking back at him. His best friend’s eyes crinkled in a charming way as he spoke.
“Thanks, Hiroto...I couldn’t have gone through all this without you.” He ran a hand through his mop of dark hair. “And I don’t just mean this past month...thanks for being my best friend.”
He continued. “It’s when you say stuff like that...that brings me back down to Earth,” Yuuma admitted. “And I can actually...relax, even for just a little bit.”
Oh...
Hiroto coughed lightly, before beaming at him. “Well, duh~what are best friends for?” He winked. “I’ve always got your back.”
“Same here,” Yuuma replied, his gaze soft. 
His phone buzzed and he pulled it out, brows furrowing slightly. “Ah, Yada texted.”
Yada: help megu almost fought some girl over a pair of tights on sale
Maehara: LMFAOOOOOO well did she win?
Yada: ya of course
Kataoka: - _ - she deserved it
Isogai: Haha
Kataoka: also sorry to interrupt but
Kataoka: where the hell are okano and kimura????
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“I can’t believe you actually had a good idea for once,” Okano muttered, the blue light from the game reflected in her fierce gaze. “Coming to the mall arcade instead of doing some boring shopping.”
“Yeah, well, at least one of us used our brain cell today,” Kimura shot back, his thumbs moving rapidly. “If it was up to you, we’d still be circling around the penny fountain.”
Okano snorted. “Shut up.” She picked up the pace on the controllers, feeling a familiar drive to win piling up inside of her. 
Ten seconds later, “You lose!” was flashing at her on the screen while Kimura jumped up, throwing his arms up in victory. “Aw, hell yeah!”
“Fuck!” Okano hissed. “One more time!” She demanded, turning towards him.
Kimura smirked, calming down. “No thanks, I’m getting bored of this one now,” he replied nonchalantly.
Okano rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She looked around at the arcade interior, her gaze scanning around for anything that seemed interesting. 
“Oh! I love that game!” She exclaimed, gesturing to an iceball set up. “Come on!”
“Sure!” Kimura followed her towards the machine, seeing nothing else to do. “I bet I’ll win~” He sang smugly.
“You wish,” Okano scoffed, choosing the one on the left while he moved to the right. She inserted the proper number of tokens before smiling satisfied at the way the machine lit up. “I’m a beast at this game. Maehara can tell you himself how I literally destroyed everyone at this last summer.”
Kimura did the same and they both waited for the number of balls to roll down towards them. “Huh. We’ll see about that.”
“Just shut up and play already.” She had already thrown her first ball, smirking at how it fell into an 100 point slot. “Ha!”
“Lucky shot,” Kimura mumbled, tossing his first one. It fell into the Zero slot, much to his disappointment. “Shit...”
Thankfully, Okano didn’t pay attention. She was much too preoccupied with tossing her own balls, which all landed in the 100 or 250 slots. 
Kimura picked up the pace and continued his game. He groaned as all of them fell into the 10 point slots. The number of tickets coming out on his end was nothing compared to Okano’s long chain. Well...maybe my pitching is shit after all, like Sugino said. I should fix this...
“Done!” Okano shouted, throwing her last ball that fell into the 100 slot. She grinned at her list of tickets before looking over at him. “What’d I tell you, huh?” 
Kimura rolled his eyes, grabbing his final ball. Gritting his teeth, he tossed it with a carefull turn of his wrist. He watched in anticipation as the ball glided over all the slots...before falling right into the 5000 slot.
“Oh shit!”
“Woah!” Okano yelled, her eyes wide. “Oh my god, Kimura! You got the highest number!”
“I did!” He shouted back, somewhat in a daze. 
“That’s amazing!”
For a moment, it was like they weren’t rivals. Just a moment though.
Okano punched his shoulder, her lips curved. “Beginner’s luck,” she teased, but the fire never left her eyes.
Kimura laughed before his gaze fell back on his tickets. “Ah...it’s taking a while, isn’t it?”
Okano looked at it with a frown, pursing her lips. “It shouldn’t be.”
“Let’s give it another minute,” he suggested.
Five minutes later, Kimura felt like screaming. “My major accomplishment!” He sighed dramatically. “And no one was around to see it but you!”
Okano rolled her eyes, hopping off the floor where they’d been crouching. “Get up. Let’s go find a staff member.”
“Yeah...” Kimura stood up, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket. “Uh hello? What are you staring at?” He questioned.
No answer, as Okano looked thoughtfully at the game machine. “Earth to Okano~” He sang, waving a hand in her face.
Then she did it.
Something he hadn’t expected, but really it shouldn’t have even surprised him.
Okano swung her leg out before letting it collide against the machine’s ticket base. A booming thud rang out.
And almost immediately, tickets began streaming out. 
Kimura’s jaw dropped.
“There, it’s all fixed,” Okano smiled with a shrug.
“Are you crazy?” The words escaped his mouth instantly. “You pulled out some assassin moves just to fix a ticket machine?!”
“Well yeah~You can get your tickets now!”
“How did you even know that would work?! And doesn’t your foot hurt like hell?”
Okano laughed. “Honestly, I had no idea if it would work. But it did!” She glanced at her foot. “And it doesn’t hurt. That part of the machine is pretty hollow, and my foot has hit harder things so...”
Kimura frowned at her.
“I promise it’s fine!” Okano held her hands up. “Woah...look at your tickets! I think you can get a stuffed animal with this number!”
“Yeah maybe-” Kimura was cut off by a stern voice barking at them.
“Hey! You kids!”
They both jolted up as one of the mall security guards stormed towards them, followed by as pissed-off arcade worker, who pointed at them. “Those kids broke the machine to steal extra tickets!”
Kimura felt his mouth go dry. Still he tried to shout, “Wait no! It’s a misunderstanding, I got 5000! But it got stuck-”
And then he was cut off by Okano yanking his arm away with a strength he could only imagine having. The next few seconds felt like a blur and before he knew it, the two of them were running in the lobby of the mall.
“Come on, you idiot! You’re the fastest runner in the class, act like it!” Okano yelled, purposely agitating him. Still, Kimura fell for it and his speed increased immensely in just a second. Now, Okano was trying to catch up to him. 
Kimura dashed through the numbers of people walking by, being mindful to dodge anyone, especially the elderly or some children... He shouted out a “Sorry!” and an “Excuse me!” as he moved.
It sounded odd but he could hear Okano’s footsteps behind him, even amongst the clusters of normal civilians. Probably from all the times they trained together. Her steps were light and bouncy, barely touching the floor as she kept a stable balance. He always thought to himself how Okano moved like she could walk on air.
He made a sharp turn around a mall corner, narrowly avoiding a collision with three girls just trying to walk by. “Ah, I’m so sorry!”
“What the hell- wait...Kimura?” One of the girls breathed.
Kimura’s head snapped up at the familiar tone and he realized in horror who the girls were. “Kataoka! Yada! Kurahashi!” He laughed sheepishly. “How’s your shopping going?”
“Fine~!” Kurahashi chirped, somehow balancing five huge bags on one of her arms alone.
Kimura smiled at her. “That’s good...” He laughed nervously again. “Well, I should continue on my way-”
Kataoka leveled him a sharp glare, leaning in closer. “What do you think you’re doing, running around the mall like a maniac? And where’s Hinata?!”
“Uhm...”
“There you are!” All four of them jolted, looking up to see the security guard. Standing right beside him was a very annoyed-looking Okano, crossing her arms. Ah, so she got caught...
“I’m gonna need you to come to our office,” the guard spoke sternly, looking straight at Kimura. 
He sighed, stepping forward to comply before passing a pleading glance to the girls. Kurahashi frowned, Yada sighed, and Kataoka shut her eyes irritably. Then she spoke. “Officer...we’re friends with them, so we’ll come along too, if that’s okay.”
“Alright then.”
The girls followed them warily and Kataoka leaned in to whisper to Yada. “I hope your negotiating skills will come in handy now...”
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“Oh man,” Maehara wheezed, clutching his stomach. “Banned from the mall for a month?!” He burst out laughing again.
“Yeah...” Kimura’s head was dropped into his arms, which rested on the table of the cafe they were at.
“I’m glad you find this act of immaturity so funny,” Kataoka commented dryly, taking another sip of her latte. The liquid scorched her throat a bit, but she needed the caffeine at that moment. 
“Actually, I find it hilarious,” Maehara corrected. “Seriously, how did all that even happen? Why’d you run away?”
“I’d like to know too,” Isogai chimed in tiredly.
“Uh, haven’t you heard of fleeing from the scene of a crime?” Okano snapped, but it lacked its usual bite as she reached over for her hot chocolate.
“That only works if you can’t get caught,” Yada pointed out with a giggle, adjusting her scarf.
“Aw man,” Maehara chuckled, toning it down at the sight of Okano’s pout. “It’s okay guys. We’ll laugh about this in the future.”
“You’re laughing about it now,” Kataoka muttered sourly.
Maehara ignored her. “One day, we’ll look back on this as a super fond memory,” he said confidently, throwing an arm around Kimura.
“Not to mention, it was pretty cool how you used your kick, Hina!” Kurahashi chimed in, hugging her.
“Yeah, pretty badass,” Isogai agreed, flashing her a smile.
Okano’s lips curved up. “Thanks, guys...”
“I guess the whole thing was pretty ridiculous,” Kimura said. “Sorry for stressing you out, Kataoka...”
She waved him off but her gaze softened. “Just don’t let this happen ever again.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Maehara clasped his heads behind his head. “Ah, by the way, I’m gonna have to leave sooner than I thought.”
Yada squinted at him. “...Why?”
“Well, there’s this Christmas event at another store where they need a guy in a Santa costume...and you know...the elves are all pretty girls, so I gotta help them out-”
All his friends let out a collective groan. 
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ghostofstudentspast · 4 years
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Cheers Love
Sirius x Reader
It’s been so long since I’ve written anything let alone for Sirius so please be nice. This one is for @nebulablakemurphy ‘s 500 celebration! I looooved writing this blurb, it’s good to be back to writing.
PROMPT: “I’m not drunk enough for this” WARNINGS: Alcohol consumption? Uh I didn’t even swear in this haha
It was not an uncommon sight for you to be slung over the sofa in James and Sirius’ apartment on a Friday night, drink in hand. The room was filled with chatter and music serving as the soundtrack to many a conversation. Remus and Peter were currently involved in a very heated game of exploding snap, loser having to finish his drink. A small crowd had propped themselves up to watch them play and several girls looked ready to challenge the winner to a match.
Across from you, Lilly was animatedly explaining her theory behind Patronuses and how they chose their form. Her legs were strewn across James’ lap who had one hand resting on her thigh lovingly.
“I’m just saying, there’s no way it’s a coincidence James is a stag while also having a stag Patronus…right? Y/N back me up here!” Lilly urged you as you sipped on your mixed drink.
“You make some really good points Lil,” you nodded along with a small smile as James tucked a strand of her fiery red hair behind her ear. They were the sweetest couple you knew.
“I dunno Evans, we all know I’m a gorgeous hound and my Patronus is an ordinary black mutt,” Sirius dropped onto the sofa next to you with a dramatic sigh. You were forced to sit up straighter unless you wanted to spill your drink all over yourself.
“You’re a mutt in every way Black,” you smacked his arm with the back of your hand.
“Hey now, be careful, someone could take offense to that!” Sirius smirked at you and finished his drink while maintaining eye contact with you. A light flush warmed up your cheeks as he winked.
There was no denying that he was an attractive man. Even at school he had always been confident, flirtatious and clever. You’d never seen him in a relationship before, but you had seen a string of boys and girls alike leave his dorms the morning after a party. No one was immune to the charms of Sirius Black, including you, though you’d never admit it of course.
“I’m not drunk enough for this,” the man in question groaned from next to you and hid his face in your shoulder. You looked up to see what had caused this reaction and were met with James and Lilly completely wrapped up in each other, their lips glued together like their lives depended on it.
“Oh, come on,” you chuckled and patted his head, “I think it’s sweet. They’re willing to suffocate for each other!” you let out a soft laugh as your fingers raked through Sirius’ curls gently.
“Well, I wish they’d do it in James’ room,” he muttered under his breath, his tone was sharp, but his aristocratic features held a gentle smile. He plucked your glass from your hand and downed the rest of your drink.
“Hey! I was drinking that!” You exclaimed with a frown and stopped stroking his hair.
“Too slow,” Sirius grinned and stood up from the sofa. He grabbed your hand and tugged you up to stand beside him. You were almost entirely pressed to his side, you could smell his cologne as his arms circled around your waist to steady you, “let’s get us another drink then, love.”
Love. That one word sent shivers down your spine every time he said it to you. It was one of his many nicknames, but it was the one that made you weak in the knees every single time. With one hand on your lower back Sirius pushed the both of you through the small crowd in the living room and into the kitchen.
Sirius busied himself with your glasses, mixing ice, spirits and mixers easily. He was of course, a natural bartender. He pushed his shaggy black hair out of his eyes and licked his lips in concentration. He turned to face you, drink in hand and a proud grin on his face. He handed you a glass and his fingers grazed against yours. Sparks shot up your arm, just like every other time Sirius had touched you. Innocent, friendly touches that made you question your every move. No one ever electrified you the way Sirius did.
“Cheers Y/L/N,” he clinked his glass against yours with a smirk. You took a sip of your drink at the same time as he did.
The sounds of people laughing and talking fading into the background. The two of you secluded in the kitchen, Sirius was closer than you had thought. His eyes drawn to yours every time, there was no escaping the suffocating tension between you.
He stepped closer, placing his glass on the counter behind you, his arms caging you against the cold marble surface. Your breathing hitched as your wide eyes roamed his face, landing on his lips. His hand trailed up your arm and stopped only when he had reached your jaw. His thumb trailed across your lips and you let out a soft sigh.
“Y/N I-“ he leaned in and his lips touched yours ever so lightly. They were softer than you had imagined, gently coaxing you to respond. And respond you did. Your arms hooking around the back of his neck, hand sliding into his untameable hair. His hand still rested on your cheek, his other arm looping around your waist to pull you closer. Your body pressed against his, you felt him smile against your mouth.
“Hey Siri! Can you-ohoho,” James rounded the corner of the kitchen as the two of you sprung apart. “I was gonna ask you to round up the guests but uh…I can ask Remus,” James didn’t even try to hide his smirk as the two of you awkwardly leaned against opposite sides of the counter.
“No I can-“ Sirius started but James was already gone, no doubt on his way to tell Lilly what he saw. You covered your face with your hands, sure that your cheeks were impossibly red by now.
“Ohmygosh he’s never going to let us live that down,” you groaned into your hands and peeked through your fingers at Sirius.
“Let me take you out sometime.” His smile was soft, lips barely tilted up. He almost looked shy, maybe he was. “Properly, I’ll take you on a real date.”
“Sirius I-“
“Please Y/N, I really like you, it’s different with you, it always has been.” He tucked a strand of your hair back into place, his eyes wide like a puppy.
“If you would have let me finish,” you laugh and lightly swat his chest, “I would love to.” You grin up at him.
He kisses you again. Less gentle this time but you can still feel him smiling against your lips. You let out a small giggle in return and this only makes him kiss you harder. His hands travel to your hips and urge you onto the counter. You hop up willingly and he stands between your legs, hands squeezing your thighs gently.
“Yo Black- oh my god,” James walks back into the kitchen and covers his eyes.
“Is this going to be a habit Potter?” Sirius groans and pulls away from you to look at his friend.
“It won’t be, if you stop making out in shared spaces,” he whined and peeked between his fingers to see Sirius still holding your thighs, “you know what, goodnight Y/N!” he called and immediately darted back out of the kitchen.
You let out a fit of laughter and buried your face in Sirius’ chest. He chuckled along with you, his laugh grumbling through his chest and through you. It was warm and comfortable.
“A date, tomorrow?” you lifted you face to look him in the eye, hopeful.
“Tomorrow love,” He smiled and placed a soft kiss on your lips, “promise.”
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peaches-of-1 · 3 years
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Peachtober | Day 12: Haybale
Settlement | Reader x Ranch Hand!Namjoon
A/N: I did my best not to add pronouns/gender specifics refering to the reader, so lemme know if I did by accident or missed any.
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"So, we'll split up new volunteers with the regulars." The chubby older man in a blue plaid shirt said and read the list on his clipboard through thick glasses.
You were bummed that your best friend Rosé had been put with a different leader than you, but at least the cowboy you had been assigned to was cute.
His thighs seemed to fight against the faded blue denim of his jeans which led to a well crafted torso. And his smile charmed you in a millisecond, a flash of canyon like dimples and dazzling teeth.
Namjoon was his name, and he gave you a firm handshake as a greeting, along with a kind, "Thanks for coming to help out, Y/N."
"No problem."
Because a lot of people hadn't shown up, and the work was too much for just 2 people, Yoongi's group joined as well making for a total of five. It was September 25, and so the local farm was starting to set up it's annual Autumn Festival. Rosé was the one who had suggested it, and you had nothing better to do.
"Our jobs are pretty easy. It'll take a while, though. We have to take all the hay bales from the barn and make it into a maze for kids. The maze is already planned, but it includes a lot of lifting. Not too hard, right, Namjoon?" The dark haired man asked the honey haired leader. "Namjoon-ah?"
As your head turned to face the usual volunteer, you caught a glimpse of dark brown eyes looking downwards...at you? No, but who else could he have been looking at?
"Huh? Oh. Yeah, it's enough cardio for a week." He smiled as you felt heat rush into your cheeks. "Let's all drive over to the barn, and go from there."
The two other newbie volunteers hopped into the back, and you were about to join them when Yoongi called your name.
"Ride in the front with Joon. I'll explain to my crew." He held the door open.
"Ah, ok." Came your quiet reply.
The idea seemed sudden and kind of startled  you, but you were glad not to be sat in the rough bed of the truck. As the engine growled to life, Namjoon reminded you to put on your seat belt. Then the wheels began to turn as you were driven forward.
"So, uh, how long have you been doing this?"
He smiled, grateful that you spoke first it seemed, "I actually work in the city, but one of my young friends, him and his family run the farm. They needed some extra help, so I started helping about 7 years now." Regret tinged his ears a red shade as he said, "Sorry. I tend to ramble."
"It's ok. I don't think you rambled too much." You gave him a genuine smile.
"Eyes on the road, Joon!" Yoongi called.
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Once the first stack of hay bales were secured onto the truck, the darker haired man left with the other two. Namjoon and you were left alone to get the next stack ready for their return. His muscles rippled with every yank of heavy straw that you pushed towards him. No trace of the goofy and shy man you had rode with 15 minutes before.
"What made you join this year?" He drank a bottle of water he must've left here. "I recognized Rosé from last year. She looks good with pink hair."
You nodded and refused the bottle as you weren't thirsty...for water at least, "Yeah, I just wanted to do some work outside of my house and she signed me up for this."
"What's your usual job?"
"Oh, it's--OW" You pulled your leg back and saw a black spotted cat paw leading to your attacker.
"Wasabi! That's not how you treat guests!" He scolded the cat who now purred around his ankles. "She just had babies, so she's a bit protective. Sit."
You automatically dropped to sit on the block of hay you had let go. Namjoon went to a box on the wall with a red cross on it to get a small bag from it. He knelt in front of you.
"May I?"
You nodded and replied, "Mmhmm."
He lifted your foot to rest on his thigh and dabbed at the scratch with a wipe. You gave a sharp inhale, and he giggled.
"It's not even that deep."
"Still hurts." You pouted.
With a gentle rub, the too big bandaid covered the injury.
"I could sue you for this." You teased.
"If I kiss you, could we call it a proper settlement?" The question came out so smoothly you couldn't tell if he was serious.
Your eyes got wide. The sound of an approaching car pulled both of your attentions towards it. You quickly stepped back and Namjoon grinned at the ground.
"Sorry." He said before moving towards the door.
With a swift movement, he took up the straw you had dropped at Wasabi's scratch and you looked at the mama cat who meowed. It was if she was teasing you for not taking the chance. Yoongi came in to give her pets and asked where her babies were. She leapt down and took us to an old closet with a pile of discarded clothes inside on the floor.
"Awww, so cute! I want one~" The short red haired girl who was a part of Yoongi's group said, wanting to approach, but you put your arm in front of her as the mother hissed.
"We'll see." Yoongi replied and then spoke to Namjoon. "Just keep clear of them for now. We can make due with a few less bales."
"Gotcha. See you in a few."
The two quiet boys and the tiny red head left again.
"So, what do we do?"
"We'll kinda fence them in. Make sure no one else gets too close." He began to push a bale towards the area.
Following suit, a small barrier now separated Wasabi and crew from the rest of the barn. Looking around, most of the hay was on the second floor.
"You want me to go up there and toss 'em down?" You asked, spotting a ladder.
"Yeah. That's better than you catching 'em." He held the ladder sturdy, "Just be careful."
"If not, I'll just have to ask for more kisses." And up the ladder you went, not thinking too much of how cute his shocked expression was.
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Several tons later, it was time for lunch. Namjoon helped you down off the ladder, letting his hands linger around your waist before blushing, "We should hurry before the corn gets cold."
Even though you had the option of leaving after the meal, you convinced your ride to stay until you were done with the maze. You went back to the barn, but volunteers had to leave at sunset. Namjoon didn't say much during the meal to you, but it was ok since you weren't a socialite anyways. Also, seeing how familiar he had been with the other regulars, the Farm family's son Tae, and his dog which now joined you, was nice.
"You really have been helping out for 7 years." The words left your lips before you could even think.
"Yeah. I know everyone pretty well. Enough to know that Tae's got a little crush on you." Namjoon wiped his forehead with the hem of his shirt, allowing you to see his glistening abs in the afternoon sun.
You couldn't help but bite your lip, "Is that so?"
"Yep." He met your gaze. "You interested?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you interested in being with the farmer's son?" The way he asked sounded like it was more than one question.
How many in total? You didn't know, but you did what you did best. Told the truth.
With a firm shake of your head, you sat on the edge of the loft, "No. I'm not interested in him. He's sweet and all, but I don't have eyes for him."
"...I see. Any hay left up there?"
You looked behind yourself, "None that's like all together. Hey, what's this?"
"What's what?" He looked up to see your ass filling out the overall shorts you had worn today.
"Come up here and take a look." You replied.
So Namjoon climbed up the ladder to come see what had caught your attention and was pulled forward to be on top of your own nervous but eager form.
"Now that we're here, are you gonna kiss me or not?"
"You're the one who got us here. Can't ya kiss me first?"
"I wanna make sure it's mutual. Anyways, I can only be so bold, Namjoon."
A cheeky chuckle left his lips as he settled on top of you, looking into your eyes as they closed and waited for the heat of his lips made contact with yours. There was no way either of you could stop now as you grabbed onto each other as if you'd disappear if you let go for even the slightest moment. His left hand was on your hip while his right snaked up to the latch of your overalls.
"Is it ok? Can I--"
"Go ahead." You replied breathlessly.
As shaking hands fumbled with each, you couldn't help but laugh and help him out. A grateful grin was given before making out ensued once more. Namjoon wanted this to last forever, but knew this time would have to be quick. Before Yoongi and the two volunteers came back. Still, he'd be remiss if he did not properly prepare you, so he slid two fingers inside of you. Without realizing, your hips rolled into his hand and a string of moans left your mouth. The grip you had on his forearm flexed.
He watched you through all of it, noticing your blushy reaction of looking away. However, Namjoon kissed your neck as the sweetest punishment. You squealed and bucked your hips as fingers spread your needy hole.
"Hurry." Came past your lips in a whine as the last thing you wanted was to be caught by the others in such a situation.
"Wait." Namjoon took his fingers out of you and reached into a spot in the corner.
There seemed to be a box that he looked through as you ground your hips onto nothing. Yet you needed to move just for any slight sensation. He mumbled to himself.
You pouted and called out his name, "Namjoooon~ Hurryyyyy~"
The large man turned around and revealed an unmistakable box of condoms and a small bottle of lube.
He smiled and then bit his lip at the sight of your disheveled form, "They're not expired."
"Then fuck me already!"
Namjoon's dick jumped at the desperate plea and quickly obliged, lubing you up and rolling the rubber on. You wanted it inside you so badly, but he waited.
"You look so pretty." Honest words reached your ears.
Your cheeks warmed even more at the compliment and you couldn't look at him, all the bravery from earlier all but gone.
Then he leaned over you, hands on either side of your head as he growled into your ear.
"You'd be prettier with my cock inside you, though." And thrust into you.
The scream of pleasure which came out of your throat surprised even you. And though you tried to cover your mouth, Namjoon pinned your hands down.
Between grunts, he uttered, "Don't. Don't hide from me. I wanna hear it all. Oh fuck. Please. Let me hear how badly you want this."
As his own moans trickled out, you looked at his furrowed brows and the new layer of sweat forming on both of you. You groaned and moaned out his name and loving words of support.
"You're so great, Namjoon. Oh, oh, oh my God. You're doing so well. Ahhhhh, more!"
"Yes! Yes! Oh Y/N. Oh fuck!" His curses were a whisper, contrasting how he screamed your name like a prayer.
"Namjoon, yes. Harder. Fuck, yes!" You felt him twitch inside of you and moved your hips upwards to meet his.
He whimpered and began to suck on your nipples, giving them tiny nibbles here and there. Namjoon's breathing became thick as he made love with you. He looked up at you, brown eyes dark and glittering in the golden hour of the world.
"Y/N, I can't--I'm gonna."
You held his face in your hands, "Cum for me."
He released as soon as the door opened, and you had to kiss him to muffle his scream of ecstasy.
"Namjoon? Y/N? Is this the last of it?" Yoongi asked.
Namjoon replied, "Yeah. If you can take it all on one go, that'd be great." in a voice that was clear for someone finishing up an orgasm and was still bucking inside of you.
You couldn't help but twitch, making him look down at you with your own hands muffling your own moans and eyes filled with tears. Right on the edge. You were right there, but you couldn't get there with the other man so close to catching on. The seconds passed by in the form of endless hours as Yoongi was quiet for no reason.
"So, you gonna go?" The thick chested man asked.
"Yeah. Alright, we'll start loading the truck. Wanna help out, Joonie?"
The man on top of you whispered, "Fuck." Before clearing his throat, "Nah. Kinda busy."
Yoongi's voice held a smile in it, "Oh, I see. I'll tell V you wanted to give the volunteer a tour." He then left.
You hid your face into Namjoon's shoulder. You wanted to cum so badly. The barn door closed and Namjoon began to pound into you after a sigh of relief. He was hard again. Did he like the idea of getting caught that much? It was a fleeting thought as the sound of a truck driving off allowed you to moan again. Your body convulsed as the ranch hand abused your g spot now that he found it. You gripped his arm, wrist, whatever you could hold onto as your orgasm finally reached its peak.
Heavy pants as Namjoon pulled out and lay next to you. He kissed your lips once more and you curled up into his side.
"That’s such a great settlement." You let an airy chuckle out.
Joon looked over at you, only able to laugh at your comment. The two of you decided to hurry and get dressed, and he walked you to the bus taking the last bit of city folk back. He called out your name before you went on, picking a piece of straw out of your hair and sticking it into his mouth.
“Come back soon.” He smiled so large that his dimples became a cavern.
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Evander Wade Hate AU - Chapter 4
MasterList for Evander Wade Hate AU 
Word Count: 3260
This is an au where Evander Wade is secretly a villain solely because I hate him and also I fix most of the major problems with cannon.
WARNING FOR SUPERNOVA SPOILERS
TRIGGER WARNING FOR DISCUSSION ABOUT PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL ABUSE
Please reblog as always. Reblogs and comments >>> likes.
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The next morning, Nova didn't show up at Headquarters, still calling in sick. Once his shift was over he went over to her house, saying that he was going to check in on her to see if she was feeling any better. But the reality was that he needed to talk to her about her being Nightmare.
He knocked on the door and she let him in, taking him up to her room where they sat on the rickety iron twin bed with a worn mattress that she had probably never even used. Nova was sitting on her knees, picking at the old comforter.
"We need to talk," Adrian said.
"I figured," Nova sighed. Danna must have given her a warning as she seemed very calm about everything.
"So you're Nightmare."
"Yeah," she said, running a hand through her hair. "But even if you still hate me by the end of this, I just want you to know that my feelings for you were real. Are real."
"I don't hate you. Danna informed me ahead of time so I had time to process it all. I just want you to explain a few things to me."
"Well what do you want to know?" Nova asked.
"Did they hurt you growing up?"
She seemed stunned that he asked that first. It only upset him more. He didn't want her to have been hurt and it made it seem like no one ever had cared about her well being until she met Adrian and the others. But despite all, her safety should have been first and foremost.
Before you interviewed criminals they got medical assistance. Before people were put in prison they got medical assistance. Crime or not no one deserved to be treated as sub-human with their health disregarded.
"Emotionally or physically because I'm only now realizing the emotional damage," Nova pointed out.
It wasn't a response that made him feel any better about the situation and it certainly didn't reassure him that the answers he'd be receiving would have any positive effects on him. But Adrian needed to know whether or not they hurt her growing up to see how deep all of this ran.
"Tell me about both," he requested softly, squeezing her hand.
"Well I sort of now figured out that other 17 year old kids aren't continuously guilt tripped by full grown adults with the death of their parents in order to get them to kill people," Nova said. 
Adrian grimaced. It made things more clear and her actions more clear. He knew she had felt guilt over the death of her parents but she was a child. She still wasn't an adult yet. Neither of them were. She shouldn't have felt guilty about it and Adrian assumed she didn't have much of an outlet to talk about it.
"And there were some other things but I found out recently that a group of adults trying to create a child soldier is apparently messed up which is something the Renegades certainly have a problem with too. In all fairness why the fuck are so many minors involved in all this stuff?"
"That's..... that's actually a fair point," Adrian admitted. It didn't make much sense that there were a lot of underaged people, including him and all his friends, involved in fighting crime.
"But besides all that.... I did get hurt a lot physically growing up. I mean it wasn't intentional. It was from being trained but I still got hurt often even though no one could take me to a doctor or anything like that because we didn't have money or food or anything and if we did the Renegades would take it away. The Anarchists shouldn't have trained me as a child soldier and the Renegades shouldn't have constantly taken away our bare essentials."
Nova kept going and he listened the whole time. She had a lot of valid criticisms for both sides and the more Adrian thought about it, the more he understood her actions and that the Renegades really weren't a great alternative to the Anarchists.
The Anarchists may have abused and manipulated Nova her entire life, but the Renegades allowed that and made the situation worse by depriving them of basic necessities. Adrian wasn't sure if after Ace took her if they ever looked for what happened to Nova, but they certainly must have thought she was dead if they did and that wasn't a mistake a government should have been making. They didn't let the Anarchists have anything but the tunnels and when teams like Genissa's came and destroyed all their resources. She didn't know the Anarchists were bad because she was a child and raised by them and because she was trapped with them thanks to the Renegade's policies, she had no one to tell her otherwise. If she did escape, not many people would help Ace Anarchy's niece, even if she was just a child.
"Nova you have every right to be upset with everyone," Adrian admitted. Every adult in her life had failed her and the systems put in place to protect vulnerable children only harmed her even more. She saw and experienced the flaws of both sides first hand and deserved to be angry about it. Her entire life had been ripped away and no one bothered to give it back.
"I didn't even know that what I was doing was wrong," Nova sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I mean my whole life all these bad things happened to me because of the Renegades and it just made me more eager to listen to the Anarchists because they were the only ones that bothered to take care of me. All I saw was that the Renegades were bad and needed to be gone but now I don't think that the Anarchists are right either."
"I see where you're coming from. I mean I always thought that the Anarchists were terrible and the Renegades were great because I was raised by them but I understand what you mean by the fact that neither side is doing the right thing."
"Yeah," Nova said. "I mean at first I hated everyone and I hated you and I didn't understand how you were one of them. You and the whole team and Callum too. All of you were so nice and sweet and caring and different compared to what I was told you were life and it made me question whether the Anarchists were actually right." 
"Well I don't think the Renegades are right either. I mean I saw Genissa kill Hawthorne and then her team ransacked the tunnels because they could," Adrian said. "I mean I saw the problems before which was why I became the Sentinel but it's become more obvious as time has gone on."
Her eyes widened. Adrian had forgotten that he hadn't told her that and based off her hate for him, which he was understanding now because she was Nightmare, it was a large shock and she would need a moment to process it like he needed some time to process that she was Nightmare.
Nova did her best to hide it though. He could tell as he expression of surprise was gone in a split second but it remained in her eyes.
"I can't even be mad at you for that," Nova said. "I mean I'm Nightmare. It's not like I'm much better in terms of secret identities. I honestly shouldn't be surprised."
He raised a brow. "What do you mean by that?"
"Of course you're the Sentinel. Of course this is how it played out. You always want to do the right thing no matter what so of course you would break the rules to do so," she laughed. "However, how did you get all those powers?"
"Tattoos."
"Tattoos? Adrian, that's genius. Show me!" Her praise was quickly overrun by her own horror. "Sweet rot I fucking shot you! Adrian I'm so sorry I didn't know it was you."
"Nova," Adrian said gently, taking her hands in his. "It's alright."
She cupped his face.
"How?" She asked. "How are you so nice and kind and gentle to me after everything I've done to you."
"Because whether you knew it or not, what you've done was more or less forced upon you."
"That doesn't mean I'm a good person."
"Well you regret those choices and you don't want to be an Anarchist any more so that's a good start. I think you can make it to a point where everyone else will know you're a good person too."
"I still don't get how you can believe in me so much."
"It's because I care about you Nova. And besides. What's left to hide? You're Nightmare. I'm the Sentinel. We've both gone after each other and hurt one another and somehow I still want to kiss you."
"Really?" She asked, breath hitching while her eyes lit up.
"Really," Adrian said. "Everyone has a nightmare. Maybe I want you to be mine."
She snorted and then he kissed her.
This time, when they kissed, it felt so different then before. There were no more secrets and there was nothing stopping them. They could just be a boy and a girl who were dating and stealing kisses and cuddling and being normal. 
"Wait," Nova breathed, pulling away. "Show me your tattoos." 
Adrian had a feeling that she either hadn't guessed that they were on his chest or that she was well aware of where they were and didn't care much at all about that.
It must have been the first option because when he peeled off his shirt to show her, she diverted her eyes with a faint blush rising up her neck and face.
Instead of noticing the tattoos first, she found the bandages around his middle, eyes filled with concern.
"Adrian what happened?" Nova asked softly, worried.
"Genissa," Adrian explained. "Tried to keep her and her team from killing Hawthorne but got this instead."
She frowned and then lifted up her own shirt, showing a healing patch of skin at her side to match his. It must have been from when Genissa threw the pike at her. It was mostly healed now and Adrian realized that she must have taken the Vitality Charm and used it that night which explained why it was missing and why Nightmare wasn't stopped by Agent N.
"I guess that makes two of us," she laughed before dropping the hem of her shirt.
"As smart as it was for you to take the vitality charm I'm going to need it back," Adrian told her.
"I think I can manage that. I can give it back to you and you can act like you found it on the ground somewhere in your house," she suggested. 
She reached out and traced over the lines of a tattoo on his bicep. 
"Do any of that tattoos allow for the tattoos to be hidden?" She asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Have you considered making a tattoo that makes you able to make your body look like you have no tattoos. They're still there but... invisible. It could be helpful. If we need proof for some reason that you're not the Sentinel or maybe if you get hurt or just don't feel like having them visible," Nova explained.
Adrian grinned. It was a brilliant idea. He'd have to figure out what tattoo would represent that, maybe a little ghost or something, but it was doable.
"Have I ever told you how incredibly genius you are?" Adrian asked.
"You could mention it a little more," Nova said, grinning.
Her fingers were still running along the art on his body, following the curves and lines repeatedly like she was trying to memorize them. She then paused, her fingers spread out, and her hand slid up to the back of his neck.
She pushed herself up on her knees so she was eye level and then kissed him. Adrian wrapped his arms around her, holding her tighter and pulling her onto his lap, her legs falling to his sides.
"Hey Nova," he muttered against her mouth. "You're a genius."
Her lips curved into a smile. She kissed him harder and he moaned softly. Adrian's mouth slid down her neck and she gasped lightly, tilting her head back. He nipped at the hollow of her neck and very much enjoyed the whimper that came out of her mouth.
It seemed Nova was feeling even more daring then before as she pulled Adrian down on her. It took him by surprise but he wasn't complaining.
He sunk into it and so did she, one of his hands buried in her hair and the other at her ribs. The feeling of their bare skin colliding, the heat of their bodies against another, and the softness of her lips were a good mix.
Nova brought his mouth back to hers, slipping her tongue in slowly which was another thing that surprised him but he wasn't upset about. Her hands slid up his stomach and chest, up to his shoulders where one fell down to his bicep, holding it tightly, and the other reaching behind him to his back. Nova's nails dug into his skin. It hurt but not enough to care though he had a feeling that there might be nail marks later as she was clutching him like he was the only thing in the world left.
Adrian then dared to move his hands, placing them on her thighs and sliding up so his fingers were under her shorts. He held her gently, drawing small circles on her skin while he told her words of affection.
He wanted to show her how much he cared about her, how precious she was to him, how happy she made him feel. But he wasn't going to push. 
Over the course of their few months of dating, having gotten together after the fight at the Cosmopolis Park, they had definitely kissed a lot and not even when they kissed on his couch before the Gala compared to this. It might have had she not knocked him out, as he was now sure that's why he fell asleep, but it was still different. There was far more physical connection happening then they had ever had and it was different emotionally. Everything was wholly unguarded. There were no more lies and secrets holding them back anymore. It was slow and gentle and sweet and not rushed like they were trying to make the most of a relationship they both thought was going to fall apart eventually.
Nova was quivering beneath him and while she was still kissing him and holding him, he couldn't tell if she truly wanted this or not. Adrian contemplated if she was just trying to please him and go along with him kissing her because she didn't know much else but doing what others wanted or if she was overwhelmed by her own decision, either by making it or the results.
Either way Adrian pulled away, settling at her side while she continued to lie down, tilting her head to face him. Nova looked disappointed that he pulled away but he could tell she was trying to hide it, almost as if she was ashamed of it.
"Are you okay? You're shaking," he pointed out. "We can stop if it's too much for you."
Adrian remembered her telling him at the Gala that if he did something that she didn't like or didn't want happening to her, she'd stop him. Still, he didn't take her quaking body as a good sign and he didn't want her to feel like she had to do anything with him for whatever reason she may have had.
"No it's fine," she breathed, smiling. "I'm just not used to so much physical contact in a positive way."
His heart sank.
"Nova it's perfectly alright to take your time with this and let yourself get used to smaller acts of physical affection before we move on to bigger things," Adrian said, reaching out and pushing back a strand of her hair. "You're always allowed to tell me no. I'm never going to be upset with you for it."
"Okay," she said, nodding and slipping her hand into his. 
She wasn't shaking as much but she was still breathing heavily like she was overwhelmed. It would probably be some time before she was more comfortable getting physical but he was willing to wait. They had been together for a few months and were taking things slow anyways.
Nova was stunning laid out beside him, her hair splayed around her like a halo and her dark brown eyes shimmering in the dim light of the room. She was gorgeous just like she was when he ran into her at the parade, just like when she had kicked Gargoyle's ass, and just like at the gala and every other day. He wasn't sure if Nova was aware or not but a lot of Renegades their age had crushes on her, boys and girls alike. It was hard not to when she was beautiful, strong, and had put the Gargoyle in his place. Everyone liked her after that and part of him was thankful that Nova had needed him for whatever plot the Anarchists dragged her into or else someone might have beaten him to dating her.
Adrian leaned down and kissed her forehead before Nova pulled him back over top of her, this time resting her head on his shoulder. She had one of her hands in his hair and the other drawing circles on his spine.
"It's weird," Nova whispered. "I never liked the Renegades, and I still don't like the Renegades now just to be clear, but you're still a damn good superhero. You certainly helped save me after all."
Adrian smiled. "All in a day's work right?"
Nova snorted and then pressed a kiss to his neck, holding him tighter like he was safety, some sort of protector for her. He didn't blame her for latching on.
Everyone in her life had failed to protect her, whether they tried to or not. The Anarchists certainly didn't keep her safe after all they had put her through and neither had the Renegades as their mistakes had put her in the situation in the first place and made her stay there. 
Nova certainly could hold her own and when it came to fights she didn't need protection. She could kick anyone's ass including his but there were some things everyone needed protection for and for Nova that was the Anarchists and even the Renegades possibly.
Adrian wanted to protect her. And he was going to follow through with it. He was one of the first people in ten years to genuinely protect and care about Nova and he wasn't going to mess it up. And that meant fixing the whole situation even if it would be incredibly difficult.
They still had yet to figure out how Nova was even supposed to leave the grasp of the Anarchists. It couldn't have been that simple. It was down to just Queen Bee and Cyanide and as far as he recalled, they were the nicer Anarchists out of the ones that lived in the tunnels. That didn't mean either of them were going to give up their hold and power over Nova anytime soon though.
Adrian just prayed that he could get her to a safe place and soon.
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Blood Daffodils.
Hello!! OMG, I can’t believe I’m finally posting this chapter ✨ I’m so so nervous but I just wish that you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it 💕 Let me know what you thought in the comments! 🙌🏻 Ps. I’ve checked but I’m sorry if you find any errors in this one.
Chapter 15: You Take My Breath Away.
Draco knew that running away, bargaining with death, having your best-friend/ex-boyfriend (if he could call Theo that) turn himself into a Death Eater, and being currently hunting horcruxes, could change a person and their perspective of life. That was why his first reaction to him noticing the Golden Trio’s behavior was: maybe I’m just paranoid.
Yeah, right.
They were hiding. They were keeping secrets. They were lying to his face about it, saying that absolutely nothing was going on. Draco was starting to get really pissed off about it.
He was climbing up the stairs when he heard the love quarrel that actually wasn’t one.
“He has to tell him before that, Mione” Weasley whispered rather loudly. It was weird that the muffliato wasn’t in place, most of the times Ron was the one who reminded everyone about it.
“I’m not talking this with you, Ronald. You heard him loud and clear yesterday.”
Wild guess: they were talking about Potter. It was a pretty heavy assumption because yesterday the two of them almost didn’t talk to Draco nor James and Sirius.
“He is lying. How can you not see it? You’re supposed to be the brightest witch our age!”
“Okay, so you want to risk it then? Go on. Do it yourself. I don’t want that on my conscience.”
The flowers in his lungs started to scratch him. He was just hoping that they weren’t talking about the Hanahaki... There were little things that Granger wasn’t willing to do, and telling Harry the truth about Draco’s condition was one of them. Weasley had held it in for longer than he expected, he guessed that it was only because he couldn’t be a hundred percent sure that Potter loved him back. The only thing that everyone in the house knew for sure was that Potter fancied Draco, and Draco fancied Potter. There was this grey area where Sirius and Mr. Potter looked at him funny whenever he was with Harry and, occasionally, he wondered if actually everyone knew that Potter fancied Draco, and that Draco was hopelessly in love with Potter.
He walked toward Granger’s room and knocked.
“...Yes?” She said.
“Can I come in?” Draco asked gently.
Soon enough, the door was being opened and Weasley was looking at him worriedly. He couldn’t blame him, Draco only was this gentle when something was wrong.
“I’m bored.” He stated in a lame attempt of getting them to stop talking about whatever nonsense they were talking about.
“Well, I’m going to take a shower.” Replied Granger as she grabbed her change of clothes and walked off her room. Weasley followed with her eyes and then turned to look at Draco.
“I’m going to start cockblocking you and Harry if you interrupt me and Mione one more time, ferret.”
“Does it really count as cockbloking if I interrupted when you were sitting two meters away from each other? And fighting?”
“Considering that you and Harry had like five and a half years of fighting as flirting then yes”
Draco blushed and pulled a face.
“We weren’t flirting.”
“Maybe he wasn’t (which I doubt) but you were.” Weasley said as it was the most obvious thing in the world before asking him to play chess with him.
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Dear Theodore:
You would know if someone were planning to stab you behind your back, right? Because sometimes I feel like this disgrace to Salazar’s name for trusting people too much. I trusted you to choose to run away with me, for instance... Okay, low shot, sorry.
I’m panicking. Potter, Granger and Weasley are acting weird and my flowers are hurting me more than usual, like a warning maybe? And I don’t know what the hell to do. I don’t have a clue about why they are hiding things. I asked James and Sirius about it and the only one who has the same feeling as I have is my cousin. Mr. Potter says that it’s just because we have trust issues. If I’m lucky enough James is right and this is all in my head.
It would be so much help to have you around, you’d wouldn’t be afraid to call this fuckers out in their stupidity. I try not to be afraid to say what I think but I fear that I can’t afford having another fight with Harry after the last one, i coughed enough flowers as it is.
Please be safe and don’t be stupid,
Draco.
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He was finishing his make up. It felt weird to care for something so banal and shallow in the middle of a war... But it was his first date with Potter in his entire life so sue him for acting as it were the only thing in the world that mattered right now.
When Harry has asked him out the flowers almost tried to jump off his lungs to get to the boy. Their awful timing was something truly remarkable. Potter watched the petals fall from Draco’s mouth and his face darkened. Before he could take back the offer, he responded enthusiastically:
“Yes, I would love to.” With a smile to match his happiness. Potter nodded and smiled right back at him and Draco thought that he was going to pass out from the tickles alone.
Now, as he was finishing applying the soft silver eyeshadow, he begged for the flowers to behave tonight. Coughs made Potter sad and nervous, so they needed to be kept at bay.
He looked at his reflection, taking in the image. Maybe it was too grey? He thought as he added some glittering white in the inner part of his eyelid, giving him a little more light in his look. As far as he knew, Potter liked when he used make up, he always got nervous and his cheeks turned red. The only logic assumption was that, yes, Harry liked him with make up.
What he didn’t know was whether if Potter liked his muggle clothes or his posh robes more... Draco always felt more attractive in muggles clothes, though. He guessed that remembering Theodore taking one look at him in muggle’s jeans and pushing him up against the door of the room of requirement to snog his face off had something to do with that. And Theo was a lot of things, but he truly had taste (aesthetically speaking) so Draco was going to trust him on this one.
He took one last look in the mirror. The black jeans hugged his legs leaving little to the imagination... They were Sirius’ actually, they just didn’t fit him anymore so he gave them to Draco as well as a lot of other stuff. The black combat boots were the only ‘not formal’ shoes he had and giving that he was wearing jeans he chose to wear them with the outfit. A tight black T-shirt and his favorite green oversized sweater too. He looked good, he just wished that Potter would think the same.
He left the bedroom and started to walk down to the kitchen. Harry had asked for him to meet him there, and he had absolutely no idea what the boy had in mind to achieve have a date in a house full of people. As he got closer the voices in the kitchen became clearer.
“I’m going to cry, Padfoot! Look at our boy.” Mr. Potter’s voice sounded so fond and sweet.
“Dad stop it!”
“I can’t believe that you actually matched your clothes, Harry. You didn’t even try when you dated Cho or Ginny.”
The daffodils started to dance when they heard Granger say those words. ‘WE ARE SPECIAL. WE ARE SPECIAL. WE ARE SPECIAL.’ He smiled softly and stopped himself from entering just so he could hear a little bit more.
“Do you remember the charms, Prongslet? If at some point you need them and you can’t remember just knock on our door, alright? Better safe than sorry-“ Sirius said and the flowers started to tickling him to death, his face was blushing. Good thing that Potter interrupted him.
“Shut up, Padfoot! As if you don’t remember making me take notes of the whole bloody talk.”
“Hey, don’t forget the silencing charms, mate” Weasley said playfully and Draco decided that Potter was tortured enough for one evening. He turned the knob and entered the kitchen.
As soon as he crossed the door, his eyes went directly to Potter who was standing right across of the room. He looked gorgeous, his jeans weren’t as baggy as they normally were, maybe someone tried to transfigure them for him. His flannel blue shirt contrasted with his beautiful green eyes. His hair wasn’t fixed, Draco guessed that Harry was aware that he liked it just as the bird’s nest that it was. And lastly but not less important: Potter’s cheap cologne was all over the room, it was the only thing that he was capable of smelling.
Harry was looking at him, frozen in place. The blush in his cheeks was quickly invading his entire face. Weasley pushed him in Draco’s direction, gaining a glare from Potter before the beautiful green eyes locked with his grey ones.
“Yo-You look n-nice, Malfoy.” The stuttering was so cute that the daffodils started to scream to kiss him senseless. Patience, you stupid flowers.
“Nice? He looks hot!” Weasley said with and indignant tone in his voice, Draco couldn’t help but to chuckle. He saw Granger punching the redhead in the arm and his friend let out a pained noise. “What? I don’t like blokes and even I see it.”
Potter was getting pretty annoyed with his friend so Draco decided to change the subject.
“You are not that bad yourself, Potty” He said smirking and Harry offered him a gorgeous smile.
The rest of them where whispering like children and Draco contains his urge to snort and tell them to fuck off.
The boy gestured to follow him and they went up the stairs. When he asked why he had suggested to meet in the kitchen, Potter responded that it was actually Sirius’ and Mr. Potter’s request; they had mentioned not being able to help Harry to choose his robes for the Yule ball or to give him dating advise in general, so maybe watching him go (even though they were staying in) to his date was like a symbolic thing for them.
They were standing in the hallway then, right in the middle of it. Harry took out his wand and mumbled an incantation as he pointed it to the ceiling. A wooden trap door manifested itself. Draco frowned.
“It’s the attic. I wanted to go somewhere but we can’t leave... Dad mentioned this to me.” He clarified before waving his wand and making the door open to reveal a wooden set of thin stairs that leaded to said attic. Potter made a playful bow and said: “After you, Sir”
Draco raised his eyebrows with an amused face and started to climb up the stairs, trying to hold on tight to the railing because the bloody thing was too steep. The flowers were dancing so happy that he felt dizzy.
“A true gentleman then.” The blond boy replied as he was four steps higher than the boy.
“Actually, I just wanted to look at your arse.” He said with that sassy and playful tone that Draco loved so much. He almost chocked with the petals as he snorted.
As soon as he saw it, he gasped. It was beautiful. There were shining color lights hanging above them, the only illumination that the room had... But there were hundreds, at least it seem so, the entire ceiling was covered up with them.
“Did you do this...?” He asked, his eyes still fixed in the beautiful lights.
“Yeah... Found them up here. Sirius used to be obsessed with Christmas lights... He charmed them to work without electricity, says that it took him about four months.” The boy walked towards where he was and looked up as well. “My grandparents used to hang them around the house for the holidays, Dad told me that they didn’t like them much, but Padfoot was so happy when my Grandmother offered the first time that they started to hang them every year.”
“Euphemia sounds like an angel.” And when he turned to look at him, the boy was smiling warmly and nodding.
The date was wonderful. Harry had prepared a picnic, they ate on the floor with a blanket and cushions that were a whole more prettier than the ones that were at the living room. Draco suspected that the boy had transfigured them himself.
They ate and talked and laid over the blanket to watch the lights above them. Draco was fascinated with them and Harry apparently was fascinated with Draco, because he could feel his eyes on him... All the time. The flowers couldn’t stop tickling him.
“Draco.” The green eyed boy called for him.
Something in him shifted. When he turned his head to look at those marvelous green eyes, he was hit with unimaginable want. The Daffodils, him, it was all the same now. Because Potter did this for him. He worked so hard to give Draco this, to show that he cared... Even if it never got to love, how could he keep avoiding this?
“Harry.” He responded, almost like a whisper.
The dark-haired boy ran his fingers through his hair and Draco shivered, closing his eyes.
“I’m so glad that you saved me in fifth year.” Potter said, so honest and kind. Draco could have cried of happiness just from those words alone. The flowers twirled inside of him. “I’m so happy that you are here.” He wanted to kiss him, it felt like it was the only thing in the world that mattered.
“I’m happy to be here too. With you” Draco added softly before leaning, closing the short distance that was between them, and pressing his lips over Harry’s.
The unbearable need to be with him, to be as close to him as it was physically possible, felt like fire... It felt like a fire that came from deep within him, bright and hot, burning everything in its path... Somehow it felt like the flowers were part of it too, like they were dancing around Draco’s heart, in the middle of the fire and they were enjoying every second of it.
Everything felt so new... The way that Harry was grabbing his sweater, the noises he made, his gorgeous green eyes reflecting the colorful lights that shone above them... It felt so new, so perfect... And he felt so utterly, irrevocably, in love with this boy... No, this man. Because that was what Harry had become, that was who he was kissing senseless, the man he was in love with: Harry James Potter.
And he couldn’t find it in him to hold back anymore. Maybe the flowers would get even more clingy and needy after this, but who cared? It didn’t matter. It was meaningless compared to Harry. Everything was meaningless compared to him.
Being so close to him was perfect, it felt like their bodies were made for each other... That their paths were meant to cross, to give them this. Even with all the fights, the banter, their different values and opinions..
They were made to learn from each other. They were meant to know the other so well that, even without speaking a kind word for five years, they could still understand each other. They were meant to slowly accept the other, with every flaw and every strength... They were meant to learn how the other smiled, cried and kissed.
And Draco gave Harry a part of his heart with every touch, with every single kiss and praise that he whispered into his ear. He gave him whatever he could, feeling like the luckiest person in the world...
Even with the Hanahaki, even if this was just temporary... He didn’t regret a single thing.
Later that night, in Potter’s bedroom, after they climbed down the stairs of the attic, still kissing as they smiled, trying not to fall, Draco found himself with Harry sleeping soundly on his chest. The Daffodils were so drugged that he could barely feel them. The smell of Potter was different, mixed with his smell...
As he closed his eyes, the lyrics of the song just appeared in his head. It was weird because he never particularly felt attached to that song... Not like with the others... But he just kept singing it in his head until he fell asleep.
Look into my eyes and you'll see
I'm the only one
You've captured my love
Stolen my heart
Changed my life
Every time you make a move
You destroy my mind
And the way you touch
I lose control and shiver deep inside
You take my breath away
You can reduce me to tears
With a single sigh
(Please don't cry anymore)
Every breath that you take
Any sound that you make
Is a whisper in my ear
I could give up all my life for just one kiss
I would surely die
If you dismiss me from your love
You take my breath away
So please don't go
Don't leave me here all by myself
I get ever so lonely from time to time
I will find you
Anywhere you go, I'll be right behind you
Right until the ends of the Earth
I'll get no sleep till I find you to tell you
That you just take my breath away
I will find you
Anywhere you go
Right until the ends of the Earth
I'll get no sleep till I find you to
Tell you when I've found you -
I love you
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