#i feel like we just got a huge hint at some competition

[chaoticloving]

So... I had this funny request.. See.. What if Reader is a famous personality? Like they are an actor and a singer at an young age? Like they worked for movies like Harry Potter and marvel and then later on took singing as career option which resulted being an awesome choice as their music skyrocketed. So what if One directions manager arranged a collab with reader? And one direction was also a huge fan of her but Harry had a huge celebrity crush on reader which he had hinted alot of times in interviews which fans could see, reader didn't knew them well only that they were a famous band and she didn't knew their names too? as she was rather busy with her own stuff plus she didn't knew fans shipping her and harry? So when they all saw reader at the office because it was kept a surprise for them with whom they were gonna collab so Harry started fan girling? I mean it's just pure fluff and teen love?

Performance of a Lifetime

harry styles x reader

a/n: lil blurb for ya! changed it a bit! plus some cheesy h for you!

Harry’s never felt more excited in his life, entirely exhausted, but had that excited-about-to-vomit feeling inside of him while practicing this dance routine.

Its how all of one-direction was feeling at the moment. Wanting to drop dead like flys but not because they needed to impress a certain singer, joining them for a charity performance.

Y/n was a house-hold name, from a young age of being a child star, working her ass off to be taken seriously without being taken advantage of, she slowly dipped into the world of music before she started to become the face of the music industry. She was doing a joint performance with one-direction this friday as the headliner for the day.

Harry nearly fainted when his managers told him they were preforming with her; he also didn’t hesitate to go to dance rehearsals when asked too. He needed to make sure his performance was flawless but also needed to work up his abs—and by work up he means create.

This afternoon though, will be the first time him and be the rest of the band meet Y/n. Harry new he had some competition over winning the stars heart; both Zayn and Louis were trying suspiciously hard during rehearsal to outshine one another, and Harry hated every moment of it.

Soon enough though, they were out of the showers and changing into more professional clothing to meet the singer. Harry was tapping his foot, rehearsing how he was going to introduce himself and win over the girl.

“You ready?”

“Huh?”

Niall chuckled and wrapped his arm around Harry as they walked down the long hall. “You’re going to meet your celebrity crush! Big day for you.”

“I don’t have a celebrity crush-“

“Everyone has a celebrity crush. Mine in Selena Gomez.” Niall chided. “I think Zayn likes one of that Hadid girls, Liam likes Miley Cyrus, and Louis likes any celebrity that people say are nice—which I think is a good thing honestly.”

“How’d you know that then.” Harry sighed.

“You remember in X-factor days, those stair videos we did?” Harry nodded. “Someone asked who our celebrity crushes were, and I think yours is the only one that hasn’t changed.

Harry shook his head, ignoring and hoping that Niall is the only one stupid enough to remember whatever video. “But you saw Zayn and Louis in practice today? They were trying much more than normal, no way they don’t have a crush.”

Niall shrugged his shoulders. “She’s hot. Of course they do. I mean, if she talks to me and is nice I might.”

Harry shoved Niall off of him and groaned, speed walking away from his friend and trying to catch up to the rest of the boys.

“Wait up you dolt.” Niall yelled. “Don’t be stupid, I follow the girl code—I won’t date, flirt, or fuck your crush—and the bro code—I will hype you up. Scouts honor.”

Harry sighed. He was grateful for Niall’s help, really; but sometimes it gets a little carried away with matters of the heart.

“Hurry up ya pussys!” Liam shouted from the elevator, holding the door open for the boys. He got a smack from the manager, John, who gave him a stern glare for his word choice.

Harry and Niall got into the cramped elevator and watched as the doors closed. Harry watched the red numbers go up, slowly yet not stopping. He started worrying as he got higher and higher, it was less than five minutes until he meets his crush—he shivered at the thought.

The doors chimed and then opened. The boys pushed each other out, Zayn, Louis, and it seems now Liam were all extra eager to meet Y/n. John walked slowly behind the group, typing away on his phone.

The say the assistant who stood up when the men entered and made a gesture for them to follow her. She knocked on the door. “Y/n you’ve got your entourage here.”

“Entourage-“ Liam questioned, before the door swung open.

Y/n glanced over the boys, giving them a once-over, and then opened the door fully to let them in. “It’s nice to meet you all!” She chided, flashing a quick smile. “Come in! Come in!”

The women turned around and sat at the other end of a long table, filled with mood-boards, pictures, and tons and tons of sheet-filled binders. The rest of them joined on the opposite side. Harry didn’t miss the glance Y/n sent him, it wasn’t as confused as the last time though, it was more…curious.

Harry ignored that thought. He’s just being delusional.

“Alright so one-direction I can’t wait to preform with you all this weekend.” Y/n’s assistant handed her a clipboard, and she flicked through the pages. “I see the songs you want to preform, and I must admit, I’m not hugely familiar with your work and would like to go over them.” Her manager nudged her. “Sorry.” She sighed, clearing her throat. “I’d like to get to know all of you foremost.”

Harry blinked, but Liam didn’t. “My names Liam, huge fan of your work—both music and film. I sing, dance, date, you name it!”

“Alright nice to meet you-“

“I’m Louis. Raised in Doncaster. And I like your work too, especially that one song on your last album—the one that goes like “why not me la la—“

“Would it surprise you if I told you he’s a singer too.” Zayn smirked, hand on Louis’ shoulder to get him to stop. “I’m Zayn, and to make the rest quick that’s Niall and the one on the end is Harry.”

“Hello.”

“Hey.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you all. And I’m Y/n and quite frankly I’m ready to get to work.” The boys nodded in agreement, a little afraid. “So...Story of My Life.”

~

“Y/n how was it preparing for this event with a group of boys? Annoying I bet.” The interviewer asked.

Y/n and the boys were in their stage outfits, less then an hour left until their due on stage. Harry had on his black skinny jeans, and a grey tang top, his tattoos on display—trying to go for the edgy, bad-boy look. Y/n had on black baggie jeans and a tight, cropped bra-like shirt to match. Harry liked how they looked coordinated.

“It’s been a trip, honestly.” Y/n laughed. “I didn’t know much about one direction, but I like to think that that I’ve made some friends.” Y/n giggled as she pulled in Harry, her arm around his neck. Harry was quite shocked, first of all, he wasn’t apart of the interview, and second of all, she considered him a friend!

“Can you confirm Styles?”

“Oh yeah. We’re best friends at this point.” He delivered his million dollar smile (with a hint of desperation in there) and felt the heat from his blush on his cheeks rise up. “Nice break from those losers back there.” Harry pointed to the boys behind him, shooting the shit and trying to look better.

“How cute you two look! All matching! Was this on purpose?”

“Uhh.” Harry didn’t know what to say. Luckily Y/n saved him.

“Of course! Gotta have the main attractions coordinating!” She joked, leaning into Harry’s chest.

“How cute of a couple!” Harry’s jaw dropped and could feel Y/n freeze. “I’ve got the others to interview! Good luck!”

~~

How Harry got through the performance will forever be a mystery. How he will face Y/n again is an even bigger mystery.

After the interviews went on, more and more people questioned or reminded him of his relationship status with the star. He couldn't even get much of a break after the show because they swung into even more interviews, some better than others though.

Y/n acted odd though. Harry thought back to different relationships he has had with women he was friends with, none were this close to him, sometimes the hug here and there but never hand holding or arm around the neck constantly. Harry was getting mixed signals and was scared he was misinterpreting Y/n's actions. But the public eye, and his band mates, were always around watching him so it's not like much could be said without fear of someone knowing.

"Alright, I think that wraps up this interview. Next in two." Some manager said.

"Hey." Y/n whispered. Harry glanced around him, no one was near; the other boys sat on a separate couch from him and Y/n, and no praying ears were about.

"What?" Thats how you flirt Harry? Come on.

Y/n smiled though. "I just wanted to say I liked hanging out with you today."

"Really?"

"I wanted to know if you could hang out again, but without everyone else?"

"Like a date?" Harry gasped, voice not even a whisper.

"Yeah? If thats alright?" Y/n asked, looking at the dreamed out Harry who was rapidly blushing. "H?"

"Get ready boys!" ... "And Y/n."

"H were are almost live." Y/n reminded him, fixing herself up and then him. "Wanna answer?"

"Good afternoon-"

"Yes." Harry interrupted the interviewer, looking over at shocked Y/n. "Of course! I know this great place off of some road-"

Harry got knocked with a pillow by Niall, who gave him a rude look.

"Anything you wanna share mate?" The interviewer asked.

Harry smiled, finally looking where he should of been all this time, instead of the girl next to him. He nodded his head, held up high and straightened his shirt.

"I got a date."

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x famous!reader #harry styles x singer!reader #harry styles x actress!yn #harry styles x actress!reader #harry styles one direction #1d!harry styles #1d!harry #fetus!harry #fratboy!harry

[mitten-kittens420]

I miss early seasons of sunny.

And not really the type of jokes— I think dark humor is hilarious (duh) but some times they were a bit much. But I miss the dynamics. I feel like it’s even stretched up to s10 but the past few have felt so different. They felt out of character even though it’s still the same writers and the same characters and what not.

I guess I just miss when it seemed like The Gang actually cared about each other a bit. As much as they could, anyway. They’ve always been pieces of shut but they’ve always been each others pieces of shit, and it was special.

Even if they were doing something for their own gain, there was always a hint of them doing it for each other. Like, for example, Charlie Got M*lested. Dennis and Dee went full on private investigator, and sure they were only trying to “help” their their own ridiculous ego-centric/competitive reasons, but the factor the matter is they were still trying to help Charlie. In Charlie Has Cancer it seemed Dennis was truly concerned when Charlie told him, if not a bit uncomfortable. And I feel he only acted so weird because the way the Reynolds household worked when they were little. That’s a whole other post in itself, however.

In Dennis And Dee Get A New Dad, Charlie tagged along with Mac to visit his dad— and sure it was because the idea that Mac’s dad could be like a father figure to Charlie as well, but he was there to support Mac at the end of the day. As well as the fact they were so ready to beat the shit out of D&D’s biological dad for Frank.

In Dennis and Dee Go On Welfare, the twins hung out and acted like actual siblings. There was bickering and arguing sure, but that’s just how you act with your sibling. They hung out, they enjoyed each others presence, and it didn’t always have to be some huge joke about how everyone hates everyone.

Charlie Gets Crippled— when Dennis hit Charlie with his car it was real concern he had seeing Charlie in the hospital. As well as in Gun Fever when Dennis accidentally shoots him. You even see Dee talking to Colin about Charlie— letting him know Charlie’s okay. Like a friend does. Like you do when you care about someone. They even say they’ll help Charlie out with his rent!

There’s many more examples so I’ll just breeze through them here so this post doesn’t get too long. Dennis checking on Charlie and helping him write Dayman, Dennis knowing exactly how to calm Charlie down in The Gang Gets Extreme: Home Makeover Edition (and The Gang Goes to Hell), Sweet Dee Gives Birth, Dennis is a good brother. We see him being a good brother. And it’s not for any reason other than to care for Dee while she’s having her baby. Sweet Dee Has A Heart Attack, Dennis and Dee bond like actual brother and sister and he’s concerned about her well-being— actually concerned. In The Gang Wrestles For The Troops we see Charlie Dennis and Mac enjoying being together. We hear about them wrestling and having fun with one another and they stick together in those goofy fucking bird costumes. Macs Banging The Waitress: call it selfish desire or extreme attachment issues and an insane ego, but Dennis was troubled when Charlie and Mac agreed they were bffs and not him, he tried everything to get Charlie to change his mind. Charlie Kelly: King Of The Rats— I could write a whole essay on this episode alone. Dennis Dee and Mac went above and beyond for Charlie. Just to make his birthday special. Mac And Charlie Write A Movie: again, they just act like friends. Real friends. It’s obvious they cared for each other. In Charlie’s Mom Has Cancer they all try and figure out a way to help. And yeah there’s that whole subplot of Dennis not feeling anything, but I feel like that makes it matter more that he wanted to tag along to find a “cure”, whatever that cure may be.

And there’s so many more instances of them just…. Enjoying each others company. And I’m not saying it doesn’t happen anymore, I’m just saying it doesn’t happen nearly as often as it used to. It feels like now they’re just a group of ex-friends that all resent each other just below the surface. They had selfish reasoning, they always did, but they also cared about each other. The things they did, they did to try and benefit each other. And maybe it’s just because their characters are being flanderized, maybe I’m insane, I dunno. I just miss old Sunny.

#cain’s rambles #idk does this make sense??? please tell me I’m not crazy #maybe I’m just feeling nostalgic #it’s always sunny in philadelphia #it’s always sunny in philly #it’s always sunny #always sunny #iasip #mac mcdonald #charlie kelly #dennis reynolds #dee reynolds #frank reynolds

[mmriesoftvat]

CHARACTER ANALYSIS: WANDERER VS CYNO.

i've talked extensively to people about my thoughts on this, so i'm going to preface this entire post with my OPINION that wanderer is playing around during this fight. he's incredibly strong and has hundreds of years of fighting experience over the other contestants. he was ordered to keep an eye on them, not to actually harm them. THAT SAID, "playing around" also doesn't mean not doing anything. he's clearly still fighting, but i think the difference is that he's enjoying himself more than he anticipated. and of course, there are contestants that brought him a decent enough challenge and even tested his skills. but ULTIMATELY wanderer was not throwing his full strength into the ring. he was taking it easy and holding himself back. please don't come at me.

that said, let's get on with it!

here we have our first screenshot. he's not touching layla, he merely is taking the diadem from her. it's a huge blink and you'll miss it moment, and i had to slow the video way down to capture this shot because of how fast he's moving. had he been more serious, wanderer would have at least done something more. this is the first hint we see that he's holding back/taking things semi easily. he's just taking it and going.

i really love this shot of her confusion. layla has no idea wtf just happened. wanderer is a zoomy boy, okay? very "hi bye!". i love it. she's heckin confused, probably didn't even see him.

oh but faruzan definitely saw him. now she's mad. it had just been between her and layla, and now EVERYONE'S there, all fighting for the diadem. competition just got more high stakes for her. go faruzan, get your crown.

THIS was the first moment i realized wanderer wasn't being serious. if he were actually competing, he probably wouldn't have slowed down/stopped to stare at faruzan. everyone else was in it to win. he's just holding out the diadem and. dare i say, even taunting her? hat guy you silly billy.

bonus dialog after he stole the diadem right out from layla's arms. again, zoomy and zippy boy.

look at he go.

this is the first time he's being targeted. notice how he's not attacking her back. he's attacking her device in self defense.

self. defense. though, i will admit that he does throw out some half assed blades later on, but for now, he's protecting himself.

so far, yet again, he's moving in self defense. i don't know for sure if he knew the others were laying in wait and purposely flew toward them. i feel like tighnari definitely planned on hitting him, but wanderer is flying at the moment, and is still moving fast. quick reflexes though, i'm impressed. wish i could be like that.

this is his expression to cyno's weapon being thrown in his direction. to me it looks focused, like he's thinking on the spot and less "i'm going to demolish this guy." wanderer is actively thinking while moving. either for strategy or to dodge, but i love the tiny detail in that his gaze is focused right on that staff, and he looked very in the zone. and of course in the next shot, he uses his own abilities to knock the staff away.

now cyno, on the other hand. cyno is also very focused. he's definitely not playing around. that expression, what little we can see of his eye, very much screams "i'm going to pummel you into the ground." he wants that card. he's here for the win and he's going to take it.

the fact he lands and immediately starts running tells me he's NOT going to hold back. he's throwing his all into this. i love the contrast between him and wanderer. wanderer seems more focused/thinking on the spot on how not to hurt them. whereas cyno is looking to win and wanderer is someone he can target. especially considering wanderer is still holding the diadem. to me it also is very telling how low to the ground cyno is. he's still hunched forward, that guy has speed on his side and he's using every bit of it to get to wanderer.

here is wanderer, readying himself to attack cyno. and again i say he's holding back. because in the next shot-

he's landing on cyno's staff.

i've already talked about and reblogged recently a previous post where i went into detail over how strong wanderer is. if he really wanted to, that staff would not have stopped him from kicking cyno's face. we know cyno is strong, he's incredibly strong. but wanderer is also hyper strong and can do things that i don't think cyno can. plus, it looks like, to me at least, that he didn't even aim for cyno's face. the staff came up to block cyno, and wanderer immediately landed on it. there are a lot of things he could have done to take cyno out, but DIDN'T. every time i think about this entire cutscene, this moment right here is the biggest giveaway that wanderer's not being wholly serious. he landed on the staff and stared down cyno, and then jumped off. cyno may be taking this fight serious, but wanderer is holding back.

wanderer DOES throw out an attack, but i feel like it's him knowing that cyno's also fast as hell and can dodge easily. going back to the beginning, he didn't hurt layla or faruzan because he didn't want to hurt them. since cyno's also very strong, i'm pretty sure wanderer was comfortable enough to throw something out, knowing cyno could handle it. in that same vein, i don't think he got that chance with tighnari earlier, because he was too busy dodging all those arrows. i digress.

wanderer attacked because he knew cyno could easily dodge.

like so. cyno's able to block the attack because cyno is a very skilled fighter. not that none of the other contestants aren't skilled, but wanderer also just stopped to stare at faruzan rather than attack her. he had every opportunity to throw his anemo at her and layla, but he's only doing it with cyno. probably because cyno is also very fast and quick on the reflexes. still, it's a cool scene, it's my favorite cutscene in the entire game.

i mean, look at the way cyno's sliding to dodge. guy's practically doing the splits. but no, more seriously, look at the expression on his face. he's just as focused and determined, though i still think they're both focused and determined for different reasons. like i said earlier, cyno wants that card, wanderer just wants to do his job and make it out without anyone getting seriously hurt.

again, wanderer being really fast and dodging cyno's attacks. he's still throwing out his anemo, but he also flies around to make sure cyno's paying attention first before attacking again.

it's hard to see since even with the video playing really slowly this is what i'm able to get. but cyno was able to block the attack. the fact that wanderer waited until he could tells me he was holding back. were he more serious, he wouldn't have waited. at least, i don't think.

cyno is running so fast here it looks like he's gliding. maybe wanderer is a little more serious at this point. here is an opponent who can match him in speed at the VERY least, if not strength. i would even wager to say he's impressed. he's used to being the lone wanderer, hating the world around him and belittling everyone for being weaker than him. but here comes cyno who can match him in terms of speed and agility. who WOULDN'T be impressed by that? so maybe wanderer is a little more serious about who he's up against, especially considering they've been fighting each other more than anyone else in the competition fought each other. in this last round, at least. doesn't mean overall wanderer is completely serious over the whole competition.

another act of self defense. though i think in this case he didn't exactly have a choice. cyno caught him off guard. wanderer didn't have time to dodge or launch a counter attack -- cyno was too quick for him. no choice but to block the attack.

i feel like in this moment, it looks like wanderer wants to keep fighting cyno. the stare down is really intense, and it's intimidating when you see that cyno's surrounded by electro. the guy is ready to destroy something. i feel like, at least for the briefest of seconds, they both forgot about the competition and were more interested in fighting each other. but kaveh was attached to faruzan's device and flying in really fast.

bonus, i love that layla and faruzan have just been. standing around the whole time. i don't know where tighnari went. probably looking for another angle to shoot wanderer with.

just because wanderer is distracted by a flying kaveh, doesn't mean cyno is. more proof that wanderer isn't completely serious. why else would he turn his back on an opponent? cyno's not distracted, he's gonna get that diadem and win. he's so determined.

kaveh isn't even a threat. he's flying right by everything, probably too panicked and confused to let go of faruzan's device. but wanderer is reaching out anyway to spin him around. which, to me is the whole point: he may have had some enjoyment and flying around, but ultimately, the diadem was not his to take and the competition wasn't his to win. cause if he wanted to win or cared at all, he would've just taken the diadem to the podium himself. which wasn't what he was ordered to do but that's beside the point. the entire fight was nothing more than idle time wasted (and some unspoken bonding with cyno, i'm convinced of it.)

he's actively spinning kaveh around, though i think the device kaveh is still holding is helping. i don't think wanderer really intended to hurt anyone, he's just moving them around, toying with all of them.

cyno's still coming for the diadem. he wants it. but wanderer purposely holds it out. maybe he planned for it? because cyno succeeds in knocking it out of wanderer's hands. it goes flying up, leaving it open for kaveh to use his toolbox to grab it.

which of course, the force sent kaveh tumbling head over heels right to the podium. had wanderer not grabbed him and redirected him, wouldn't have happened.

the rest of the scene is kaveh basically winning the competition. but my ultimate conclusion is that wanderer was holding back. he didn't start attacking the other contestants until cyno came along, because cyno is just as terrifying as he is. i feel like wanderer enjoyed the fight, and would have continued had kaveh not shown up with the device, which provided a perfect opportunity for wanderer to redirect him and send him flying to the finish line.

wanderer was in the competition because of orders, and didn't NEED to fight. he could have continued to toy with everyone, but cyno brought out a different kind of focus in him. i'd like to think he enjoyed that fight, but he was definitely holding back. there were moments where wanderer could have kicked cyno in the face or launched him, but he didn't. and the only reason he attacked was in part because he knew cyno could dodge, and in part because he was keeping cyno distracted long enough for kaveh to come flying in.

it's another testiment to wanderer's strength and even character development. it's one of the reasons he's my favorite character, because while he's still the loner and an asshole at times, he does show his respect toward people in his own way.

#( CHARACTER ANALYSIS. ) #( WANDERER VS. CYNO. ) #this is my opinion #i love this fight though #i love how strong they both are #it was a really interesting and fun cutscene that showcased both their abilities #i wanna see more stuff like this in the future #long post #i mean it's definitely long

[writing-makes-me-human]

How The Marauders React... To Others Flirting With You

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Featuring: James, Lilly, Peter, Regulus, Remus, Sirius and Severus 

James:

James presents a strong front, he will charge toward you two immediately and force himself into the conversation no matter how awkward it gets. He can pretend to have any level of knowledge about any topic you talk about as long as he can watch you two closely, checking body language and making sure you weren't actually into the dick.

"Hey, guys! What are we talking about?"

"Hello James"

"Hello y/n. Transfiguration you say? Yeah, I'm a bit of a master on it myself!"

"James you turned Peter into a spoon last week"

"Ignore y/n, always such a kidder ha ha!"

James will force his way into the conversation and if the unwanted visitor doesn't take the signs and continues flirting and chatting with you James becomes petty quickly and very competitive about stories.

"That's nothing, in the second year I got detention for a month because I broke into McGonagall's office"

"James they were just trying to tell us a story about how they had to stay after class to help clean up!"

The entire interaction is uncomfortable but when the third party finally takes a hint and leaves, James won't wait until there even out the door before he starts talking down about them

"You better be careful around them y/n, I heard they have warts"

"Warts, James?"

"Huge fat ones, right on their as-"

"Alright alright! Thank you, James!"

"Just looking out for you y/n"

Usually, that kills the relationship but James won't hesitate to keep up his tactics for weeks at a time, his stamina and dedication to driving them away are undefeated as of yet.

Peter:

He keeps out of the conversation, even if you invite him over he quickly leaves not wanting to possibly deal with a confrontation against the much more smooth talker.

He feels self-conscious and tries to find you after you've finished talking and entertain you as much as he can so he doesn't feel like he's losing you to somebody else.

When you finally manage to sit him down and ask him if he's alright he confesses that he felt inferior to the other person, he tried to explain that he thought you were too good for him without making it seem like a guilt trip but it came out all wrong.

You sit quietly and listen as he explains how he feels so stupid and less interesting than other people who were very interested in you seemed, he told you about how when he tried to talk about it he felt sad.

You smiled gently and held him close before explaining that while you understood where he was coming from, it sounded like he had a lot of self-confidence problems he needed to work on but that you would be here for him for as long as that took, that you would never be disloyal and he was never obligated to stand guard over you like a dog because that just wasn't who he was as a person.

That made him feel good for a long time and anytime he saw you laughing with someone else he just repeated what you had said to him in his head and assured himself that you were his.

Lilly:

She is of the philosophy that killing with kindness was much more acceptable than jealous rivalry. If she ever felt threatened by someone encroaching somewhere they didn't belong she would make it her life work to find out everything about the newcomer.

She would befriend their best friends, door mates, housemates, classmates and just about anybody else who knew them on her hunt for knowledge. If she found out anything unfavourable about them well it was just her duty as your good friend to let you know!

Anything problematic was reported back to you and if the little problem didn't resolve itself or declare itself as just a friend then Lilly would become a little more creepy, bringing up where the person lived and what their parents did to try and weed out the problem. The most amazing thing about her tactics was they could never be seen as hostile and who on Earth would believe it if some crazy kid started walking around saying how creepy and invasive she was because she was just sweet Lilly Evans!

She was never this vindictive in anything else but her self-confidence triggered a protective flare in her to keep you around her. She had lost Petunia, because of her jealousy towards Lilly yet here she was being just as spiteful. She felt bad afterwards but when she looked up at you she felt a little guilty part of her heart give up and say it was worth it.

Remus:

Remus was an observer, he would simply sit and death stare at whoever was making you laugh so loudly during which a nasty gleam lit up in their eyes while they looked at you. It was enough to make Remus boil which of course made his friends tease him endlessly as they watched old moony turn into a jealous shit talker.

"Who the hell even are they? It's not like y/n has a class with them!"

"Wow, moony no need for the language!"

"Shut up Sirius. Tell me, do you think the little bastard is that funny? I mean come on y/n is just playing it up to try and be nice",

He may catch your eye once or twice as you can feel the hot stares on you and the chatty Cathy begin to sear. When you eventually turn around with your hands in the air to ask what the big deal was he would just look back down at his book or whatever he was doing and act like he hadn't even seen you notice him.

Secretly however Remus was exploding the flirt with his mind, over and over again.

When you can take the time to break off and seek Remus out to ask him what he was doing he made a big show of talking to you, touching your arm, your hair even bringing you in to whisper something in your ear to let the stranger know you were his friend, not theirs!

When you finally realise what's got Remus so wound up you simply giggle to yourself and indulge Remus in a silent show of support as you kiss him on the cheek and go back to talking with the flirt which leaves Remus speechlessly gawking after you.

If the bastard didn't know how you felt about Remus before, they knew now.

Severus:

Severus didn't let the flirt get too comfy and immediately set about making it known that he was your only friend that could flirt with you.

"Severus, have you meet--"

"Charming I'm sure, excuse me you're in my way"

The idea of hexing them crossed his mind and after a while of debating, he went for it, silently tossing a jelly leg hex over his shoulder while turning and leaning against a wall to watch them flounder around while he tried to hold in your laughter and help them up at the same time.

When you finally look around and notice Severus staring down at them with a smirk, wand out and taking a mental picture of the rival's embarrassment you know immediately what's happened and storm up to him to demand he does the counter curse.

"I don't know it"

"Oh Severus don't be a toss, you know everything"

"Not that one I'm afraid"

"It's either that or I take them to the infirmary"

"...let me see what I can conjure up"

"Thank you"

He reluctantly does the counter curse and when the person stands up, clearly angry at the attack Severus simply shrugs his shoulders--

"Oops, I slipped"

--And walks away back to his dorm.

You end up apologising to him but quickly chase after Severus which makes him smile as he felt satisfied that you came after him and not the other dimwit.

Regulus:

He was confusing when he was under the influence of jealousy, on one hand, he wanted to hex them into next week but on the other, he wanted to show that he was far too confident in himself for such mockery.

He usually stalks over, using his posture to his advantage as he stands next to you silently glaring at the intruder while you kept talking like nothing was happening.

When the person finally addresses Regulus's existence you smile as you introduce him but when the intruder holds out their hand to shake Regulus's, his famous up and down look gives them a sudden rush of embarrassment making you laugh nervously as you try to explain he is just shy and means nothing by it.

"I'm not shy, I just don't like you"

"Oh uh, he didn't mean that! He gets a bit grumpy before dinner don't worry he's harmless!"

"I suppose we define the word harmless differently than"

He is very intimidating and combining his general manners with his power and blood status means he has a 100% success rate of turning away anyone he finds even the slightest bit of a threat.

Later you ask him what the hell he was playing at but he simply tells you that he just didn't like them and he wouldn't waste his time on people who were less than equal to him which meant he made sure you wouldn't either.

"Regulus they were my project partner, now they won't even come into our dorm!"

"Good, I will do it with you instead, it will turn out better anyway"

He seemed to have a very small comprehension of how his actions hurt others but when you explain how he came off in a conversation later he simply nods and tells you he knows.

Jealously also made him incredibly unforgiving of teasing, so Merlin help anyone who asked "what was that all about Reggie?" Because they would soon be finding themselves regarded in the same way as the gutless invader.

Sirius:

He comes swinging in with sarcasm and teasing at the ready. He knows damn well that nobody could even dream of drawing your attention away from him but that didn't mean he couldn't feel a bit of good old childish jealousy over who was spending time with you.

"Well, what do we have here? Oh be careful of y/n mate, they have a habit of luring people like you into their room and then before you know it, they rob you blind!"

"I do no such thing!'

" Well can't say I didn't warn you"

You have to make up for all the rumour spreading Sirius does by being extra kind to new potential friends which only works to make him even more jealous, forcing the cycle to continue until eventually, you tell him to stop being so cruel which he agrees to do and apologises for being such a home wrecker.

Now he just grabs you around the waist and kisses your cheek which very quickly gets the message across.

You liked this treatment more than the teasing but you still squirmed in his grip whenever he held you while begging him to just introduce himself to your new friend like a normal human, but of course, he never listens.

He keeps this up until one day he gets a taste of his own medicine.

You were walking down the hall to get to class when you saw Sirius as clear as day flirting with a blonde Ravenclaw while turning up the watts on his signature House Of Black Charm.

You quickly ran up behind him and slipped in between his arms, laying your head on his shoulder and revelling in his stutters as you smiled at the shocked girl who stared at you with a slack jaw.

Sirius turned his head to look at you with an aggressive frown but you just grinned and pecked his cheek before setting off to class calling out behind you,

"Oh and be careful! I hear he's got the clap!"

A few students turned around in shock to stare at Sirius who started chasing you down the halls while you squealed and ran off.

"I'll show you a clap around the face y/n!"

#remus x you #remus lupin #moony and prongs #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #moony #lilly evans #peter pettigrew #wormtail #james potter #james potter x you #prongs #prompts #sirius x reader #sirius being sirius #sirius black #marauders #harry potter #regulus fanfiction #regulus black #regulus black x y/n #severus #young severus #to all the young dudes #marauders era #romance #fanfiction

[jonathanbiers]

“Come here,” Argyle insists, motioning with his free hand for Steve to do just that. “Prove it. Show me you can shotgun without wanting to make out.” Steve doesn’t point out that that’s not how Argyle phrased it the first time, or that the few other times he’s done it, he did want to make out with the other person. But that had been with Tommy, and when Steve even hinted at the concept of bisexuality in conversation, he’d recoiled as if he’d been burned. Shotgunning at parties in front of his girlfriend seemed to be where the line was drawn, and Steve wasn’t stupid enough to try and push it. He also definitely doesn’t mention that he’d make out with Argyle if given the chance, or the fact that he’s thought about it before. Sue him, Argyle’s good-looking. Steve has a thing for long hair. And he’s got a nice face, lips that look full and soft, and Steve kind of likes how tall he is—but no, now Steve’s got a point to make. With a carefully constructed expression of bored defiance plastered to his face, he scoots over to the next couch cushion and turns to face him, one leg pulled up onto the couch, pointedly ignoring the brush of his knee against Argyle’s thigh in favor of raising a brow as if he’s the one issuing the challenge. If Argyle is at all surprised or taken aback, he hides it well, an almost smug smirk tugging at his lips. “Alright, then. Mouth open for me, pretty boy,” he says, his voice low and soft, just before bringing the joint to his lips and Steve’s inner monologue is nothing but: oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

send me a <500 word excerpt from one of my fics and i'll give you my thoughts and commentary!

from "from the tone of your voice,"

okay, so. while it is in steve's pov and we are seeing his thoughts, there's definitely a lot behind the scenes he isn't admitting to himself yet. this whole air of "yeah, argyle's hot, whatever," like we didn't just find out earlier that argyle regularly does shit like playing with steve's hair and that steve likes it(italicized). like we're not going to find out later (spoilers kinda?) that argyle makes steve feel safe and seen and that he always has.

rest of my thoughts under the cut so it doesn't clog up people's dash!

but anyway. steve's being a competitive little brat here. he stays that way throughout the scene, even while he's also kind of blue-screening about everything that's happening. even when argyle says the 'mouth open pretty boy' line (which, to my delight, a lot of my lovely friends have yelled and/or barked at me about) steve scrambles to reign himself in and regain some composure because he's cocky and now he's got something to prove.

but what we don't see is argyle's perspective, though i did try very hard to make it obvious how he's feeling. argyle is applying his own advice here. he's just told steve about how he told chrissy to try shotgunning as a way to make a move on robin, because (his words) it's impossible not to make out when you're that close. he is very purposefully trying to make a move on steve.

argyle is canonically a very observant person. he's picked up on little things about steve, they've been friends and living together for over a year at this point (though the timeline hasn't really been stated or come into play yet in the series. it will) he knows steve's tendency toward competitiveness and he's using that to his advantage to try and achieve his goal (which is mainly kissing steve, but like also definitely a lot more, but they'll get there)

and if he picks up on how much steve likes compliments/praise and uses that to his advantage ("pretty boy"/telling him he's doing good) what of it. steve's definitely not complaining, and it gets him to blush all pretty. he's definitely freaking out on the inside just as much as steve is, though, because he's got this ridiculously huge crush on steve. argyle's inner monologue for this entire scene is "please kiss me please kiss me please kiss me"

#hellcheerbaby #i'm going to start using (italicized) when i'm talking about tensiony moments between ships i feel like it has a better effect than #actually italicizing it #ask games

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Hi!

Honestly I'm a conventionally attractive person, it's more so I guess how you feel (and trust me I have huge self confidence issues) but the times my brain hits the "I'm the shit" button it does miracles 😂 Also I'm 25 so I'm a year older than you I believe!

The fwb was a forbidden romance kinda trop imo lmfao and he also holds a special place for me cause he was my first for literally everything and he did set some standards high for certain things.

Since a lot of things happened I think I'll share them one by one.

So the beginning of our fwb situationship was ironic and funny. I had met this guy a few years prior meeting him again when we started getting closer and I just ignored him lmaooo. He then started dating my friend or at least that's what she was saying and one day she comes crying and saying he loves her but his mother is an issue and if it weren't for her he would have stayed with her.

I was mad. So fast forward a week or two she's like wanna grab something to drink with me the guy is also gonna be here. Of course when I saw him I greeted him with "Hey you asshole" which had him questioning what was going on.

My friend was like oh chill it's all good between us. And I was like how when you basically was crying and saying all this shit before?? So I was awkward ngl and I don't how or what happened but I'll let you guess how it started again...

Hint: choke hold guy event

A tickle fight started between us all lmfao. And well I run our of the coffee shop we were in and my friend and he came and basically he tackled me to the ground. In front of so many people.... and started tickling me.

And for me a competitive and bratty person I was like GAME ON DUDE. At one point he got me pinned face front against the door of a building and he was behind me, squishing me with his body and tickling me. My friend was like yo guys chill!

And at one point (that was HILARIOUS), he had grabbed both of my wrists and a big dude came over at us and he looked my to be fwb and told him "What's going on here?" And we both froze, looked at each other and we both were like nothing, we're just messing around. The dude was like "That's not a way to treat your gf" and left.

So I got embarrassedddd (like girl you should've felt that way earlier lmfao) and I was like it's time for me to go but it's not over dude I'm gonna get my revenge!

He asked my friend for my number when I left and she got JEALOUS, in a vivid way like don't you dare do anything with her. He reassured her I wasn't his type whatsoever and that's how the first important meeting went 👏🏻

Oh as for the guy that wasn't a good guy my friend said he was sleeping around a lot and he didn't elaborate much on why the guy isn't good. He only said he wanted to protect me but there's a whole lot of things that happened with my friend from fwb to trying to see if we want a serious relationship with lots of on and offs and lots of romance I won't forget either 🤧 (he's actually the only guy of these three I still talk to and see and the last time we met he picked me up bride style to show his strength lmfaooo)

-🐇

Wait 🐇 anon, i have so many questions.

You're a 97' liner right? What's your rising and venus sign? that will give me insight into how you flirt and pick up some tips.

How old were you with fwb 'forbidden romance' situation?

Do you have any advice on how I can make my 'first time' a great experience?

Okay, so if the chokehold guy is not the guy you were having 'fwb' with, did he get major possessive and decide to stake his claim? And then is that how the fwb thing happened again? I'm trying to figure out because I have never had a man possessive or jealous of me (at least that has told me).

Wait, I'm trying to imagine how you were on a busy street in front of a building being tickled randomly, like did no one say anything? If I was a random stranger walking past, I'd be like 'wtf is going on here' ahahah, i would have been so confused.

The guy you were fwb, your friend asked for his number and she got jealous to which he said that YOU were not his type? Is that what I'm hearing? Because if so, that's a c**t move right there.

I mean, if he's trying to pick you up bridal style, I think that means you still have a shot right? It's giving me real himbo vibes right there.

I'm sure you're a beautiful person both inside and out, so please give me some flirting advice, I wish I could show you how badly I am at flirting but just trust I get super awkward and overbearing.

#🐇 anon #the more scenarios you say the more questions i have #like this is a kdrama episode right here #this is the real spill the tea shit i love #whatudowhennooneseesyou anon asks #whatudowhennooneseesyou hard thoughts

[rikutokataki0907]

A not so Happily ever after: Discussing the Tales of Life in “Lockdown Litanies: Countless Untold Stories”

An Essay by Henali Cajandab

Good day to all! I hope everyone has a great day ahead, if you do not have any plans today it is also okay. Sometimes there are chill days for all and it does not portray laziness whatsoever. For today’s storytelling topic, I will discuss numerous poems from “Lockdown Litanies: Countless Untold Stories” and also correlate Disney songs to some parts of every poem given. With this in mind, I also have an objective where I would like to promote good and healthy mental and emotional statues of every individual present in the world. If ever you are down today and want confort, here is a virtual hug with consent for you! *hug*. So what are we waiting for, let’s start this long yet fruitful journey!

After reading and understanding the first poem, “Dear Diary,”, one thought immediately comes to mind, which is that the person writing it has experienced a series of unfortunate events in one point of his/her life. Even with that circumstance, in the end of the poem, the author regains freedom from the voices of his/her head by moving on from the past and realizing that the past won’t be the same with the present. One line struck my mind the most which is, “ Move away and discover a world on my own. I know I won’t be the same again”. It really sends the message that with the will to start again, your past mistakes won’t happen a second time around. I instantly remembered Naomi Scott’s Speechless in Aladdin where the way she sang it really gave an impact similar to the poem. Also the line “ Try to lock me in this cage I won't just lay me down and die, I will take these broken wings and watch me burn across the sky” truly speaks facts about escaping the tragedy that happened in someone’s life.

Behold the second one in the pack! “The Tale of a Modern Sisyphus” is what I observed the most lively vibe in the list based on the punctuation marks. 2 people competing for the position, a position to rule the country. Based on the contestant's answers, there is a huge difference in their perspective on how to help and improve the nation. One has the simple idea that plain unity would greatly change the statues of the country while the other one has a more concise and thorough plan in mind. In the line “ Holy! Haven’t seen a woman who’s clearly a ten—Let alone the judges; they chose a far less seven,” the winner was the one who thought that a simple action, unity, will bring forth exponential improvements in the Philippines. In that very line, I thought of the song Gaston by Jesse Corti, particularly the lines, “ No one's been like Gaston A kingpin like Gaston No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like Gaston As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating My, what a guy, that Gaston.” By the way the drinkers in the bar compliment him, it is a bit in a way to have them in Gaston’s good side and to protect themselves from the roughness of the said person. In addition to that, Gaston’s personality correlates oddly well to how the poem portrayed the winner of the competition.

For the next story, I feel the utmost sadness for both the  husband and Yayi. the poem “O’Yayi” tackles about how the husband of Yayi tells the story about his hardship and patience towards the broken and traumatized Yayi. I could not believe how heartbreaking it is for the husband to see his wife happy in another man’s arms. When Yayi died, her husband’s question, “If ever I run out of time here and reach the other side, whose arms would you run back again, mine or Dante’s?” hints the readers of the tiny hope he still has if ever Yayi remembers him. I truly think that if it were a different time and place, Yayi and Dante would meet earlier and her husband won’t have to feel that tragic feeling again. But then again, who really holds a person’s destiny? While understanding the story, I suddenly remembered the song Remember Me by Miguel. It was from the movie Coco and the specific line “ I hold you in my heart I sing a secret song to you, each night we are apart remember me” captures the situation the husband had in the story.

The “Two Red Laces on the Wonderwall'' was a tough one for me to understand. It could a lot of interpretation but the most solid one in my opinion is where the persona is a women who was influenced to work in the sex industry in hopes to have a huge amount of money but in the end results to her getting HIV. I think that she chose that decision to be her coping mechanism. I thought of that because of this particular line, “And tried my luck with several men, But you felt like home, where I belong.” She dive into the idea even though she is unaware of the results of her action in doing so. Elsa from Frozen 2 also had that kind of scene, singing Into the Unknown by Idina Menzel. At first she was hesitant but soon her curiosity got the best of her and soon after she craved to go near the unknown, just like the line states, “  Where are you going? Don't leave me alone, How do I follow you?” There is this saying that is very famous and timely, which is “curiosity kills a cat” meaning that you are not required to be intrigued or curious about everything in the world.

 Onto the next poem, “Umbilical”,  we go, from the title alone I already decipher a story of a miscarriage behind it. In this particular poem, it is the husband’s plea and observation that is evident. Especially the repetition of the line “Lilom, Lilom, I beg. Spare her for me.”, it was clear that he wanted his wife to heal from the wound of losing a child. I am aware that most of the time the mother feels greater sadness in this situation but we should not neglect the father’s feeling also. I observed that despite the male’s emotion at that time, he still got his mind together and was with his wife. I discovered a particular tone, it does not have a lyric but that does not mean that it will carry less emotion behind it. It was from the movies UP, particularly at the timestamp 1:30 minutes, where the doctor announce the miscarriage of the couple. The rhythm, tone and emotion I hear in the instrumental correlates in the poem.

Continuing the long journey of this sad saga, here come “RE: Paper (I’m Red, IMRaD)*”, what I feel is the most straightforward out of them. The poem is about the unfairness the situation to the teachers entering the new education system in the Philippines has. In it I can comprehend that the educators obviously did not have enough time to accommodate the addition of 2 years in the high school department. They did not have the privilege to prepare and train themselves in handling a new system to improve the quality of education for students. This line said it all, “Why not allow teachers access quality to their extent? Help teachers help students.” I have trouble finding a song but I feel like Ariel’s song in the Little Mermaid called Part of your World by Jodi Benson barely fits the vibe. In this line, “ I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty, I've got whozits and whatzits galore, You want thingamabobs? I've got twenty! But who cares? No big deal, I want more.” The same as Ariel, the teachers described in the poem are hungry for time, knowledge and research for the betterment of the education in the country.

For the 3rd to the last poem “ 3 A.M. Awakening”, it tackles the struggles of a person having to endure the life where he/she works to please other people’s opinion. In the progression of the poem, I noticed that while counting from 1 to 10, the person slowly comes to peace. There could be multiple reasons why that is the ending of it, maybe they removed themselves in that situation, finally defied the antagonist in the poem, or forever rest to never be in that situation again. I can see the struggle completely in this line, “Breathe as if it’s easy to do today but I think much in a different way.” They have no choice but to endure and conquer the day ahead. I feel the same way on the Frozen movie song For the first time in forever by Idina Menzel, where Elsa’s part in the song “ Don't let them in, don't let them see, Be the good girl you always have to be, conceal, don't feel, put on a show make one wrong move and everyone will know,” portrays her struggle in keeping control of her powers and hoping that it won’t hurt the people attending the coronation. With that unto the last 2 poems.

Depression can be a scary and silent thing. Those with these circumstances tend to hide it very well from a lot of people. In the poem “My Frail Lady”, a woman named Evelyn Mchale has committed suicide. It was fueled by depression but also self doubt that she would not do a good job being a wife to her fiance. It was noticed in the upcoming line that she finally found peace in the afterlife and that her worries won’t be present any more, “Freedom at long last, Upon her long, quiet pause.” If I were to connect a song to it, I thought of Reflection by Lea Salonga from the movie Mulan. The song is about how the protagonist wants to show everyone who she truly is but nevertheless backfires because of the fear of disappointing her family. In the line “If I wear a mask, I can fool the world, But I cannot fool my heart,” shows that she can pretend and trick the society but knows in her heart that it is not the truth. Just like Mchale, she fooled everyone that she is fine but no, she was actually already thinking to end her silent fight to herself.

Finally, the last from the many tales tackled today. “Major Arcana” is all about a person wanting to know the future in store. Within those six cards drawn, self doubts are visible and emotions are revealed by the fortune teller. Advice is also told to the person who came to help him/her to deal with the hardships ahead. This distinct line in the poem represents the reason why he/she went to a fortune teller, “...find your future uncertain. Six years of adjustments await—...laid my tarot for you to feel. Draw six cards and they will guide—You.” Surprisingly the movie Moana has a scene where the main character has discovered a cave together with a way to see not the future but the past. With that, her obsession with the ocean finally has a solid background. In the song How Far I’ll Go by Auli'i Cravalho, it is about how Moana wishes to follow her dreams instead of her responsibilities but still is hesitant about it because she does not want to disappoint her parents. 

Wow, what a ride it was, this anthology was my biggest review yet to create. I have learned a lot through the poems given and I must say, I actually enjoyed the process in making this huge output. Every poem has its own story behind it and most of them have big internal battles within them with each and everyone in the poem having their own mental health battles. Those Disney songs that I chose meticulously really helped me convey my insights to the anthology. The fact that Disney songs tend to have a positive nature, I was pretty surprised on how many are also perfect to listen to when you just wanna relax and have a breather. I would like to give a round of applause to the talented authors who made this journey of reviewing them worthwhile.

#cnf #output #song association

[another-mikaelson]

ooh do i smell some ellick jealousy/confessions??

#ellick #ncis #jessica knight #katrina law #ellie bishop #nick torres #i feel like we just got a huge hint at some competition

[amphxtrite]

cedric diggory x fem!reader

warnings: smut, alludes to innocence kink, experienced cedric and first time reader, oral (both male and female receiving), praise kink, daddy kink, use of pet names, alcohol, fluff at the end.

do not read if you are uncomfortable.

summary: the reader has never been with anyone when she transfers to Hogwarts for her last year, what happens when a party, fire whisky and a game of ‘never have I ever’ push her to ask the infamous playboy how to love?

a/n: hey everyone, it’s been a while! bear with me this ones still being edited but I finally finished it so here you go!

hope you enjoy!

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Sunlight streams from a window into Cedric’s eyes, slowly waking him from his slumber to throw a stabbing headache at him, a consequence for his activities the previous night. Sitting up and glancing around the room that was not his, the blue and gold accents decorating the four posters made it obvious which dorm he was in, and glancing down at the mess of black hair beside him, who’s was it?

“Fuck, not again.” Cedric murmurs, standing and tugging on his trousers and buttoning up his shirt, walking out the doors as the girl in the bed begins to stir.

After winning the Triwizard tournament Cedric had become almost a celebrity in the wizard world. He was handsome, smart, and now a champion of the deadliest competitions in the world. He gave Gilderoy Lockhart a run for his money at Witch Weekly’s Most Charming smile. The fame was everything he wanted and more, and with the girls practically throwing themselves at him, it wasn’t long before he became a notorious play-boy too, rumoured to give the best anyone ever had, before disappearing the next morning.

Sitting down at the hufflepuff table, next to his mates, Cedric reaches across the table and grabs an apple from a basket in the centre of the table and takes a bite, nibbling slowly as a headache pounds through his head.

“Hello there Diggory.” A voice laughs, dropping down beside the hufflepuff. Cedric turns his head to see Zacharius staring at him with an eyebrow cocked.

“Y-Yeah, what’s up Smith?” Cedric sighs, turning his head and massaging his forehead.

“Oh don’t tell me you were drinking again cap’n!” Zacharius groans, taking a swig of milk from his cup. “Doesn’t matter.” Cedric shrugs, shaking his head.

“We’ve got a game today!” The blonde exclaims, poking Cedric in the head.

“And we’ve got it! I’m only a little hungover.” Cedric smirks, pushing Zach back with his elbow.

Zach rolls his eyes and pulls his wand out of his pocket, “this should clear your head a bit.” He states, tapping the tip to Cedric’s forehead and muttering a soft spell.

Cedric smirks, instantly feeling the cool feeling of the drink’s impact being brushed away.

“Thanks mate.” He sighs.

“No problem Ced, now let’s get down to the pitch captain, we’ve got a match to win yeah?” Zach laughs, grabbing a slice of toast.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Cedric grins, standing and walking out of the cafeteria with Smith beside him.

“Wake up sleeping beauty!” The giggle and squeal of your new roommate wakes you, followed by a pillow to your face.

“Ah- Brinley!” You groan, sitting up immediately, and grabbing the pillow before she tries to throw it again. “Today’s tour day and then a surprise!” Brinley laughs in a song-like voice.

“W-What time is it?” You sigh, bringing your hand to your eyes and rubbing away the sleepiness.

“Doesn’t matter, it’s the weekend and Hogwarts is huge!” Brinley smiles, falling onto her own four-poster and closing her curtains.

“Get changed y/n, then the tour will commence!” She declares like a quidditch commentator.

“I got it, I got it.” You call out, throwing your covers off of you and quickly getting changed, eyes still barely opened as you pull a sweater over your body and call out to Brinley.

“Brin ‘m ready.” You sigh, standing up from your mattress and tucking your wand into your pocket.

“Finally, c’mon!” The brunette cheers, throwing back her curtains and grabbing your hand to lead you out of the dorm and out the common room.

You spent the rest of the day running from class to class, from courtyard to ‘special corridors.’ Seriously, where did this girl get all her energy from?

“Oh and there are some house ghosts! Oh- over here is the Charms classroom!” Brinley continues, tugging harder on your arm and stopping abruptly.

“Brinley what the-”

You’re cut off by Brinley’s sigh of content and legs practically melting beneath her.

“Look.” She smiles in an almost dream-like voice.

Your eyebrows furrow but you follow your gaze over to a group of boys in yellow robes, laughing and shoving each other about, you note the design as quidditch uniforms, they must be a team. You glance back over at the awe-struck girl to see her smirking with her finger in her lip.

“Cedric Diggory, tall brunette with the perfect smile.” Brinley giggles, nodding at the boy in the centre. “Playboy, school golden boy, Hogwarts champion…” She sighs, leaning against you.

“He’s absolutely stunning. There’s a rumor he can get a girl’s knickers off minutes after he pulls them away.” She breathes with glee, undressing the brunette with her eyes. You smirk at her and find your gaze following the hufflepuff’s frame.

Your eyes trail up with chest, taking in his toned shoulders and strong arms before admiring his long digits underneath his tight fitting gloves, how they flex and stretch as he walks.

Finally your eyes fixate on his face. Piercing grey eyes that seemed to stay serious even while he was smiling, the colour of storm clouds over a forest, calm but strong.

Moving downwards you trace down his defined jawline and cheekbones, sure to have anyone crawling on their knees for him. Soft pink lips almost gave the illusion he was innocent, but as soon as they pulled up to reveal a smirk, you could tell he was experienced, daring, the kind of person up for any kind of challenge, even if it meant jumping in harm’s way.

It was a face everyone in the wizarding world grew to know, the handsome hufflepuff that had not only survived, but won the triwizard tournament, he’d managed to get the entire world swooning for him.

“Hey there captain, where are you heading?” Brinley calls to Cedric once he’s close enough to hear.

“Back to the common room, can I help you sunshine?” Cedric murmurs, stopping for a moment.

“I’d like you to meet my new friend, Ceddy, this is y/n.” Brinley smiles, taking your hand and pushing you forwards.

“Well hello there y/n, say that’s a pretty name.” Cedric smirks, reaching out and taking your hand.

“O-Oh, thank you.” You smile, shaking his hand gently as he raises your fingers to his lips to press a kiss to them.

“What do you say we get away?”

“We just met Diggory, don't get cocky.” You laugh, watching his smirk grow.

“Oh, so the kitten has claws?” Cedric teases at your sudden change in tone.

You blush, and Cedric chuckles softly. “No worries, nice to meet you kitten.” Cedric nods, walking off with the rest of his team.

You’re frozen for a moment, feeling the heat grow in your face and in between your legs, did that really just happen? You blink, turning back to Brinley who has a huge grin on her lips.

“Oh I can see this…” She murmurs, glancing back and forth at you and the hufflepuff.

“Didn’t you just say you like him?” You laugh, raising an eyebrow at her.

“I said he’s hot, not that I like him, there’s a difference, kitten.” She smirks smugly, putting emphasis on your new nickname.

“Haha sunshine, any chance we could go get something to eat? I’m starved.”

“Why would you need something to eat when there’s a full course meal right ahead?” She jokes, winking at you with a playful smirk.

You roll your eyes and she slaps you gently on the shoulder.

“Hey! I’m teasing, come on it’s almost lunch anyways.” Brinley giggles, grabbing your arm once again. “After lunch I’ll show you the pitch, I have a feeling you’ll love your surprise.”

Lunch is quick and uneventful, you manage to sit down long enough to grab a sandwich, but as Brinley glances around at a clock her eyes widen and she takes your hand.

“On second thought lunch can wait, your surprise starts in ten minutes and we need to get good seats!” She laughs apologetically, placing a sandwich into her mouth as she pulls you away, luckily with yours still in hand.

“Let me guess, the surprise is a quidditch game?” You question, catching up to Brinely and walking by her side.

“You got me, just thought it would be nice for your first day.” She shrugs, walking out the door of the castle and starting across a grassy field.

“Sounds fun, who’s playing?” You ask.

“Hufflepuff, obviously, and Ravenclaw, bound to be an exciting one.” Brinley squeals, swinging her arms back and forth. “Oh?” You add.

“Ever since Cedric and Cho broke up their games have been pretty interesting.” She elaborates with an awkward smile. “Some people say they still sleep together, but everyone knows it’s because they both get hot and bothered when they’re drunk in the same room.” Brinley hints, raising both of her eyebrows.

“They sound… serious?” You joke half-heartedly as the brunette beside you breaks into a fit of laughter. “Both of them have made it crystal clear they do not want to be together, both of ‘em seem to be impossible to tie down.” Brinley giggles, catching her breath to calm herself before the two of you get to the stadium. “Exciting.” You shrug, beginning to climb a flight of stairs up to the seating area with Brinley close behind you.

“Oh that’s Hogwarts for you.” She sighs playfully, pushing you further up and forwards to find a seat.

“Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you!” Madame Hooch calls to the two teams facing off at the centre of the pitch, every player nods to the referee and she throws the quaffle up into the air, signalling the beginning of the game.

“Here it goes.” Brinley smiles excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat.

You watch in awe as the chasers fly skillfully across the pitch, passing the quaffle with speed and perfect aim, only for it to be cut short by another player who then goes zooming in the other direction. The quaffle is in possession of hufflepuff, then is stolen by ravenclaw but taken back again. Every moment is filled with suspense and when Ravenclaw scores the first goal the section of the stadium filled with blue goes wild. Up above the beater’s are hitting bludgers back and forth, defending their teammates before sending it off to the other side again. Their movements are smooth and strong, hitting every swing on the dot. The keeper’s are positioned defencefully at each end of the stadium, using tactics to save the quaffle you had never seen before. They maneuvered themselves back and forth quickly and forcefully, even taking quaffles right in the stomach to stop them. You winced more than once trying to watch the Keeper’s save each goal.

Finally, up above were the seeker’s flying up, down and around the pitch in full alert for the snitch, both Cedric and Cho had their goggles pulled down over their eyes and their heads snapping back and forth every second. You could see the competitive nature in Cho with her teeth gritting everytime Cedric dove a little too quickly or turned to try and trick her. If Cedric was having fun with this he wasn’t showing it. His lips remained sealed in a tight line and by the looks of it his jaw was clenched, both of the seeker’s hair were blowing behind them even though there was almost no wind, almost blurs compared to the other player’s a little ways below. A yellow blur here and a blue blur there was all you could see, then they would stop, scan for a moment and wait. You nibbled on your bottom lip as the scores began to grow, each team displayed new tactics the other didn’t know and soon Ravenclaw was leading 170-130. Even the golden snitch wouldn’t be enough to help them win, and you could tell there was some slight hesitation on Cedric’s face as he kept scanning.

As if he knew you were staring, Cedric’s head moved for a moment, glancing down over in the direction you were sitting in and among the sea of people, he found you. Neither you or Brinley were wearing any house colours other than the colours blue and yellow painted across both of your cheeks, guess you couldn’t make a decision, he chuckles, flying a little closer to the booth you’re sitting in, and in a teasing manner he removes the outer jacket of his quidditch uniform and drops in down, right onto your lap.

“Hold onto that for me won’t you kitten? It’s getting rather hot.” He shouts, pushing back his slightly matted brown hair and throwing a wink your way. He watches you nod bashfully, before chuckling and turning back to the game. Teasing you was so fun, how could he resist.

Turning back for a moment he catches Brinley nudging you gently with her elbow and your eyes roll as your cheeks go a light shade of pink.

He grins, but then sees it, the score has changed in his favour and as his smirk rises, he dives.

Your eyes widen as you watch Cedric plummet towards the ground. Did he spot it? Did he see the golden snitch? Cho seems to notice this too and begins plummeting down in Cedric’s direction from the other side of the stadium. You lean over the edge of the railing with Cedric’s uniform still in your arms, eyes zipping about trying to find the familiar flash of gold when, out of nowhere, Cedric looks up, and pulls the front of his broom forwards and skywards again. A loud uproar erupts from the crowd at the stunt Cedric manages to pull, leaving Cho gritting her teeth harder and stopping for a moment right at the ground before pulling up again.

Up above where Cedric was heading, you saw it. The golden snitch flutters above the stadium moving from left to right, up and down. You look over at the scoreboard and your mouth drops. 170-150, Cedric had spotted the snitch at the perfect time right as he had distracted Cho into thinking he was diving for it. You’re sitting on the edge of your seat as the chase begins. By now the sky was already changing colours, the bright azure had faded into a mix of baby blue and pink, creating a very serene backdrop for such a heart-racing chase. The snitch was as mischievous as ever, dropping down, moving to the side, up and then running away with Cedric right behind, his fingers just grazing the back of the shining snitch before losing touch again.

Cho was beginning to catch up and her gritting teeth changed into a smirk as she began to tail Cedric. Her arm raises and she begins to push herself further, almost neck and neck with the hufflepuff when the snitch jumps up suddenly, pausing for a moment as if to watch the two seekers practically leave it behind.

To it’s dismay however, a hand wraps around it at the last moment and grips it tight. The whistle is blown and every stand erupts in cheer.

Cedric sat on his broom, panting and throwing his fist, containing the snitch up into the air over and over again. A huge grin is plastered on his face as he cheers in victory and his team swarms him and starts patting each other on the back. The group of seven touch down and cheer in unison as the stands begin cheering a mix of “hufflepuff” and “Cedric” You smile, watching the seeker high five his team mates and push back his hair once again.

You don’t even realize you’re clutching his quidditch robe right against your chest until the scent wafts up into your nose and your eyes slowly drift downwards.

At first all you can smell is faint hints of citrus lingering for a moment, but taking a deep breath the soft but powerful mix of musk and sandalwood cologne fills your senses, you smile. The earthy cologne suited Cedric. Glancing around, there seemed to be no eyes on you, so you raise the fabric closer to your nose and get hit full force by the sweet aroma. It was just strong enough to make your knees go weak, but not enough to be overpowering, perfect. You smile to yourself, but feel a pair of eyes looking at you. Looking down at the pitch again, your eyes meet a pair of sharp gray ones and you know he has caught you. Cedric smirks tracing his tongue over his teeth before turning and walking into the changeroom.

“Hufflepuff won so you know what that means!” Brinley squeals, taking your hand gently and helping you stand. “What?”

“Party in the common room tonight dummy, come on!” She exclaims, tugging you off again.

“But the ro-” You interject.

“You can give it to him at the party, now hurry up!” Brinley cheers, cutting you off and running with you in tow back to the castle.

By the time Cedric and the rest of the hufflepuff team reached the common room, the area was already filled with dancing students, drinks and people making out left and right. Cheers and applause went up for a moment as the winning team stepped into the busy room, before stopping again so the partying could continue.

Your eyes had been scanning the entrance ever since you stepped in, so as soon as you saw the familiar gray eyes and brown hair you stood to get to him but Brinley, already a couple fire whiskeys in, grabbed your hand.

“Don’t h-he’s gonna go take a shower now, don’t wanna talk to him, he stinks.” She murmurs out in between giggles. You roll your eyes and look back up again, but sure enough Cedric has disappeared and you sit back down.

“You sure you don’t want to- drink some?” Brinley asks, lifting a cup to your nose.

“Brin I need to be sober enough to give it back to him, later okay?” You smile, pushing the cup back to the brunette. She mutters a short ‘suit yourself’ in response.

For a while you simply sit on the couch with your leg bouncing nervously up and down, you keep glancing back and forth at the clock and the robe in your hands and as you finally begin tuning Brinley’s drunk rambling out, Cedric emerges from the boy’s staircase in a casual white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Standing again, you weave your way through the crowd and tap Cedric on the shoulder to get his attention. He turns to face you and a playful smirk lifts his lips.

“Well hello there kitten.” He teases softly.

“Hey Ced, h-here’s your robe.” You manage to stumble out, words getting caught in your throat as glistening beads of water slipped down from Cedric’s damp hair down his cheek.

“I don’t know, you seemed pretty attached to it after the game.” Cedric chuckles.

“Oh, t-that. That was nothing just-” You’re cut off by another voice.

“Y/n, they’re doing a drinking game, come on we have too!” Brinley laughs. “Oh hi Ceddy, would you like to join?” She asks, taking both of your hands.

“Sure sunshine, lead the way.” Cedric shrugs, ushering you forwards and nonchalantly placing his hand on your waist.

The three of you take a seat on the couches again and are handed a cup by another student.

“What are we playing?” You ask, turning to Cedric.

“A muggle game called ‘never have I ever.’ You just take a shot if you’ve done something they say.” He explains, thanking the person who begins filling up your glasses.

You nod and take a deep, trying to focus on your drink and not Cedric’s hand resting on your hip.

They start off with generic questions, “never have I ever broken a bone,” “never have I ever broken up with someone,” “never have I ever lost a bet.”

Soon at least everyone had taken at least one drink, you included.

“Alright, never have I ever had sex!” Brinley questions smugly, watching as one by one everyone threw back their drink with a smile, only to stop on you.

Her eyebrows furrow, “aren’t you gonna take a drink y/n?”

“Oh- aren’t the rules if you have done it?” You question, worried you had been playing the game wrong.

“No-no it is. But you’ve never ‘done the deed’ before?” She asks, tilting her head in confusion.

“Well, no.” You state, shrugging.

“Honey, are you saying you’re in your last year of school, and you’ve never had a good shag?” She giggles, losing her filter with the amount of drinks she had.

“Brinley!” You scold, burning up with embarrassment.

“Aw, y/n!” She coos, wrapping you in a tight hug as if you were a lost puppy. “You’re so innocent and sweet, it’s adorable.” She slurs, giggling and turning back to the game.

Your lips purse and your eyebrows furrow. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to do it, you just never had the chance. You kept repeating it over to yourself as if that would change anything, but your mouth remained sealed and your eyebrows furrowed.

Cedric notices your change in demeanor and leans down closer to your ear.

“Are you alright kitten?”

It may have been the alcohol giving you a boost in confidence, or maybe the teasing you couldn’t stand, but you squeezed your legs together shamelessly right for Cedric to see.

Glancing up at the brunette you shake your head and stand from your spot, you extend your hand out for Cedric to take and he obliges, allowing you to lead him down to a more secluded area next to the boy’s dormitory staircase.

“Is everything alright?” Cedric asks as you cut him off.

“C-Can you help me?” You stammer out, wringing your fingers together.

“With what y/n?” Cedric implores, tilting your chin up to face him.

“Y-You’ve done it before right? A lot?” You continue, feeling your face grow hot.

“Listen kitten, I can only help you if you tell me what it is.” Cedric states firmly.

You swallow your pride and feel your knees buckling under his intense stare, with all the courage you can muster, you take a deep breath and murmur.

“Can you show me how to do it, c-can you fuck  me?”

Cedric’s eyes widen and he has to blink the shock out of his eyes. He’d never been asked to help someone through their first time, he found it surprising you would ask him of all people, but at the same time, it was no secret he had done it all when it came to this and your request had his cock hardening in need.

“Alright kitten.” Cedric smirks, taking your hand into his and leading you up the stairs to his private head-boy room. “If you want a lesson, I’d be happy to give one.” He chuckles darkly.

You can already feel the arousal from his words alone dripping from your core to your panties as you nod slowly. Cedric pulls you into his dorm, shutting the door behind him in locking it.

“Now be good darling, and let me teach you.” Cedric smirks, pinning you against the wall and lifting your chin up to him. “Y-Yes…” You respond shyly.

“Yes, who?” Cedric teases, leaning closer to you and ghosting them right over yours. “Call me whatever feels right, kitten.” Cedric smirks, noticing you deep in thought.

“Yes daddy.” You respond meekly, almost like a question. Cedric’s eyebrows raise and his mouth begins to water at your words.

“Say it again, louder.” Cedric teases, placing his hands on your hips and squeezing tightly.

“Yes daddy!” You repeat louder, watching as Cedric’s sharp gray eyes go dark and his lips are on yours. Cedric groans as your lips mould to his, and he takes the lead, moving you in sync with his movements and tilting your chin for better access.

The brunette had never had a lover call him any nicknames before, they usually stuck to his name as he fucked them, but Merlin was this better.

His hands fly to the hem of your sweatshirt as he breaks the kiss for a moment to throw it off before connecting your lips again, slowly prodding his tongue along your bottom lip as you submissively open your mouth to give him access.

Cedric glides his tongue against yours gently swirling it around, taking in the taste of strong firewhiskey essence left on your breath and the sweet smelling perfume on your skin.

His hands travel down your chest and onto your hips as he drags your pants down by the waist, leaving them in a pool around your legs, leaving you only in your bra and panties.

Not taking his lips off yours, Cedric takes your hands and places them at the hem of his white shirt and you get the message, slowly, you take the soft fabric in between your fingers and tug it up Cedric’s chest, pulling back to maneuver it over his head and dropping it on the ground beside you. Taking your hands into his again, Cedric guides your hands to his torso and chest, inviting you to touch him as he deepens the kiss once again.

You oblige and place one hand on his toned shoulder and the other finds its place around Cedric’s abdomen and on his lower back, pulling you impossibly closer to the hufflepuff.

Your breath hitches as you feel the brunette’s hard length pressing against your lower stomach and you pull away from the kiss for a moment to look down and gulp nervously.

Cedric looks down at you teasingly, watching your eyes go from excitement to anxiety.

“What’s wrong kitten? Do you want to get on your knees for your daddy?” Cedric chuckles, placing his nose against your ear and whispering in a hushed tone.

“Y-Yes daddy, but-”

“Shh, daddy has it covered, kitten.” Cedric smirks, bringing his long digits up and placing two in front of your lips.

“Now show me what you want to do, and then we’ll put those lips of yours to real use.” Cedric nods, doing his best to keep himself upright as you nervously open your mouth and take his fingers down to the knuckle, Cedric swallows his urge to just fuck you right there and bites back a groan as your tongue begins swirling around his fingers. Your movements are slow and timid at first, but you move your hand up to hold Cedric’s fingers in place and begin moving your head back and forth, moving quickly but taking your time to drag your tongue up and down Cedric’s long digits.

“Fuck that’s perfect kitten.” Cedric smiles weakly, feeling his cock begin to throb in desire.

“Does it feel good daddy?” You ask, pushing Cedric back a bit so you have room to get down on your knees. “Yes, so good.”

You smile and pull down Cedric’s sweatpants by the waistband and his hand finds its way into your hair, softly at first, but as his length finally springs free, his grip tightens and you smirk knowingly.

Taking Cedric’s shaft into your hands you begin teasing the hufflepuff’s tip with your tongue, running it up and down his thick shaft as his grip on your hair tightens and soft groans leave his lips. You pause for a moment, and Cedric, sensing your fear, places his other hand on your jaw and gathers your hair into his hand.

“You’re doing so well, kitten, making daddy feel so good.” Cedric sighs contently with a grin. Your smile returns to your face and you nod, taking Cedric’s length into your mouth as far as you could and using your hand for what you can’t reach, and like with his fingers you begin swirling your tongue around, testing the waters and glazing up to see Cedric’s reaction.

Eyes closed, mouth agape, and incoherent curses spilling from his lips, you feel your confidence grow and you pick up the pace, bobbing your head back and forth and slowing down to tease his tip. You grow daring and attempt to go deeper, and as Cedric feels his tip hitting the back of your throat he lets out a low groan and feels his hips rolling gently.

With tears pricking your eyes you take Cedric’s cock as the arousal in your pussy grows and with eyes clouded by pleasure, the gray-eyed hufflepuff smirks.

“Use your finger kitten, and make circles around until you find the right spot.” Cedric instructs, watching your hand travel down past your stomach and into your panties.

You experiment around, slowly moving upwards until you feel it, a sudden burst of pleasure hitting you right in the perfect spot..

“Mmh!” You moan, moving your fingers faster against your clit, finally feeling the need in your lower stomach being satisfied.

Your moans send vibrations up Cedric’s shaft and send the brunette doubling over in pleasure with one hand on the wall behind you for support.

“T-That’s it kitten, fuck.” Cedric sighs, watching your hand move back and forth against your clit while your tongue swirls addictively against his cock.

For a moment, with his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head Cedric forgets ‘the lesson’ and delves deeper into the pleasure, his eyes train on your lips wrapped around him and your fingers moving innocently, still too nervous to go deeper, the feeling of you gagging was enough to get him to snap out for a moment and let go of his grip on your hair.

“W-What’s wrong daddy?” You ask, looking up to Cedric with wide eyes.

“N-Nothing, it’s just time for our next lesson.” He explains, helping you up and leading you over to his bed.

Pushing you backwards onto the bed, Cedric watches intrigued as your eyes fly about his room instead of looking at him and he bites back a smirk.

“That’s enough kitten, lay back.” Cedric commands.

You oblige immediately, slowly lowering yourself onto the soft bed and wringing your fingers together over your stomach.

Cedric pauses, dragging his eyes over your body and taking in every curve, you feel the insecurity bubble in your stomach and you move your hands to hide it, when Cedric grabs them and whispers a simple, “don’t, you’re beautiful.”

Your face flushes red and you allow Cedric to place your arms at your side before hooking his fingers on the sides of your soaked panties and pulling them down.

The full scent of your arousal hits him full force and the sight of it glistening all for him made the wish to just drop to his knees now unbearable.

“Okay kitten. I want you to spread your legs and play with your clit again.” Cedric orders, stepping back and crossing his arms.

“W-What?”

“Spread your legs and fuck yourself with your fingers, kitten.” Cedric repeats, watching in amusement as your eyes widen and your lips purse nervously, legs spreading and fingers finding themselves on your clit nevertheless.

“L-Like this daddy?” You ask, gently teasing your fingers down your slit.

“Faster kitten.” Cedric replies plainly, smirking to himself.

You gasp suddenly as your digits begin to pick up the pace, moving in circles around your throbbing clit. “L-Like this?” You pant, throwing your head back gently as the pleasure

“That’s perfect darling. How does it feel?” Cedric smirks.

“Good. So-So good!” You squeak, curling your toes at the euphoria rushing through your abdomen and through your veins as you push your fingers faster and faster.

Your hips buck upwards and your panting grows heavier as your thoughts and movement begin to grow erratic. Cedric licks his lips and steps forwards, lowering himself down onto his knees and prying your hand away, he watches in delight as your eyes widen in confusion at him, your mouth opening and closing as you try to regain your thoughts.

“Just relax, kitten.” Cedric coos, inching closer and licking a thick stripe up your core, lingering seductively on your clit as he pushes it around with his tongue.

“O-Oh fuck.” You moan, tightening your grip on the sheet as you watch Cedric suck gently on the sensitive bud. His large calloused hands massage your thighs as he works, gently caressing them as they shake in pleasure.

He shifts his attention downwards, letting his tongue slide down until he reaches your slit and then, agonizingly slowly, he begins to dip the tip of his tongue in and out, again and again, watching you shake and whine impatiently, waiting for you to break.

You try to pull him closer to you by burying your hand into his hair and tugging on him, but he keeps his pace, no matter how hard you buck your hips or grind down on him he persists until finally you beg.

“Please daddy, please. I-I need you! Fuck go faster.” You cry in pure need.

Cedric smirks to himself victoriously and obliges.

“Whatever my princess wants.”

As if a switch was flipped Cedric begins darting his tongue out as quick as he could, going in and out and lapping up and down.

The hufflepuff moves his hand from your thigh and begins slowly teasing you as his tongue swirls around your clit. You whimper at the feeling of his fingers sinking into your slit and grind your hips instinctively at the feeling. Your core clenches as Cedric’s digits pick up the pace, your mouth parts over and over again, trying to find your voice, but no words come out. You couldn’t think, couldn’t move, all you could feel was Cedric fingers thrusting in and out of you and his tongue sending delicious shockwaves up your stomach it was too much, but it felt so fucking good. You could feel your body clench and something tightening inside you that kept tugging everytime Cedric’s fingers slammed back into you.

Cedric chuckles to himself, sending even more vibrations up your core. He knew what was coming. Your breathing was growing erratic, your hips were bucking and you were squirming around in his grip.

“Do you feel that kitten?” He smirks, watching as you nod vigorously.

“Let go, darling. Relax.” Cedric hushes in a soft tone.

His fingers don’t stop as you finally give in, white flashing your vision as you cry and feel your release, crying Cedric’s name over and over again as he helps you ride out your high.

“Beautiful darling.” He murmurs, cleaning you off with his tongue as you whimper in response.

“How are you feeling? We can stop if-”

You cut him off.

“No! P-Please daddy, it feels so good I want more.” Your eyes widen at your own words and your face flushes a deep shade of red, you look down.

Cedric’s eyes widen for a moment before his grin returns and he nods.

“Very well then.” He murmurs, ditching his sweatpants that were wrapped around his ankles and climbing onto his bed.

Pushing you back gently he positions himself above you and takes his lips into yours in a soft kiss, waiting for you to return it.

Your eyes close and you tilt your head to the side, allowing Cedric to part his lips and tease his tongue along yours.

You breathe sharply in through your nose as the taste of your pussy still lingers on Cedric’s lips, but you find yourself moaning at the sensation, wrapping your arms around Cedric’s neck to pull him closer to you.

His hands move to your back where he skillfully unclips your bra, breaking the kiss for only a second as he pulls it from your arms and tosses it away.

Before you even realize it his lips are on your again, harder this time and far more passionate, he moves his lips slowly but fully, making you moan in satisfaction.

You feel your arousal grow again as heat builds up in your core, you swing your legs impatient around Cedric’s torso in a wordless plea to fuck you.

Cedric smiles into the kiss and without removing his lips from yours he uses his hands to loosen the grip from your legs and place them back on his bed. He pushes them apart and gets himself into position, before slowly pushing his length into you. You drew a sharp breath as he pushed deeper into you, but the sharp feeling went away almost immediately as you shifted yourself into a more comfortable position.

Cedric has to restrain himself from starting as he waits for your permission to start. Being your first time, he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you, or start before you were ready.

He lets out a breathy groan, you wrapped around him so perfectly, he had to pull away from your lips for a moment to bite his lip.

You capture his lips back into yours and whisper softly for him to start, Cedric doesn’t hesitate and begins to roll his hips in and out, building speed with each thrust of his hips.

“Fuck kitten you feel so good.” He moans, moving his lips to your neck and sucking on the sensitive skin as you sigh in pleasure.

Your breathing came out in rough pants with each thrust from Cedric’s hips, mixing with moans of ecstasy as he filled you up each time, hitting the spot deep in you that had your toes curling and your head lolling back.

“Faster daddy please!” You cry as Cedric nods and quickened his pace making shallow but thorough thrusts and sent vibration all the way up your body and through your veins.

“F-Fuck right there.” You beg, holding onto Cedric’s back like your life depended on it.

“You’re doing so well for me kitten, f-fuck.” Cedric praises causing light shivers to go down your spine.

You whimper softly.

Cedric chuckles softly as he buries his neck in your neck again and bucks his hips, burying himself fully causing a sharp gasp.

“Kitten you feel so good wrapped around my cock, Merlin I could fuck you for days.” The brunette murmurs darkly.

Your face darkens even more and you can only squeak out a small ‘thank you’ before Cedric begins snapping his hips back and forth again.

“Oh- oh fuck.”

“You like it when I praise you kitten? Tell you how perfect you feel while I fuck you.” Cedric taunts, pressing hard kisses down your neck.

“Yes daddy, I love it!” You shout, tightening your grip on his back as Cedric thrusts faster and harder

The tight sensation in your stomach was back and it was getting harder to hold in your climax with Cedric thrusts still hitting your core perfectly.

“D-Daddy, I’m so close.” You pant, arching your back and dropping your head into the pillows below you.

“I-I’m almost there kitten, you’re doing so well.” Cedric breathes, moaning in pleasure as you clench suddenly, trying to keep your release at bay.

“It’s alright darling, cum for me love.” Cedric murmurs, connecting your lips once more as his thrusts grow slower. You nod firmly, arching your back and feeling your eyes roll back as ecstasy pulses through your being.

The shockwaves from your release and the sound of your voice shouting his name pushes Cedric over the edge and after one final thrust his vision flashes.

“Oh fuck y/n.” He moans, slowly rolling his hips to ride out his high.

Cedric smiles as he finishes, collapsing gently beside you.

“How was it, kitten?” Cedric asks teasingly, placing his hand on your cheek.

“W-Wow.” You mutter after a moment. “It was perfect Ced, I learned so much.” You smile.

“That's great kitten, you did… amazing.” Cedric smirks, finding his voice getting caught in his throat as he speaks.

You glance out the window and see darkness pouring through the glass panes.

“M’ getting tired Ced.” You sigh, getting ready to throw the covers off and try to get back to your room.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. You can stay here, I’ll clean you up.” The hufflepuff insists, sitting up suddenly and grabbing his wand.

You nod and close your eyes for a moment, he murmurs a spell and when you open your eyes again you are cleaned off and Cedric was walking towards you with clean clothes, wearing his sweatpants again.

“Here, I-I’ll get you some water.” he smiles, laying a large t-shirt and a pair of his boxers onto the bed.

You nod meekly and sit up carefully to grab the clothing.

Shrugging on the shirt, you watch as Cedric makes his way to his door.

“Thank you by the way.” You sigh hoarsely, smiling to yourself.

“Yeah, no problem. I’ll be back in a moment.” Cedric nods, opening the door to his dorm and leaving.

“Godric…” Cedric sighs to himself as he leaves. For a moment he leans on the door and just breathes. This was just supposed to be a ‘lesson.’ A one night thing where you’d be together one night and forget. But, how was he going to forget? The way you touched his skin, said his name, called him ‘daddy.’

Fuck.

By the time he reached the common room the party had died down to only the hufflepuff students who were either passed out or cleaning up.

The refreshments table still had a few pitchers of water no one had touched so Cedric grabs one and two cups before turning and walking towards the stairs.

When he returned you were half passed out on his bed, your eyes flutter lightly as he walks in and Cedric can’t help but smile. You look so beautiful lying there, exhausted, but absolutely stunning.

“Hey, I brought you something to drink.” He whispers, pouring you a drink before helping you sit up.

“Mm-” You nod, taking the cup from his hand and drinking it.

The cool water feels amazing down your dry throat, you smile and thank him again before handing the cup back to him and collapsing back into bed.

“I-I’ll sleep on the floor.” Cedric mutters, placing the cup onto his bedside stand.

“No- Can you stay with me, please?” You murmur out suddenly, shifting to the side of the bed and snuggling yourself into his blanket.

“Yeah, of course.”Cedric smiles, sitting beside you before laying and getting situated in the covers.

You turn as soon as he’s comfortable and cuddle yourself into his chest.

“G’night Cedric.” You yawn, feeling your fatigue pull you into unconsciousness.

“Goodnight y/n.” The hufflepuff murmurs, wrapping his arms around your torso and resting his chin over your head.

There was something soothing about your breathing, the scent of your hair, the feeling of your skin against his. Something about you felt right, you felt perfectly sculpted against him.

Almost, ethereal.

But you deserved so much better than him. More than a playboy that has used every trick in the book. More than someone who could barely remember his nights because of alcohol. More than him.

You were innocent, more or less, compared to him. You still had a chance.

He sighs, pulling you closer to him.

For tonight though it didn’t matter, you were asleep peacefully in his arms and he was there with you. You could make the choice in the morning. But for now he was here, with you.

And that was all that mattered.

#cedric diggory #cedric diggory fanfiction #cedric smut #cedric diggory imagine #Cedric #Cedric Diggory smut #cedric fanfiction #cedric fic #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory fluff #cedric x y/n #cedric diggory smut #cedric diggory x reader fluff #cedric diggory x reader smut #cedric x reader #cedric diggory x you #nsfw.anya

[gryffinwall]

Lucas Friar Appreciation Post

Lucas often gets a bad rap for not being able to choose between the girls during the Not-a-Triangle situation – the phrase “fuckboy” gets used a lot – so it's only fitting he's the next one to receive an appreciation post.

1. Lucas put in a lot of work to be a better person, and it shows.

We know him as New York Lucas, who keeps his cool, makes good grades, and stays out of trouble. But it’s pretty clear he had to work through a LOT before transforming into the easy-going Lucas we've come to know. Not a lot of grown-ass adults can successfully manage their anger issues, so it’s pretty dang impressive Lucas was able to do it on his own.

2. He’s a great friend who will always be there for anyone who needs him.

Lucas was quick to defend Farkle when cool jock bro Billy called him a nothing. He stood up for Zay against that 30-something middle school kid even though it meant Lucas himself possibly getting in trouble for it. He felt crushed at not being able to protect the gang from the high school seniors. And of course, in spite of everything I just said about his anger management prowess, he was ready to stand up for Riley when he realized she was being bullied. He was the protector of the group, and he took his job seriously.

3. Lucas truly supported Maya’s art.

Oh look, my Lucaya bias is showing again! But it’s true – Lucas was consistently a huge source of support for Maya when it came to her art. He encouraged her to keep trying when she was ready to give up, and who could forget when he didn’t want the arts program to get cut because he knew those classes made her happy? Sure, Riley and the others supported her too, but Lucas seemed to have a better understanding of how deeply Maya's art meant to her.

4. The Not-a-Triangle was hard on him because he genuinely didn’t want to hurt either of the girls.

Okay, this one might be controversial. After all, it’s where he gets his fuckboy reputation. But hear me out: Lucas cared more about not hurting the girls and not damaging their friendship than he did about what he would get out of picking one of them. I won’t deny that some of that has to do with guilt, but let’s get real, how many guys would feel that upset over hurting someone he cared about that he was practically unwilling to make a decision at his own expense? And let's call it like it is: Lucas clearly felt unheard for a long time during that whole situationship. The girls were very much a part of why it took him so long to decide, but somehow the blame falls mainly on him.

5. He was surprisingly well-rounded for being the “face.”

Farkle called him “just a face” a lot and that couldn't be farther from the truth. Lucas was a great athlete, but he worked hard in school to the point of winning an athlete scholar award. He had a clear vision of what he wanted to do in life (become a veterinarian, in case you’ve forgotten). He also was elected class president, was vocal about his religious beliefs, got cast as Romeo in the school play, showed he cared more about ethics than money and won a bull riding competition. He also had a good sense of humour and was able to "tangle" with Maya, her words, pretty easily. We got a hint of an interesting family dynamic, what with his mother being the doting, loving parent and his dad being a bit of a hardass (remember Lucas calling his dad “sir”? Yikes.). And of course, there's also his aforementioned anger issues and his mysterious past involving getting held back a grade. Lucas easily could’ve just been the cute boy with not a lot going on, but he ended up being a far more interesting character than expected.

#girl meets world #gmw #lucas friar #appreciation post #lucaya #maya hart #riley matthews #farkle minkus #zay babineaux #isadora smackle

[2jaeh]

Country Club | Kim Doyoung

Genre: smut , daddy

Warnings: dilf! Doyoung, uni! Reader, RichAU,

Praise kink!, public, just DY being a hot rich dad tbh.

WORD COUNT: 2,9K

Author! SIN

Your father invited a friend to join you for your Saturday morning golf game, the catch was his friend and you have a very dirty secret.

A/N: admin SIN here! Sorry I’ve been IA, I’ve had so many commissions and I’m still working on the freaks prequel and another Yuta fic (help), so here’s a little smutty DY fic while y’all wait !

TAGS: @infnteen 🖤 thanks for the cute msg!

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It was a cool morning and the smell of the wet freshly cut grass signaled the first rain of spring. You were up in your room, taking a break from university, and you found yourself longing for the Mountain View’s of the country club.

Thankfully mom and dad were aching to host a spring party for their friends and you were able to tag along with them to your summer vacation home. It had been awhile since you’d been here, and the last time you set foot on these grounds you were almost in trouble.

Almost.

“Sweetheart dont you think the gardens look absolutely ravishing today” your mom marveled as you made your way downstairs in a white mini tennis skirt and a sky blue golf shirt.

“Absolutely mother” you smiled and placed kiss on her forehead before grabbing the pitcher of lemonade and poured yourself a glass. You stood in front of the clear glass sliding doors watching your father pace the lawn probably talking to a work friend on his phone.

“Mother I thought we were going to the golf course today, he’s not planning on working is he ?” You pouted, stuffing a blueberry muffin into your mouth.

“Your father will never miss a golf session dear” your mother chuckled, “just get your things together sweety your dad will be with you shortly.”

Sighing you downed the last of the lemonade and went to the shoe rack to find your white tennis shoes and asked one of the estates employees to load your golf bag into the golf cart.

Shortly after, your dad followed, a huge smile spread across his face as he noticed your cheeky pout obviously knowing what mood you were in.

“I’m sorry hun but work called, those varsity tuition isn’t going to pay itself now is it ?”

You rolled your eyes playfully and slipped into the golf carts driver seat and patted the seat next to you,

“Ok fine but I’m driving.”

The two of you made your way down the courtyard and into the country club’s entrance. The gravel road was covered by huge oak trees, placed strategically along the sides leading to the huge mansion at the end.

Your father directed you to the golf course and one of the gates men welcomed you in before all you saw in front of you was the bright green golf course.

“I’m feeling lucky today hun, I can feel it” your dad squeezed his fist while you let out a chuckle, “easy there Tiger Woods”

“Well I’m definitely going to beat Doyoung that’s for sure”

“Doyoung ?” Saying his name already brought you a flash of memories.

“Yeah you remember my work buddy Mr Kim right ? He’s here helping out with the party, he brought over his sons too” your dad spoke as you pulled up to the first hole.

“What about his....wife ?” You swallowed, as your mind raced back to last year’s Christmas lunch.

First and fur-most Kim Doyoung was the hottest dad at the country club. He was still quite young in comparison to the other fathers thanks to his choices of getting hitched way too early. Most people would describe him as helpful, responsible the kind of guy who genuinely helped out the people around him.

But you knew a very different side to him.

It was the evening of the lunch that you and a friend had snuck outside for a smoke, knowing your fathers would be tremendously upset with that action for their little girls. After your friend ran off to God knows where, Doyoung had emerged and the look on his face as he watched you drag in that cigarette was...something.

“You’re such a naughty girl y/n disobeying daddy like this” he said in a silky voice, taking the cigarette with his slender fingers and placing it to his own mouth.

You watched him in awe, pulling in that cigarette and exhale the smoke up into the sky like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“Please don’t tell my dad Mr Kim” you had said in a high tone, surprising yourself at the hint of desperation in your voice.

“Don’t worry it will be our little secret love” Doyoung winked taking in another drag but this time he grabbed your chin and blew the smoke into your mouth. It felt intoxicating. But a sudden call from his wife had pulled you out of your fantasy and he disappeared, not seeing him since then.

Until now ofcourse.

“Oh your mother didn’t tell you ? Doyoung and Hani are divorced now, yeah she took off with some model and left him with the kids” your dad shrugged and greeted the caddy waiting on the course for him.

“Oh I see” you responded, placing a baseball cap on your head and watched your father tee off.

It wasn’t long until you heard another golf cart behind you as you began setting up your shot, wanting to look back desperately.

“Kim Doyoung” your father bellowed as you took your shot and turned around to meet your guests.

You noticed Doyoung had brought both his sons, Jeno a guy somewhat around your age and his little brother Jisung. It was quite surprising to see them outside when you knew they preferred to stay couped up in their bedrooms playing video games.

“Hey y/n, I didn’t know you’d be here too” Jeno shyly waved while Jisung inspected a golf club.

“Yeah I’m on spring break, so I decided to spend a bit of it here” you replied, moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Doyoung smiled at you innocently and held out his hand, “it’s good to have you back y/n” he said as you took his hand and nodded shyly. Doyoung returned to his conversation with your father and all you could do was stare at how gorgeous he looked today.

Dressed in white slacks, a navy blue polo shirt and black rimmed glasses, girls your age may not understand your desires but to you Doyoung was incredibly sexy to say the least.

He was well built too, his wide shoulders and small waist gave him a swimmer physique, it was all too tempting to know what he looked like underneath his attire.

“How about we mix the teams, you and y/n versus Jeno and I ?” Your dad suggested and Doyoung looked over at you briefly and smiled,

“You got yourself a deal, winner gets that Sauvignon Blanc you’ve been hoarding in your cellar” Doyoung chuckled and set up his ball for his shot.

You tried not to stare but God was it hard. You watched as his eyes narrowed on his target and his dark hair waved as he swung. Doyoung twisted his body posing as he watched his almost perfect swing lead his ball closer it’s target.

“Jeno get ya head in the game boy” your father grumbled as Jeno found himself lost in a game on his phone.

Jisung snickered as Jeno sighed and removed himself from his game to join the one he was supposed to be playing in reality. You could already tell that your competitive father immediately regretted his decision of swopping teams when Jeno’s swing only had the ball drop just a few feet away from him.

“I mean, that was a hit alright” You stifled a laughter.

“I’m not used to these golf clubs!” Jeno whined as his father tapped him on his shoulder, “A good player never blames the equipment son, y/n let’s head over to the hole shall we ?” Doyoung said jumping into his cart.

“Are we not waiting until we’re done ?” Your father grumbled still watching Jeno struggle with his form.

“Seems like we’ll be here all night if one team doesn’t get a move on” Doyoung pressed his lips together, hiding the smug smile that was beginning to form on his face,

“The caddy’s will make sure we’re not...cheating, let’s go win this y/n.”

You hugged your sulking father and hopped in the golf cart next to Doyoung, keeping your eyes on the path ahead of you.

From time to time you found yourself staring over at him, taking in that side profile as he casually maneuvered the vehicle over the greenery until you arrived at your destination.

“Shall we ?” Doyoung said, wetting his bottom lip with tongue and placed his cold hand on your exposed thigh.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, much like that night with the cigarette. You wanted more, you wanted to test just how far you could go.

And knowing that sneaking around in secret like this only made it more exciting.

“It’s going to be pretty easy to sink this” you pouted as you noticed your ball was just mere centimeters away from the first hole.

“You sound disappointed” Doyoung raised an eyebrow as he watched you set up your shot.

“We’re going to be quite far ahead of them”

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing”

You looked up at Doyoung who causally waited aside, watching you line up your shot. He wasn’t going to say it just yet, but he was definitely enjoying the view.

Sucking in a deep breath you hit the ball, but missed the target completely and felt your cheeks heat up when Doyoung lightly chuckled.

“Your form is correct you just hit it way too hard, here let me help you”

Doyoung dropped his club and made his way over to you as you got into position for your shot. Your breathing hitched when he stood behind you, a hand placed around your waist and the other on top of yours on the golf club.

You could feel his warm breath on your neck as he pulled your hips against his, bending you slightly over to feel a little more of you.

Your eyes fluttered up to where the caddy was, nervous that he’d feel some type away about this interaction but he was too invested in his phone to care.

“He’s not going to say or do anything, trust me” Doyoung whispered into your ear as you felt his hand tighten around your waist and pull your ass even closer to his crotch.

“Like this ?” You pushed your ass up to grind up against him, satisfied when you heard a small moan escape his lips.

You hit the ball and watched it sink into the hole in satisfaction. Doyoung pulled away from your body and clapped at your victory,

“Well done love” he praised and it made you rub your thighs together. You don’t know why but hearing him praise you made you so wet, all you wanted to do was be his good girl.

Doyoung’s turn was next and he easily sunk in his shot and before you knew it you two were already on your way to the next hole.

This time in the drive Doyoung had one hand on your thigh, squeezing lightly as he drove through the course casually. Finally pulling up to the next hole, you immediately got into position to tee off,

“Am I doing it right ?” You pouted back at Doyoung who stood a distance as he downed a bottle of water.

“You got this love, hey I’ll tell you what” Doyoung ran his fingers through his hair and unbuttoned the first button of his Ralph Lauren polo shirt,

“If you get this in with Atleast three shots I’ll give you a reward.”

You swallowed hard, your mind buzzing with what the reward could be. Shaking your head that was filled with fantasies you took your shot, surprised that it was a pretty decent one at that.

“Well done love, you must really want that reward” Doyoung mused, his small praises driving you into a frenzy once again.

Doyoung quickly took yet another perfect shot and the two of you hopped in the cart headed for the final stretch of the play.

Again not wasting anytime you took your shot and managed to complete the round in just two shots, immediately turning to Doyoung and gave him a dashing smile.

“Wow love, you did beautifully” he praised, coming over to stroke your back and sent your thoughts into overdrive,

“Let me finish up here and we can sort that reward out” Doyoung’s voice was filled with mischief.

Just like he said Doyoung finished his round quite quickly and went over to the caddy whispering to him before heading back to you in the cart.

“What did you tell him ?” You asked as Doyoung started the ignition and began driving on a slightly different, more secluded path.

“Told him not to follow us, and just meet us at the next hole” Doyoung pressed his lips together and you watched his eyes search for a spot that was hidden from passerby’s.

Doyoung stopped the engine and jumped out of the cart, quickly pulling you out and leaned your back against the hood of the golf cart. His eyes were dark and a smirk grew on his face as his fingers brushed against your cheek, over your chest and eventually landed on your thigh.

“You love to praised y/n, I’ve taken notice of that” he hummed and his fingers separated your legs slightly as it moved higher up your skirt.

“I want you to know how good I am” you fluttered your lashes at him, leaning back into the hood and licked your lips.

“You think you’re good ?” Doyoung chuckled darkly as his finger grazed your soaked underwear, “I think you’re a bad girl y/n, just so fucking bad.”

You bit down on your lip as Doyoung pushed your underwear to the side and pushed his index finger into your core. You threw your head back as Doyoung slowly fingered you, bringing his mouth to you jaw and kissed you gently.

“But you know a promise is a promise and you deserve your reward” Doyoung responded by inserting two more fingers in you, quickly using his free hand to cover your mouth before you moaned.

“I’m good...daddy”

Doyoung’s ears perked at the nickname and responded by moving his fingers even faster, pushing his large frame into yours as you began chasing your orgasm.

Just as you were about to come undone Doyoung removed his fingers and wiped your wetness on your skirt before pulling you into a hot and sloppy kiss.

“If you think you’re a good girl, how about doing something about this huh” Doyoung growled into your ear and grabbed your hand, placing it over his hardened member.

You immediately slipped down to your knees and unbuckled his pants, waiting to please him. Doyoung freed his member and looked down as you took him into your mouth, making sure every inch of him entered before slowly sucking him off.

“Fuck...that feels so good, you’re doing so good my love” he sighed, throwing your cap aside and grabbed tufts of your hair as you sucked him off in the middle of the country club golf course.

Doyoung began thrusting into your mouth until you felt him hit the back of your throat and he came undone, feeling every bit of him slide down your throat.

Doyoung brought you up and swiped his thumb across your lips before inserting it into your mouth while you sucked on it gently.

“You’re right, you’re such a good girl” he praised and began rubbing his member in between your thighs as you felt him slowly grow hard once more.

“Do I get a reward again daddy ?” You placed your manicured hands on his chest and looked up at him with barely innocent eyes.

“Ofcourse, anything for you my love” Doyoung mused and spun you around, bending you over the golf cart and dropped your panties down to your knees.

Doyoung pushed his member into your core and slipped a hand in front between your legs to stimulate you while he fucked you senseless. He placed a hand over your mouth once more, the last thing he needed was your father or his own damn kids walking in on this.

But he wanted to feel as much of you as he could and removed the hand from your mouth and slipped it under your shirt, giving your breast a squeeze.

“Don’t you dare make a sound my love, or else I’ll stop” Doyoung grunted as he heard your soft whimpers in his ear.

Doyoung felt himself getting closer again and pulled out, leading you to the seats of the cart and propped you up on it and entered you again. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you felt him twitch inside of you. Grabbing onto the seats for support you nodded at him, signaling that you too were close and Doyoung sped up until you came all over his member and he pulled out waiting for your mouth to return to his tip.

“Take it all in again my love, you’re such a good girl” he groaned, biting down on his lips and your mouth wrapped around him once more and felt his liquid run down your throat for the second time that day.

You finally cleaned up and Doyoung neatened himself before texting the caddy that the two of you were on your way.

“What’s the next reward daddy ?” You raised your eyebrow at him as you watched a smug smile spread across his face as he drove,

“Well after this game is over and you get yourself cleaned up, how about meeting for another reward daddys room ?”

#Doyoung smut #nct scenarios #nct smut #nct 127 #2jaeh masterlist #nct angst #nct imagines #nct drabble #nct au #Doyoung fic #doyoung scenarios #nct doyoung smut #nct dilf #kpop smut #kim dongyoung

[real-jane]

nftn: tequila and consequences

(bucky barnes x female!reader, shield)

summary: three times tequila was a choice, and a catalyst, of sorts.

warnings: drinking, sexual innuendo, bucky and bruce hash it out finally, sam mistakenly thinks he knows more about bucky than you, everyone conspires to get sam a date, clint barton is a flirt, everyone in this story is a little fruity, and i will not apologize. this is just brain crack.

word count: 6,761

a/n: part seven of ‘nostalgia for the new’. (we will get back to the actual arc of the plot next update) this takes place at *some point* within the timeline of the last few updates. i don't go into what happened with nat and bruce, but we're assuming she got hurt and it caused a rift between them. imagine what you will. once again and for all time: no beta, we die like sam's confidence after too many tequila shots.

Edit: huge s/o to my muse @peterhollandkait for the convo which inspired this 😘

series masterlist

The first time you had tequila with the gang, you provided the bottle, as repayment to Sam.

It was expensive--your first mistake--and Sam was doling out the servings. Your second.

Everyone became intoxicated far quicker than seemed reasonable, except that two of the people in the room were five times older than the legal drinking age and incapable of getting drunk… and the other three were competitive. Between you, Sam, and Natasha, the bottle was drained quickly… ninety-dollars tasted an awful lot like Bucky’s lips with a hint of lime…

Apparently many embarrassing things had been said. And done. The whole group had made a pact not to ever speak of what really happened, but for a long time afterwards, Bucky would choke anytime someone mentioned you and Nat in the same sentence. You and she had made a separate agreement to be proud of it… whatever it was. Steve was mum, but he also had a hickey below his collarbone the next morning which told its own story. You were fairly certain you had nothing to do with that. It wasn’t your tooth pattern, and Bucky had his own—definitely your fault—on his left pec to prove it.

You were responsible for the aftermath in the washroom of your suite. Bucky insisted that you were beautiful, as you disposed of the contents of your stomach, and that you had only pouted a little when he forced you to shower without him… because you apparently had, quote:

Kitten-claws which would put Alpine to shame.

You woke up the next morning very sorry to have ever looked at tequila, to be alive in a universe where tequila was a thing that existed in order to hurt innocent people, like yourself.

Sam was barred from bartending for all time. You were barred from buying.

***

He could feel your eyes on him across the lounge, and Bucky couldn’t help the flush on his cheeks. Three drinks into the second attempt at margarita night--Sam’s idea--and you were telling Bucky things with your eyes that he wasn’t even sure you realized you were saying. Nestled on the couch beside Steve, you were giggling, and all the while, your eyes kept tracking back to Bucky. He was mainlining root beer like it might distract him from your very soft, beckoning smiles.

“So.”

Sam considered his friend over the rim of his red solo cup, which was still full to the brim of margarita (his fourth, technically, but Steve took charge of dispersing the booze this time, so there was only one shot per drink).

Bucky raised a brow. “Got something to say?”

“I just… want to congratulate you,” Sam said softly. He held up his cup. “I don’t know anybody who deserves a good woman more than you, buddy.”

“Booze makes you sentimental.”

“Doesn’t mean I ain’t right. You’ve been through a lot, and… I’ve been there for only a tiny fraction of that time but you got a good heart, and I’m glad I get to see somebody else recognize that.”

Bucky cleared his throat and looked away from his rambling friend. You were laughing with Nat, clutching Steve’s arm… yeah, he sure had it good.

As if you sensed it--and maybe you did, you saw him in ways that sometimes made him wonder if you were just a little bit prescient--you met his eyes. It was like your whole air changed, and whatever was making you laugh had faded into something purer… softer.

It reminded him a little bit of the first time you met. Even as he had tried to scramble away, completely mortified to be found sleeping outside your door, you were just so. Curious. And gentle. And now it wasn’t quite so secret how you made him feel, which meant he could relax among friends. You held out a hand to call him.

He side-stepped the kitchen island and went to you. “James Barnes, as I live and breathe!” You cooed when he met you to grasp your hand.

“Oh boy,” he chuckled.

“Y/n and I were just saying that you have a lot of names,” Nat said, eyebrow crooked. “James. Buchanan.”

“Barnes,” you added. “Bucky.”

“White Wolf!” Sam called, and your head snapped to him.

“Yes!” Your eyes sparkled. “That’s the best.”

Bucky chuckled. “You really like that one.”

“White Wolf. Pssh. That’s so you. So like… ‘i’m a little grumpy, and dangerous--”

“Might be a werewolf,” Nat interjected. Bucky rolled his eyes. “What? Heals fast. Prefers night time. Absolute bastard during a full moon.”

“Okay, that’s enough of that.” Bucky moved to go back to the safety of the kitchen, but you held fast to his hand.

“Nooooo, no! We’ll stop. We like you. I love you, they like you.”

“I also love him!” Sam called.

“I’m afraid I, too, love Bucky,” Steve said, holding up his beer.

“You’re okay,” Nat winked.

“How abouuuuut… ‘Jamie’?” You tugged on his arm more insistently, and Bucky sat on the back of the couch to accommodate you.

He wrinkled up his nose. “Only my sister called me Jamie.”

“She’s definitely not your sister,” Nat laughed.

Cap snorted. “Thank goodness for that.”

You kissed yours and Bucky’s clasped hands. “Benny. I call you that sometimes.”

“Doll, you can call me whatever you like,” he said. Bucky smiled so warmly, you even got a flash of teeth.

“Are you people like this when there’s nobody else around?” Bruce Banner scoffed from the kitchen.

“Yes,” Bucky answered without pause.

Banner snorted like of course you are. He had shuffled into the kitchen and made himself known, but he looked quite annoyed; a bathrobe, matching striped pajamas, and faux-sheepskin-lined slippers could not soften the discomfort of the good doctor. Even when Bucky had seen him at group gatherings, he tended to keep largely to Tony’s company, or spoke softly with Pepper or Clint. He largely avoided Nat, for reasons nobody had made clear to either you or Bucky, and he didn’t often let himself step away from Medical. He was perhaps the only full-time employee of SHIELD--or maybe the only one who acted like it. Bruce Banner gave Fury a run for his money.

“Bruce!” Sam called in delight, despite Bruce being mere inches from him. “You got my invite, man!”

“...Uh huh. Certainly didn’t just come up for air after ten hours in the lab to have dinner by myself,” the doctor said with a grunt. “What prompted this debauchery?”

“Nothing. Just a quiet evening!”

“I could hear you all from the elevator. You, specifically.” He gestured to you, and you made an innocent gasp.

Bucky felt a swell of defensiveness. “Hey, man,” he said softly, trying not to clench his teeth. “We’re not trying to ruin your night. Just enjoying each other’s company.”

“Yeah, Bruce,” Nat added. There was just the slightest twinge of pain in her voice. “Why don’t you try it?”

He shook his head at her. “Sure, Natasha. Thanks for the advice.”

“It’s the least I can do for an old friend.” She stood abruptly and glanced at Steve, who was studying his hands, folded in his lap. She snorted and pushed past his legs and yours, shoving the door out to the balcony open and letting it settle behind her with a clang.

You followed her wordlessly, giving Bucky a worried look. He sighed. Steve stayed stock-still.

“You gonna do anything about that, or.” Bucky leaned down with his hands braced on the back of the couch.

“She’s okay,” Cap said softly. “It’s a show she puts on.”

“For whose benefit? His? Certainly not yours--”

“Buck--”

He put up his hands. “Whatever you say.”

Bucky looked back at the doctor. Bruce was staring into the refrigerator like something might jump into his hand which was appetizing after the palate-cleansing exchange between him and the Black Widow. Sam was fiddling with the bottle of tequila--once again empty, but this time something classified as gold, with no claims to a celebrity brand deal or anything remotely ‘authentic’. He was trying very hard not to look awkward. He was failing.

Bucky scratched his cheek. Fuck.

“Doc--can you step into the hallway, for a moment?” he asked quickly, and Bucky strode for the hallway without waiting to see if Bruce followed him. The soft shuffling of his slippers kept pace down to the far end of the hall, near the elevator. Bucky sat on the bench and rubbed a hand over his face.

“What do you want, Barnes?” Bruce took a wide stance and crossed his arms.

Bucky mirrored the pose. “I know you helped kill the Lazarus project. Y/n said you dodged her requests, but I saw your signature on the condemnation, and… I just want to thank you. I know you don’t like me, and I respect that. Haven’t given you much reason to.”

Bruce looked down. “Yeah. Well… the project had a stupid name, anyway. It was doomed from the start.”

“Sure,” Bucky huffed.

“And now I don’t have you using up valuable time for my nurses every week, not to mention the sheer amount of hours the lab spent synthesizing it--wasted money on traitor blood.”

Bucky’s stomach dropped. “Aha. Well. Thanks, anyway.” He stood and stepped around the other man.

“You’re not special, Barnes.”

Bucky stopped walking.

“Just because Rogers is your best friend--Captain America himself--it doesn’t mean people have to forgive what you did, or that they even should.”

“I know.”

“We’re very lucky that Congress is on our side, for now… it would make it a lot easier for them to trust us if you weren’t around.”

Bucky looked over his shoulder. “Your opinion would weigh more if you had been around when Steve first brought me here.”

“Oh,” Bruce laughed wryly, “I was. I was told my opinion didn’t matter. So. I stay in my med-bay like a good boy, and I say nothing, and then your girlfriend gets hurt and you threaten me--”

“I was out of line.”

“Yeah. Big time. I hope you understand why I want nothing to do with you.”

Bucky gritted his teeth and took the sentiment on the chin. He let Bruce go without another word, and the truth of what the doctor had said sank into his bones. The thing was, Bruce was absolutely entitled to think that; Bucky felt like his feelings were more justified than anyone else’s. After all, wasn’t that what Bucky thought about himself?

He didn’t want to walk back into a room of people who would come to his defense. Sam and Steve would take one look at him and know that words had been exchanged--he was certain that they were arguing about it that very moment, trying to decide who would come after them and break up whatever altercation they were imagining. As if on cue, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

DOLL: You ok, B?

You. Sweet and wonderful, tipsy you.

He didn’t regret what he had done when you were hurt that first time. Bruce had been so cagey about your condition that it made Bucky fear that you were worse off, that the bullet had actually found its way to your heart instead of just settling itself in your shoulder socket--you hadn’t been made aware that he loved you yet. You were still a new thing for him, someone who might have been plucked out of his life with the collision of one well-placed bullet.

He had acted out of panic. Bruce seemed to harbor deeper animosity, and he saw little chance of winning him over, now.

Bucky replied to your text; he wasn’t great at composing the short little messages, but he managed:

😓

You replied almost instantly.

DOLL: Specify?

“tired. being alone sounds good”

DOLL: you need to be alone, or you need ME alone + maybe a movie?

“you”

DOLL: where are you?

“by the elevator”

DOLL: Gimme 3 minutes.

“sorry”

DOLL: Hush.

“love you”

DOLL: let me put a handful of crackers in my pocket before we go? Steve ate all the chips and I’m starving.

“I’ll order 🍕”

DOLL: you sure?

“youre a hungry drunk, im a great planner, match made in heaven.”

“plus im also hungry”

DOLL: wow, look at you! thinking about your own needs and everything.

“sorry maam won’t happen again”

DOLL: one minute till go time. I’m not drunk.

“tell that to your sweater bettie page”

In the midst of the pleasant part of the evening, you had shed your sweater in the silliest possible way, leaving you with your head and shoulders stuck. It had required an intricate dance to free yourself, and had inspired Nat to suggest everyone play strip poker--which Steve and Bucky immediately shot down as a recipe for a repeat of ‘Tequila 1’ as they had come to refer to it.

It had been incredibly sexy as an idea--and in no way inspired Bucky imagining what you’d look like in something small, black, and lacy. Definitely not using the Google app to research such accoutrement as he stood back observing in the kitchen, in anticipation of the upcoming gift-exchanging-holiday, and certainly not putting several charges on his credit card with brands who had more ‘X’s’ in their name than necessary. Modern technology was a marvel.

His phone buzzed again.

DOLL: are you sure you’re ok? Bruce came back in here looking like he saw a ghost

“no love”

DOLL: i’m coming.

A shriek sounded in the distant lounge, followed by Sam’s cackling laughter. It took approximately ten seconds for you to round the corner; you were smiling with pink cheeks, hair trying to escape from your braid and floating in your face… but when you caught sight of Bucky, you immediately sobered. You strode for him and grasped his wrist, tugging him quickly towards the room which bore his name on the placard. Bucky allowed you to place his thumb on the bioscreener, and then yank him inside.

“What happened?” You cupped his face.

Bucky groaned. “I tried to thank him. For signing the condemnation.”

“And?”

“He made it very clear where he stands with me.” Bucky looked at you finally, and he sighed. “Forgive me, but… you know that a lot of people feel like he does--that I make things much harder for SHIELD to be trusted--”

“How is that any different than how they see the fucking Hulk, himself? Or Nat? Or hell--even Steve? Honey…” You stood on your tip toes and linked your hands behind his neck. “As much as Bruce Banner likes to think so, the public doesn’t operate on a binary in regards to the Avengers. They’ve all done serious damage, and that exists in duality with the good that they’ve done trying to protect people. Besides: you have lived in the compound for years, now--where hundreds of SHIELD agents work and live. If Congress, hell if Fury thought you were truly that much of a threat to those lives, let alone the reputation of the work we do… don’t you think they’d have put you on The Raft by now and had done with it?”

Bucky pressed his forehead to yours. “I guess so.”

“You’re not that special. Sorry, baby.” The wry tone of your voice had him fighting back a smirk, even as he let your words wash over him. Bruce had said the same, but coming from him it had sounded like you’re not special, you’re the problem.

“I’m not, huh?”

“Nope. I mean… don’t get me wrong--handsome as sin.” You kissed his brow. “Hell of a lover. Excellent taste in women. But… not the kind of threat to SHIELD that Bruce Banner wants to believe. And that’s on him.”

Bucky kissed you softly. “...you’re gonna go talk to him, aren’t you.”

“Oh yeah. Give me ten minutes.” You patted his butt lovingly before slipping out of the room.

Bucky sat on his bed and braced his elbows on his knees. He couldn’t help but feel like this is what he got for getting comfortable, letting his guard down. What he wouldn’t give for the ignorant bliss he had almost found, surrounded by friends slinging jokes, to come back again?

Still… he pulled up the app in his phone which made it possible for him to order your favorite pizza without having to speak to a living person on the other end of the phone. He made it extra-large, with extra cheese, just the way you like it. As soon as he hit confirm order, Bucky tossed his phone to the side.

You had looked so hurt to hear what Bruce had said. He didn’t want you to be sad, but your reaction justified his. It made it okay for him to have a sensitivity to such treatment. Love had opened up his capacity for more emotions than anger. One time, you told him that he didn’t have to be comfortable with pain, just because he was used to it… Bucky thought about that a lot. But boy--he was becoming mighty comfortable with love.

You did not return in ten minutes. It took twenty. But when you did, you weren’t alone. You shoved a sullen Dr. Banner forward as Bucky opened his door. He had one very red cheek, and his hair was mussed. His bathrobe was missing.

“Before you ask, she did not have the pleasure of slapping me,” Bruce ground out.

You laughed dryly. “Unfortunately.”

“What can I do for you?” Bucky asked.

Bruce sighed. You nudged him. “I haven’t spent any time around you. So. I don’t know what you’re like. I know what I heard when the Winter Soldier was terrorizing my team, and how you acted when she got shot. That’s all. So. Maybe... it isn’t fair of me to make a call about what you deserve.”

“Uh. Wow,” Bucky said in disbelief. “Well, I… appreciate it.”

“And?” You asked expectantly. Bucky’s eyes flicked to you, but you were pointing a finger at Bruce in warning.

“After Y/n got shot, you asked for what would be a reasonable accommodation for any concerned partner.”

“Oh, we weren’t--”

“Right. Not yet.”

“Not until after I got back from Siberia, and chewed Shaw a new asshole,” you said proudly.

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “Okay… regardless… your concerns were valid. I should’ve seen them for what they were.”

“In your defense, I didn’t know what it was coming from, either,” Bucky said, feeling slightly flushed. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry that was your only impression of me. If something had happened to her--”

“Nah. I--I get it.”

“She’s important to me,” Bucky said. He looked at you, then. You grinned, and it filled him with such pride.

“It’s not easy watching someone you care about get hurt,” Bruce muttered.

“She’s okay, Bruce.” You clasped his shoulder. “It sounds like it wasn’t easy for either of you.”

“I hope she’s happy.”

“She is.”

He nodded once. Bucky realized what you were alluding to, but he wasn’t about to pry (especially when he knew that you’d fill him in once Bruce had gone). He held out his hand to the other man. Bruce took it, and they shook.

“Next time we have family night, will you come?”

Bruce’s focus shifted to you and he raised his eyebrows. You nodded in reassurance.

“Uh. Sure.”

“Thanks, Bruce.”

The doctor excused himself and made his way down the hall--not to the lounge, but to his own room. Sometimes it was easy to forget that he and Bucky had lived on the same floor for a while. He just didn’t make himself known. Bucky couldn’t help but let out a long breath of relief.

“Sorry it took so long,” you said, pushing on his chest so he backed into the room. You shut the door and stood with your back to it. “I sort of sicced Nat on him, and… you should know that she really loves us. You and me. She told him all about it. Said you were the best thing to happen to me, and then slapped him. Really hard. We all got sympathy pains.”

Bucky winced. “Christ. I can’t help but feel like I put a damper on the night.”

“Stop giving yourself so much credit!”

“Sorry.”

“You’re getting good at texting, though. I think it’s very sweet how much you like emojis.”

His phone buzzed. Bucky checked it after you nodded.

STEVE: Buck, you were right. I am going to do something about Nat. It’s what you would do.

Bucky’s eyebrows attempted to climb into his hairline. He held up the screen so you could see it. You covered your mouth and squealed.

“I may have told him that women don’t wait around forever,” you murmured. “But… I dunno. I would have.” You pushed off the door and stepped up to Bucky, smoothing your hand over his heart. “Lord knows I’m grateful I don’t have to.”

“Nat’s less patient than you,” Bucky chuckled.

“Nobody in my whole life has ever called me patient. Everything is different with you.”

“Yeah?” He picked you up, urging you to wrap your legs around his waist. He turned and pressed you against the wall. You looked down at him with heavy eyelids, squirming against his vibranium arm at your back like a cat arching to be touched.

“It’s not just the super-soldier thing--although...”

He gasped in mock-indignation. “You’re only with me for my cool accessories.”

“I haven’t had a drink in two hours, and all I can think about is that thing we tried last night…”

“Oh. Oh. You like the upgrades, then?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes. This is me very unsexily asking you if we can go upstairs already--”

“No, I got it. Let’s go.” He transferred you to his back and bolted from the room. Steve and Nat were turning down the hallway, so he diverted towards the stairwell, leaving you to wave and cackle in farewell.

The guard in the security booth heartily enjoyed your pizza when neither of you answered the buzzer.

***

The third time tequila came out on family night, Sam was successful in inviting the largest number of people thus far; for once, everyone (everyone who Sam considered “everyone”, aka you and Bucky, Steve, Natasha, Bruce, Tony, Pepper, and Clint) was home for the weekend, so.

That’s how the floor five lounge turned into a glorified bar on a rainy Sunday evening. Sam wasn’t bartending. But Tony sure tried! ...Which is also how, two heaping drinks in, Sam and Tony had you cornered with James Barnes-themed Trivial Pursuit.

Somehow, they had both gotten the impression that they might know Bucky better than you did. The audacity of the thought. Steve had put fifty-dollars on you for the win, and Bucky was helpless to stop it. Try as he might. He had even resorted to inserting himself between you and the two grown adult men waving their fingers in your face… you weren’t drinking, but only Bucky knew that, so you were putting on quite a show of being tipsy, which meant hugging Bucky around the waist and shouting your answers from behind his back. You had decided that you enjoyed your rare evenings with everyone together when you weren’t distracted by matching Sam shot-for-shot. Made it a lot easier to focus on winning, too.

Sam was not taking his near-constant loss well.

“His favorite movie—“

“Field of Dreams!” you called. “Easiest question ever.” Bucky’s love of emotional sports movies gave you an inordinate amount of entertainment. Sure, he was down to watch any artsy french film you could throw at him, but put Kevin Costner on a baseball field and he wept.

“Survey says?” Tony pointed to the source.

Bucky held up his thumb in confirmation. “Correct. My father looked like Ray Liotta.”

“Could’ve sworn you were gonna say Ocean’s Eleven!” Sam exclaimed.

Tony snorted. “Allergies?”

“Idiots,” you laughed.

“Wrong. Penicillin.”

“She’s right,” Bucky said. “I get hives from idiocy. Penicillin just makes my throat close up.” He patted your hands and dislodged your hold so he could pull you around in front instead. You snuggled up against his chest and he fixed you with a serious scowl--complete with glinting, amused eyes.

Sam slammed the rest of his marg and wiped his mouth in annoyance, gesturing to you with his empty glass. “This isn’t cool. You’re getting these answers through osmosis--”

“Are we sure she’s not a telepath?” Tony’s teasing nudge did not improve Sam’s demeanor.

You cackled. “He’s just jealous. And I know my next three answers, so before you even ask: Corn dogs. Winnie Larson. Keanu Reeves, or Gene Kelly, if he was still alive.”

Bucky held up his fingers to count them off. “My last meal on death row. Ma’s name. Who’d play me in my biopic.”

“I’m sorry--Keanu I get. But Gene Kelly?” Sam shouted. Ah, yes. Tequila volume. “Give me five good reasons why that tap-dancing sonofabitch is anything like you, mister two-left-feet-one-metal-arm.”

Bucky scoffed. “He’s strong. Handsome. Funny. Looks good in tight pants--”

“If he was still alive, he’d be like a hundred and fifty!”

“One-oh-three, and that’s only three years younger than me right now,” Bucky said, completely straight-faced.

You tapped his cheek. “You must drink a lot of water, you look great for your age.”

“Why, thank you, ma’am.” He kissed your forehead.

Sam blinked. “Seriously. Not like… Brendan Fraser, or--”

Tony slapped Sam on the back so hard he coughed. “Ooh, yes! He could absolutely do the Big-Muscles-No-Brains thing!”

“Wow, Stark. Hurtful.”

“Listen, Brendan Fraser is a sexy man,” Sam said seriously. “You could do worse.”

“Fine. Fraser may also play me, if Reeves is unavailable.”

Tony sneered. “Classic Pisces answer.”

“...Creepy. I’m not enjoying this. Y/n wins. Game over.” Bucky picked you up, exiting the conversation with a middle finger over his shoulder. He set you on your feet again in between Steve and Nat, where they sat on stools at the kitchen island.

“Hey guys,” you laughed, as Bucky patted your head.

“Leaving the arena of play is forfeiting!” The Falcon hollered indignantly.

Nat raised an eyebrow. “What’s his shoe size, Sam?”

“...That is a man’s private business!” Sam grumbled something else to Tony that sounded an awful lot like I’ll have you know we could share shoes if that wasn’t unhygienic.

Steve reached into his pocket. He slapped fifty dollars on the counter in front of you. You picked it up gleefully, making a big show out of smelling it, and then turning around and tucking it seductively into Bucky’s shirt pocket.

“What is your shoe size?” Nat asked, as Bucky rounded the makeshift bar to prepare you another beverage. As he performatively left out the tequila, and heavy-handedly sugared the rim of your glass, he glared at her.

“He’s enjoying himself, ignore the scowl.” Cap looked to you for confirmation, and you nodded.

Of course he was--Bucky had rolled up his sleeves, a sure sign of his comfort level (and an added benefit of a free gun show, both artificial and naturally-honed), and he was especially affectionate… which wasn’t new around his friends, but he just wasn’t guarded in the way that he could be when he was feeling in any way at risk. He wasn’t quiet, he wasn’t hiding off to the side, and he even tolerated being the center of attention (if just for a few minutes at a time). You smiled as you watched him shake your drink--90% margarita mix, 9% fresh squeezed lemon and orange juice, 1% sugar--what a beautiful man. He deserved a night of this. Levity.

“You’ve got it bad,” Nat murmured. You glanced at her.

She wasn’t looking at you.

Instead, she was playing with the cuff of Steve’s shirt, studying his face as they said things to each other without words. He rested his hand on her knee, absent-mindedly rubbing the bone with his thumb. Neither of them were imbibing, either. The sober clarity of her gaze was tinged with a hint of sweetness, too. It was heady. Intimate. Being in the intercepting wave of unspoken affection gave you just a little taste of what it was like for these people to be around you with the Tin Man. You could not remember ever having seen them touch, before. But here they were.

You made a little hum of acknowledgement as Bucky handed you your drink across the island. He winked at you.

“We should find Sam a date,” Nat suggested. You practically choked on your drink, but Tony had come over to get a refill of his own and he crowed at the idea.

“What’s Birdman’s type?” he asked. Bucky reluctantly handed over one of the three tequila bottles the rich man had provided for the party, and Tony uncorked it with his teeth. He spat the cork like a rocket into the sink and took a massive swig.

“Ooookay--” Pepper tugged the bottle away from her husband, who protested with a childish pout. She took a sip of her own. “Let’s take a deep breath, Mr. Stark.”

“I love when you call me that--I love when she calls me that--”

“Sam likes blonds,” Bucky volunteered, loud enough that the Falcon’s head swiveled fully from its perch on his canted shoulders. He was leaning forward, chatting rather privately with one Clint Barton. A cool, sandy blond.

“I what?”

“When was the last time you had a date?” You asked gently.

“Considering that I was your proxy until Robo-Cop got his shit together, it’s been awhile.” Sam drank indignantly from his nearly empty cup.

“I can share,” you teased. “If you miss him.”

“No thank you. He’s broody. It’s exhausting.”

“I love you too,” Bucky said.

Sam glared and stuck up his middle finger.

Bruce had made his way over to the island, too; his presence in the room had been tense at first, but he and Nat had hugged. He had shaken Bucky’s hand. He did a shot with Sam and Clint… and then he relaxed, and became a soft-spoken but enjoyable addition to the party. He had even spent a little time in conference with you and Pepper about the idea of a children’s ward in Medical. Just about everybody knew she and Tony were trying for a baby, and given the number of children you had seen pulled out of horrid sleeper cells, you and Pepper had a lot of ideas about the sort of environment which would best serve children in the compound. Bruce was receptive. Apparently he liked children a lot. Especially babies.

Bucky wordlessly gestured to the host of bottles before him (everyone had brought something and it made for a dangerous spread). Bruce pointed to the whiskey, and held up two fingers. The White Wolf slid the Hulk his tumblr back with two fingers of Jameson on ice, and the men silently clinked their glasses together.

When Bucky and Bruce looked back to the group, everyone pretended like they hadn’t been watching the two with rapt fascination.

“Tony, you have a press junket at 7 am, we should go.” Pepper showed her husband the time on her smartwatch. He leaned much too close to see the digital numbers. When he realized that it was in fact, after midnight, Tony’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

He patted her cheek. “I’m glad you bought stock in Pedialyte, sweetheart.”

“Me too,” she laughed. “Come on.”

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Stark!” Tony blew kisses to the crew as his extremely patient wife pulled him from the kitchen. “Oh--metalman--you are an excellent mixnologins. Mixcolumnis!”

Stark’s exclamations about Bucky’s greatness echoed down the hallway, despite being absolutely unintelligible other than he’s got a nice girlfriend!

“That’s as good as a declaration of love from Tony Stark,” Nat laughed. “You won him over.”

“I had nothing to do with it.” Bucky pointed at you over the rim of his whiskey glass. You pushed off the counter and walked around the island. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “She created an app that he almost couldn’t hack.”

“You’re cool by association,” you said, squeezing his waist.

“Your taste in women speaks to your character,” Steve agreed. He held out his hand to you, and grasped it gently in affection. Bucky was more than pleased to see how much closer you and Steve had grown since your interrogation.

“Speaking of,” Bruce said. “Barnes mentioned you’ve been fighting tendonitis in your shooting hand.”

You glanced up at Bucky who shrugged. “Yeah. Standard issue pistols have rigid grips, they fuck with an old injury.” You pointed to the meaty part of your palm which always ached for a week after a mission.

“I’m working on adaptive suit mods with spec tech if you’re interested in testing some gloves. Obviously field testing will happen in the future, but the goal is something that stabilizes while retaining its flexibility.”

“I don’t usually wear gloves,” you said.

Bruce nodded emphatically. “That’s perfect. I need to know if they’re sensitive enough to behave like skin.”

“He designed my knee braces,” Nat said. “Haven’t dislocated one since.”

You breathed out in amazement. “Well, shit. Sure, I’d love to.”

“Great. Come by tomorrow, I’ll get you fitted.” Bruce held up his glass like he was toasting you. He finished off his drink and saluted everyone. Then, Dr. Banner retreated for the night.

Bucky’s hand made lazy circles on your back. He kissed your temple, and you yawned.

“Getting tired?” he whispered.

“Mmhm. It’s about that time, I think.”

All of a sudden, Sam was up and out on the balcony, pacing like a man on a desperate phone call. Except he wasn’t on the phone. He was talking… to himself. Running his hands over his face, very likely cursing.

“What happened?” you asked, pulling out of Bucky’s arms, ready to go to Sam’s side.

At the table in the corner, Clint sipped his martini and shrugged. “I offered.”

“OH my god, Barton!”

“What, Nat? I’m a free agent.”

Sam came to a standstill on the balcony, hands on his hips, staring out into the darkness.

“What?” Clint asked again. “You said he likes blonds.”

Bucky and Steve shared a look. At the same time, both men kissed the cheek of their respective partners (leaving you chuckling, and Nat blushing like crazy) and went out on the balcony with their friend. Tentatively, Bucky approached.

“...you good?”

Sam didn’t speak. Steve touched his shoulder and Sam about jumped out of his skin. “Christ! Scared the shit out of me.”

“Just getting some fresh air?” Steve asked. The Falcon nodded, glancing between his two best friends, both of whom were doing their level best to remain stoic. Bucky thumbed over his shoulder.

“Everything good?”

“I think I’m going to lay off tequila. Just. Forever.”

“Yeah?” Steve took one shoulder, while Bucky took the other, and they guided Sam to stand at the railing so he wasn’t stealing anxious glances inside.

“It's got me thinkin’ all kinds of ways,” Sam whispered. “And like… I dunno. It’s easy for y’all. You found your person, and you don’t have people wondering what’s wrong with you that you aren’t, ya know. Trying.”

Steve glanced at Bucky and winced. “Um. It’s not… easy.”

“No,” Bucky agreed. “You saw we went through.”

Sam huffed. “Yeah. Somebody asking how you were all the time, heavily invested in your well-being. Sooooo difficult, Barnes. Your girl is incredible. I think everyone’s a little in love with her.”

Bucky couldn’t help but glance into the kitchen over his shoulder. You were talking to Nat, but when you realized he was looking at you, you smiled. He winked. What wasn’t to love?

“Maybe Y/n is not a good example, but… Nat is,” Steve said softly. He knew how easy it was to hear through the glass from the kitchen. He leaned against the railing with both elbows. “Do you know how long I have loved that woman?” Sam shook his head. “Years. I have spent so much time trying to get her to just… let go, let me in. She has told me countless times to give up. After everything she’s been through, she’s still fairly certain that every person in her life is going to leave, so. I stayed. She is the only possible person in this world, present company accepted--” Steve gestured between Sam and Bucky-- “who gets what sacrifices come with this life. I have loved before, and don’t get me wrong… a piece of my heart will always belong to Peggy.” He shrugged. “And Nat does not make it easy for me, we constantly bicker; she takes missions without telling me, and half the time I don’t know which way is up, but I finally told her: I’m not running. I’m not leaving. If she walks away, that’s her choice, but I won’t let her go easily.”

Bucky patted Steve’s shoulder behind Sam’s back, and then gripped the Falcon’s. “It’s not easy to be alone when you do what we do,” Sam said.

“It’s not easy to be alone,” Bucky revised. “Period.”

“Yeah.”

“Yup.”

Sam was silent for a long time. He looked out over the dim lights of the compound, which glowed red so they didn’t interfere with visuals for night-flights, eyes tracking back and forth but not taking in much. He pulled his sleeves down--it had stopped raining, but the air was biting.

“Maybe I’m… scared.”

“Of?”

“Somebody actually looking at me.”

“Most terrifying part,” Steve agreed.

“You could do worse than Barton.”

Sam shook his head, but he smiled. “Well he is blond.”

“And you’ve both got the bird thing going on.”

“Bird thing? Now you ruined it.” The three men chuckled together. Sam wheezed. “Thanks... I fucking hate tequila.”

“Same,” Bucky agreed.

“Alright, enough. Go off to bed with your beautiful women and leave me alone.”

“What are you gonna do?” Steve asked.

Sam shrugged. “No good decisions can be reasonably made after midnight, so I will not be deciding tonight. I’ll get back to you when my mind ain’t addled by blue agave.”

“Just…” Bucky took a moment to formulate what he wanted to say. “Let yourself trust people. When they say they wanna be in your life. Best thing I ever did.”

“It’s how you got Me.” Sam gave his shoulder a soft punch.

“Damn right.”

“Okay, get out of my face.”

Sam shooed both of his friends back inside. Steve went straight to Nat’s side. Bucky paused by the table, keeping his back to Sam.

“Give him twenty-four hours,” he said lowly to Clint. Hawkeye smiled, but his eyes shone with a glint that said the moment you’re out of this room, I will not do that, and he nodded. Bucky gave a gesture of farewell.

He met you at the island--you and Nat had tidied up so all the bottles were safely stashed on top of the fridge. Nat had both arms around Steve’s waist, and she was standing on his shoes, speaking quietly to him. You bounded up and leapt onto Bucky, wrapping arms and legs around him with glee.

“Oof!”

“Sorry!” You kissed his cheeks, and then pecked him sweetly on the lips. “Is Sam okay?”

“He will be,” Steve said.

“Tequila,” Bucky added, as if that explained anything at all. Well… it did.

Because a moment later, Sam opened the door looking very serious, and stepped inside. He put one hand on his hip and gestured to Clint with the other… not unlike how he beckoned Bucky over after a particularly rough boxing session. As if to say we have a score to settle. You patted Bucky’s shoulder so he’d turn away and leave Sam to his privacy. Bucky stayed rooted to his spot.

Clint stood and leaned forward, bracing both hands on the table. The two men spoke quietly. Hawkeye’s eyebrows raised. Sam coughed. They both straightened, and then Clint bowed. He sidled around the table with his empty martini glass, and handed it off to Bucky on his way out of the kitchen. Sam watched him go with both hands in his pockets.

As soon as the elevator dinged, signaling Clint’s departure to his suite on the sixth floor, Sam put his face in his hands.

“So much for twenty-four hours!” Steve laughed.

“What the fuck am I doing?” Sam groaned.

You detached yourself from Bucky, and went to Sam’s side to comfort him. Nat poured him a large glass of ice water. Steve and Bucky resigned themselves to being awake for another few hours… for moral support.

Needless to say… tequila was banned from any and all family gatherings after that.

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[dejwrites]

↠ characters: geto suguru, mentioned in story: gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, choso

↠ warning: heavy smut! degradation, overstimulation, daddy kink, etc. excessive swearing, choking kink, praise kink, sex work, cam work

↠ pairings: geto suguru x black!female reader, a hint of toji fushiguro x black!female reader

↠ timeline: cam boy!au, college!au

↠ chapter summary: when geto’s friend choso tells him news about toji, it’s up to geto to finally make a huge step pertaining his feelings for [y/n].

↠ a/n: if you were a toji/reader shipper....i got some news for y’all. that’s all I'm going to say though. also pls let me know if you wanted to be added to cam competition specific taglist.

check out the character edits for cam competition here.

↠ tags: @cocobutterbaby + @resonancesoul + @luvingmyships + @tojibreedingme + @suhweetdreams s​ + @ah-seya

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GETO SIPPED AT HIS ENERGY DRINK AS HE WAS WAITING IN the library for [Y/N], his pencil drumming against his textbook for Psychology as he saw Gojo walking in, Choso not too far behind him bickering his ear off. Geto slumped in his seat, getting ready for the show to bring whatever argument they were having to him. He just hoped it wasn’t something where he would have to choose between whatever delusional thing Gojo had to say or weird thing Choso would have to say. Frankly, he would prefer if both of them would scatter, considering that he was meeting [Y/N] here.

He didn’t want both of them intruding on their study session because he enjoyed spending time with the woman. When he saw the two plop down in front of him, he stared between them, letting out a sigh as if he was dealing with two toddlers.

“What the hell got you two so worked up?” He questioned.

Gojo would firmly fold his hands on the wooden table and cleared his throat to talk. “Please tell this man that being Jules date for this masquerade ball is a big no!”

“Jules asked you to be her date?” Geto questioned lowly. He leaned forward to stare at Choso.

Choso looked between the two. He fiddled with the rings on his fingers. He didn’t like to be put on the spot like this. He sank into his chair before speaking, “Yes, she asked me, and I couldn’t say no.”

“Yes, you could have. That woman is weird.” Gojo responded, looking at Choso.

“She kinda gaslights me to say yes if that’s possible,” Choso admitted lowly, his eyes dropping down to stare at his lap.

Geto’s lips formed a straight line. He felt terrible for Choso because he was pretty new to the cam work industry, a complete rookie. But he was a rookie that Jules pushed to the top due to his brand. A good-looking guy like Choso interested in being a sub for women was a good brand to go with.

Geto wasn’t sure if Choso knew Jules just as much as Gojo and himself. It didn’t particularly shock Geto that the woman asked Choso. She always wanted some cam boy on her arm to flaunt off the product of CAMPOP, even if that meant manipulating them into going with her.

“If she makes you uncomfortable any time during this masquerade, we’ll protect you,” Gojo says, causing Choso to chuckle.

“The fuck are you guys? The Avengers?” Choso questioned. “I appreciate it, though. I���ll keep an eye on her.”

“So, moving forward, you think your girlfriend is going to be there?” Gojo asked.

Choso sat up in his seat, “Girlfriend?” He asked. “Oh, BVBYGRL007.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Geto says. His cheeks turned a shade of red as he stopped tapping his pencil that was in his hand.

“You guys are about to create the biggest collab in the sex work industry. Everyone is talking about it,” Gojo adds, flicking a paper ball to Geto.

“Now you’re just dramatic,” Geto answered.

“I bumped into a colleague of ours, and they mentioned you two. CAMPOP officials are talking about promoting it and everything,” Choso says.

“That’s just weird considering that we haven’t even officially announced the collab. I mean, we hinted and joked about it on our streams, but only you two know about it.” Geto corrected.

Gojo and Choso shared a look, “You sure you haven’t mentioned it to Jules?” Choso questioned.

“No, the way Jules dislikes her so much. I just don’t know why,” He says to them. “Which reminds me, when I went out with Jules. I bumped into [Y/N].”

“The woman that rejected me and broke my heart into millions of pieces?” Gojo questioned.

“Wow, someone broke his heart. I’m impressed.” Choso said, nudging Gojo.

Geto glanced between the two. His fingers pinched at the bridge of his nose in annoyance. How could he be friends with such people that acted like children? “Can I please continue the story?” He asked

“Carry on,” Choso said, staring at him.

“Well, she was with this guy. They looked quite close,” He explained. He still could feel that pit of jealousy sprouting in his stomach.

“How’d the guy look?” Gojo questioned. “He couldn’t be more good-looking than you, my friend. Simply because I don’t associate myself with unattractive people, except for maybe Choso.” Gojo joked as he was leaning back into his chair.

Choso heard his comment and rolled his eyes before using his foot to tilt Gojo’s chair over, causing him to land on the floor harshly. The trio gained attention from some students on the same floor, which they shushed them as harshly as Gojo fell. “You little shit,” Gojo said to Choso, ruffling up his dark-colored hair.

“I can never just tell a story without you two acting like my next-door neighbors’ kids Nanako and Mimiko.” Geto sighs. “Anyway, I didn’t get a good look at his face until Jules purposely paid for their dinner so they could approach our table and say thank you. He was quite tall, dark hair, kinda intimidating, but it was the scar on the corner of lips that stood out to me.” He soon adds.

Choso stared at him. He was trying to visualize the man Geto described in his head. It was him mentioning the scar that stood out for Choso. He pulled out his phone, typing something in, half-listening to the story Geto was saying.

“But, Jules and [Y/N] had some weird stares down. Jules also almost drunkenly tells [Y/N] that she looked like a cam girl that works for the company.” Geto explains. He let out a sigh before leaning back in his seat, his hands resting behind his head.

“Have you ever sat down and thought about what Jules said? I mean, yeah, she’s a psycho manipulative bitch, but they do say drunk words are sober thoughts.” Gojo says, leaning forward.

Choso was trying to find something on his phone. He glanced up to hear Geto’s response to that.

“[Y/N] as a cam girl? I mean, that would be hot. But I just can’t see her doing it,” Geto says.

Choso cleared his throat before placing his phone in the middle of the table. He slid it to the middle so both of his friends could see it. “Is this the guy she was on a date with?”

Both Geto and Gojo leaned forward and Geto nodded quickly. “Yes, that’s him!” He said out loud. “How’d you know him.”

Choso would rub at the back of his neck nervously. He didn’t want to put Geto in the position of telling [Y/N] what he knew. But he just didn’t want the young woman to get hurt, especially considering that it seemed like Geto took a liking for her.

“I intern at his company under the architect branch. Which I only got because at the end of the interview, Toji recognized me because my brother Yuji usually goes on play dates with his son.” Choso admits as he fiddles with his thumbs nervously.

“I wonder if [Y/N] knows he has a son,” Gojo sighs. He felt terrible that she was seeing a man like that.

“I highly doubt so.” Choso says.

“Why?” Geto questioned.

“Toji Fushiguro is married. He’s married with a son and daughter.” Choso grabbed his phone and pulled up a family picture from the latest press event of Toji’s newest building he built in Japan.

Geto’s fist clenched harshly as his fingernails dug into the palm of his hands. That would explain him constantly leaving the table and being on the phone like [Y/N] mentioned. But was it Geto’s place to tell her this information? He didn’t want to come off as some jealous guy that dug up dirt on her flings. But he couldn’t just stand by and let that man enter [Y/N]’s space all the time, and she gave himself to him when he was married. The thought of that caused knots to form in Geto’s stomach.

“She mentioned him being on his phone a lot before she invited me into her place. That explains everything. He has a family. A wife.” Geto explained.

“Woah! You can’t just brush by that and not explain that. She invited you over?” Gojo asked.

“We didn’t do anything. I fell asleep, and [Y/N] cooked me breakfast the next morning. That was it.” Geto says. “She also denied knowing Jules.” He says.

“Your life gets more and more complicated.” Gojo sighs. “You should tell [Y/N], though. She shouldn’t be giving herself to someone that’s stepping out their marriage.” He added as he stood up grabbing his bag. “I have a boring history lecture to attend, I’ll talk to you guys later.” He said.

Choso and Geto watched as he left the library.

“I’m sorry for putting you in this position with this information. I would say let her find out on her own, but I know that would hurt your little heart seeing them together.” Choso explained.

“It would, I have to tell her. Or like accidentally tell her.” Geto says.

“Huh?” Choso questioned.

“When’s his next event? You intern at his business, you should know right?” Geto questioned.

Choso went through his calendar. “Well, he has the grand opening to this daycare he helped design. He’ll be there on Friday around noon.”

“Is that near any food spots?” Geto asked.

“An ice cream parlor, I do remember that because Toji made sure I talked to the manager about giving out ice cream to the little kids that will be attending this daycare,” Choso says.

He stared at Geto. The look on his face he has seen so many times. He saw it when Geto came up with a plan to sneak out of school when they were in middle school. He saw it when Geto came up with a plan to get them alcohol. He had a plan.

“I’m going to ask [Y/N] out on a date to that ice cream parlor,” Geto admits causing Choso head to tilt in confusion.

“And you’re sure she’s going to say yes? What if she sees Toji and the date goes to shit? Now she’s crying, snot bubbles coming out her nose like how Yuji is when I don’t give him cookies after 8 pm.” Choso explained. “What are you going to do then?”

“Confront her? Be her knight in shining armor.” Geto explains. “Anything to make it seem like I didn’t know about it or was digging up dirt on her flings.” He adds.

Choso sighs before he grabs his backpack. “Well, good luck with that. I’ll be at that event Friday before the masquerade ball. Don’t let [Y/N] make a scene.” He says as he pushes himself out of his seat and goes to the exit. Not knowing he passed [Y/N] as she was walking in to meet Geto.

Geto would wave [Y/N] over. He saw how her face brightened up, seeing him as she made her way towards him. She sat down where Gojo was previously sitting. She pulled out her notebook and textbook.

“How was your day?” She asked, she tugged out her pen and highlighter.

“Pretty good and you?” He asked. He was trying so hard not to think about the newest information that was swirling around in his mind.

“Good, remember that guy that I went on a date with right and I told you that the date went to complete shit?” She questioned.

“Yeah, the huge dude with the scar on his face?” He questioned.

“Yes. I got a call from the guy Jimin from the mailroom stating that I have some flowers waiting there for me.” [Y/N] explained. Her eyes were scanning over the book that she was reading.

“Are you going to go pick them up? You know he closes the mailroom at 6pm, right?” Geto answered.

“Nope, I told Jimin to give him to his boyfriend.” [Y/N] says.

Maybe, having her see that he’s married won’t hurt her after all. She seems done with the man.

“Oh.” Geto said, his lips forming an ‘o’ shape as he went back to reading his textbook.

“Yeah, he’ll show up to my door again asking why I ignore him, and I always just forgive him.” [Y/N] explained. “But I don’t know. I’m just over it.”

Geto stared at her. What if he just told her right now? No, she’ll want evidence of such an accusation. He would write down in his notebook information from his textbook. It grew quiet between you two. The only sounds that the two could hear were writing and highlighting.

Geto glanced up, seeing how determined you were in what you were reading in your textbook. He enjoyed seeing [Y/N] like this. Shit, could he have been falling for this girl?

Going back to his work, he gave up on writing in his notebook. Now he was just pointlessly doodling in the corner. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” Geto asked. His eyes were afraid to be met with [Y/N]’s.

“Huh?” She questioned. He felt her innocent eyes on him.

“It’s this ice cream parlor I've been wanting to go to and didn’t want to go alone. So, do you want to go with me? Like a date?” Geto asked, his eyes finally meeting [Y/N]’s. “It’s okay to say no, considering the circumstances with the other guy. I don’t want to rush you back into the dating pool-“

“I would love to go.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, Geto. It’s about time we leave Mr. Sukuki alone in his store.” [Y/N] chuckles.

Geto couldn’t help but smile. Even though the thought of [Y/N] possibly staining his favorite graphic tee could be the outcome of this date, he was sure to be there to pick her up.

After all, he was falling for [Y/N].

And that could complicate many things.

That includes SUGURUSUGA’S lifestyle.

#geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x black reader #jjk x reader #anime x black!reader #anime x reader #char: geto suguru

[jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav]

what random hyperfixation aside from their cannon interests do u think the obey me brothers would have? like i could totally see satan be one of those people that is super into fragrance and knows what every single note smells like or beel being very informed about brand marketing lol

The idea of Satan being like every fanfic character and being able to pick out all sorts of smells from anything is hysterical lmao

I’m only at, like, lesson 39, so if this is either disproven or comes up as canon in the later lessons, Oops. So some of these will be more random/Vibe based, and some might have some justification I pull from canon like aspects of the characters’ personalities or canon interests bc, well, even when extrapolating/taking a canon character and saying “mine now”, I tend to like to refer to the source material.

So without further ado!

Random Hyperfixations/Interests the Brothers Have (At Least, According To Me)

Lucifer

Birding

No, not birdwatching

Birding

What is birding, you ask? Well it’s basically birdwatching but much more meticulous and aggressive

Birdwatchers tend to just kinda chill somewhere or set up a bird feeder and admire whatever shows up, maybe look up some local birds to better identify them when they see them

Birders(?) are like mf Pokemon trainers: Gotta Spot Them All! Birdwatching is a much more active hobby for them, they will literally drive out a couple hours just to see a bird they’ve never seen before and record it

I think this fits Lucifer because he is absolutely the kind of person who would try birdwatching and get super competitive about it

(No shade to birding, I just find it really funny that there’s a name for what is basically “INTENSE BIRDWATCHING”)

Anyway, Lucifer has probably been responsible for several discoveries of new bird species in the Devildom, and is well-known amongst ornithologists, who may or may not stalk him on his bird-ventures because the odds of him finding something new and exciting are quite high

Mammon

Idk why exactly but I feel like he’d be big into drumming? Most kinds of percussion, really

There’s something really tactile and stimmy about a drum set that I think Mammon would appreciate

I don’t know a lot about the technique of drumming, but I love a good beat, and rhythm is the foundation of music

Plus he could totally do streams and take (paid) requests every now and then

But mostly I think this would be something he just does himself

To relax, to have fun, to vent out any pent up Feelings

His drums are kept in a separate music room that is magically soundproofed tho because he has a tendency to get the urge to play at odd hours

And that has caused Problems in the House in the past

Leviathan

Okay, we all know Levi is into collecting, especially fandom merch and the like

But I think he’s also into Swords

Don’t get me wrong, he probably has some decorative and/or nerdy swords

But I do also mean like Actual Historical and Modern Swords

Cursed swords, enchanted swords, ordinary swords that are just Really Cool looking or have an interesting history behind them…

He can’t display them all at once, but he has a comprehensive organization system for them as well as a giant binder with all the information about them

A lot of his finds come from his underwater explorations of Devildom and human world seas and oceans

Like Lucifer, he’s got professionals who occasionally stalk him because of this

But they’re gonna have to be faster than him at actually finding the weapons bc once he’s got it in his sights, he’s not exactly keen on letting someone else take it

The Devildom Royal Museum has been in deep negotiations with him for centuries about displaying parts of his collection in personal exhibits but he’s been pretty stubborn

It’s not fair, he’s the one who found them, why do they get to take them away?!

However, as space becomes increasingly limited, Levi might have to concede some ground...

Satan

Straight up amateur archeology/whatever the Devildom equivalent of urban exploration would be

Satan’s a huge nerd, so it stands to reason that he’d be into visiting old ruins in the Devildom and see if he can find anything interesting

Archeology is basically like uncovering the mysteries of the past, and he’s big into detective stuff already

He probably finds the research afterwards just as interesting too

He has definitely let his grades slip a bit while following up on a particularly promising trip

Unlike Levi, if he finds something of value/interest, he has no problem handing it over to actual historians and the like, but he wants to be involved in the Process

He refuses to call the emotion he feels when seeing his name on an exhibit’s plaque “pride”, but...

Asmodeus

Heavy metal :)

It absolutely Does Not fit with his pastel pink softboi sex kitten image

So very few people know

Lots of people have heard Asmo sing, and a few have heard him scream for… certain reasons

But practically no one has heard him really scream

Part of him is slightly insecure about liking something that some might find unbecoming

But mostly he likes to keep it secret because he finds it deeply amusing to drop small hints about it and see people’s reactions

There may or may not be an underground Devildom metal band with a suspiciously charming singer who can go from the most primal growls to the crispest cleans without a hitch

I just really like the idea of Asmo dressed like a metalhead okay? He has the range!!

Beelzebub

Woodworking

This one is totally random, I have zero justification for it

I just think it’d be neat

Big things, small things, decorative things, functional things

Woodworking is a very physically and mentally involved process (unless you wanna lose a finger), so I imagine it’d be very grounding for Beel

Plus, bringing food into the woodshop would likely end terribly so if he’s looking to beat his cravings without emptying the fridge, that’s a plus

Now, my sleep-deprived brain supplies, has he ever tried to carve something with his teeth like a beaver? Well

I’m gonna say yes, but only once and it went poorly

He probably also does, uh… idk what it’s Officially Called, but when you burn/engrave stuff into wood with a heated metal stick

For some Sad Boy Hours, he’s definitely made something in tribute to Lilith and placed it at her tombstone

Belphegor

I’m gonna cheat a little bit bc while I don’t think it’s been brought up in canon, we do see it in his dance battle sprites… Ballet

It is the One Single Physical Activity Belphie’s into, and no it’s Not because ballet is easier than other activities

That is a bullshit lie fed to you by sexism, since ballet is perceived as more feminine than say, basketball or wtv

If ballet’s the base of your dance knowledge, you can do a lot of different styles with it, using a variety of techniques

But I imagine Belphie’s style is more classical leaning

He will literally do exercises in place to stay awake, his core is excellent

He can go on pointe, but because he sometimes takes long breaks from dance it may take him a while to build his strength back up to do it safely

Also it is now my headcanon that one of those breaks did not take place during his attic-captivity, because what would piss Lucifer off more than the THUNKS of Belphie’s slippers at odd hours?

THUNKS, you ask? But ballet shoes are so delicate lookin-

Toe shoes, my friend. Toe shoes.

They contain a wooden box at the toe which help support a dancer’s feet when they go on pointe. At shows, the music drowns it out, but if you’ve ever heard a pointe dancer practice in person, it is Loud. Not actually as graceful as it looks lol

Also also, does this mean Beel could have repaired Belphie’s shoes at some point? I dunno, i have no clue how ballet shoes are made. But i think it’d be sweet if he did ^-^

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #om:swd #obey me headcanon #mine #my writing #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor

[bontenten]

The Choosing

Pairing: Daichi x f!reader (ft. Captain Squad <3 and Sakusa)

WC: 3.2k

Genre/Warnings: Crack/Bad Humor, Smut, Romance, Reverse Harem, Royalty AU!, mention or hints of size kink, exhibitionism, creampie, breeding kink, dick and ball worship, you’re perverted and gross

Summary: You are the Princess of the Kingdom of YoreNaym and you need to choose a husband.

Repost from my main because I say so. Lee... :gru: i miss u

Also, no beta we die like Daichi.

It’s a tradition carried through many, many generations that the daughters of nobility from the Kingdom of YoreNaym must choose a suitor from the eligible bachelors from the neighboring kingdoms. It’s a show of kinship to the other kingdoms and also a means of securing peace.

At some point, everyone’s sister’s cousin’s second uncle’s sworn brother’s adopted daughter’s nephew twice-removed will be related and connect back to the Kingdom of YoreNaym. In short, the blood of this kingdom’s daughters unite the lands. No incest, there’s enough genetic diversity, if you will. And because you are also a princess of this kingdom, it’s your turn. Yay.

While growing up, you hear the elders say that the youngsters should be grateful that they have the agency to at least pick a suitor. They spin their looms and cackle, reminiscing that, “Back in our days, we didn’t get to have a choice. Our elders appointed a spouse for us from whichever kingdom had a suitor. Unlike you girls who get to choose, ungrateful wenches…”

Does it really matter? It’s just the false pretense of choice, isn’t it? At the end of the day the selection of eligible bachelors are all chosen ahead of time, deemed worthy, and then after the initial picking, you are just allowed to pick. It doesn’t matter who you choose, any one of them will fit the criteria. Maybe you’ll just close your eyes and pick one randomly. Can you actually say, “I’ll choose my own hand and marry myself.”

That’s pretty brave, hell yea that’s a main character move right there. Speaking of which, who are the eligible bachelors you can choose from today? It’s practically your engagement day, yet you really haven’t been paying any attention at all.

“Hey,” you whisper, lifting the curtain of the palanquin. A maid quickly answers to your beckon.

“Yes, my lady?”

“Who are the candidates today again? You have a...list or brochure of sorts?”

“Just a moment, my lady, I’ll retrieve the scroll for you.”

You open the scroll and peruse the contents. Huh, all the neighboring kingdoms are going all out this year. There’s the Kingdoms of Nekoma, Inarizaki, Fukurodani, Aoba Johsai, Shiratorizawa...Wow, even Johzenji and Nohebi have candidates? Funny, all of these are all presenting their crown princes too. As they should, you are the most beloved princess of the Kingdom of YoreNaym, and the suitor you choose will bring you back as a blessing to his kingdom. It’s a total bummer that the Kingdom of Itachiyama isn’t participating this year. Sakusa’s crown prince succession is next year! You have heard so many swoon worthy stories about that princeling, even paid handsome amounts of money for paparazzi paintings of the beautiful man. No one will find out that the princess of YoreNaym actually hoards little pictures of Prince Sakusa in her panties drawers. It’s a shame you aren’t picking your husband next year.

There’s one more Kingdom on the list that surprises you. Kingdom of Karasuno, or more commonly referred to as the Kingdom of “Fallen Crows”. According to legends, they used to be quite a prosperous kingdom, but after a few generations of inept leadership, a drought, and poor trade economy...the Kingdom has mostly faded into obscurity. It’s been years since a suitor candidate has been offered. So who is it?

“Sawamura Daichi,” you whisper to yourself, “Interesting.”

The festival ground outdoors is especially grand. There are a huge number of tables prepared off to the side for guests. Trays of food, fruits and wine are provided for every single guest in attendance. You are led by the attendants to the temporary throne seat as the guest of honor. As you make your way to the throne, all the guests stand up to acknowledge your entrance. It’s so pressuring and a part of you wishes you can just dig a hole and bury yourself on the spot. You don’t even want to think about how many eyes are on you. They are all just jealous because, really. Take my word for it, I’m the narrator.

When you take a seat, the guests reseat themselves. A shaman comes to the center stage and bows to you.

“My lady, the time is auspicious, let us commence the Festival of Unity. At this time, I’ll be introducing the eligible bachelors from neighboring kingdoms near and far. They have passed the arduous tests and come as the best to offer in asking for your hand. Each of the suitors will present to you with a talent or skill, as to show you their excellence. After the demonstrations, you will be allowed to take your pick. Whereupon you will—”

“Okay, I get it! They will participate in a talent show, we clap, and I choose a husband, I got it!” You snap, cutting the shaman’s words off. Your patience is wearing thin.

A number of guests can be heard mumbling in the crowds, probably commenting on your behavior. Your eyes scan the guests, you can care less. Judgmental eyes, scheming eyes, lecherous eyes, disgusting eyes....Your gaze meeting with a pair of eyes that are absolutely blank. Wait, not blank as in emotionless. Non-judgemental? The opposite of unkind? Dare you say, polite? He gives you a smile and returns to taking a sip from his goblet. You scan his clothing up and down to look for his family crest. Black and orange. A crow. Karasuno.

Your thoughts are jumbled as an increasing amount of questions fill your mind. He? Karasuno? That Kingdom of Fallen Crows? You barely hear the shaman announce the first candidate.

“Bokuto Koutarou from Kingdom of Fukurodani.” Bokuto is a very large, very well built man. He is wearing his family crest of an owl across his back proudly. You can tell his chest is incredibly broad, the bulge of his big tiddies stretch the tight shirt he’s in. If you squint hard enough, you can maybe see the outline of his nipples through the training shirt, but maybe that’s just your perverted imagination too. Bokuto comes to the center stage and greets you.

“Hey! I’ll uh, demonstrate my strength to you, my lady.” He easily picks up a huge hunk of metal and lifts it with ease above his head. Damn beefiness, those arms of his. Seeing the bulges flex when he flexes has you dreaming of mouth along that delicious flesh. And when he pins you down under his massive body? Ooh, if this is the first demonstration, you’re excited to see the whole lineup today. Gasps and murmurs can be heard in the crowd. Bokuto grins and drops the load on the ground. You can almost feel the tremors beneath your feet. Truly, a herculean feat.

“Thank you, Bokuto, I have seen your demonstration and all those here are witnesses.”

Bokuto’s demonstration is a showy start of the competition for your hand. The shaman announces the next candidate. “Ushijima Wakatoshi from the Kingdom of Shiratorizawa.”

Ushijima walks up to the stage exuding the regal aura of nobility; a byproduct of his strict upbringing. The twin crests of an eagle decorate his shoulder pads. His expression is quite cold, but there’s a saying, “it’s always the quiet ones.” You lick your lips and study him some more.

“Greeting to the princess,” he says with a deep bow. “I also bring a demonstration of my martial prowess.” Ushijima takes off the bow and quiver of arrows from his back and nods at his attendant who then catapults three apples high up into the air. Everyone’s eyes follow the  trajectory of the objects, squinting to see what’s happening. No way.

Ushijima draws the bow back and calmly shoots one arrow, perfectly spearing the three fruits along the shaft. The crowd bursts into cheers. You also find your tight grip on armrest loosening, the tension from the scene dissipating in a moment. Ushijima’s calmness, accuracy, decision-making...he would make a very suitable partner for sure. Co-workers of sorts, that is.

You know your marriage carries a lot of weight politically and the fate of the whole universe will rest on your decision. Maybe not the whole universe, but close enough. But, marital bliss is important too right? Is Ushijima the right choice? There are still many more candidates, it’ll be best not to make a rash decision. Your gaze wanders over back to the Karasuno prince who is clapping earnestly for Ushijima’s performance. He’s acknowledging a rival’s strength, you think to yourself. Well, that’s certainly a rare but admirable trait. A confident man, he is.

After Ushijima’s demonstration, Oikawa Tooru’s enchanting musical performance offers a much desired change of pace. The rhythm and melody from his zither carries both the energy of fortitude as well as a graceful spirit. Quite stunning, but just not quite the musical vibe you’re feeling at the moment. Bummer, maybe a different day, really. Could be friends?

Kuroo Tetsurou from the Kingdom of Nekoma offers a particularly memorable performance too. Kuroo comes to the center stage with a trough filled with flames. Everyone is at a loss as to what is going on. Kuroo flashes you a grin before taking out a few pouches containing some powders. In a poof, the flames burst alive with colors blending blues and purples. And moments later yellows and greens, even reds. No one has ever seen fire change color like so.

“Witchcraft!” someone gasps.

“No it must be alchemy. Dangerous craft,” another adds.

Kuroo bows to you. “My lady, this is called chemistry, a discipline of science.”

Kuroo’s smiles teeter on the edge of flirtations and you cannot deny that your heart flutters just slightly when you see his crooked grin. He’s intelligent, humorous, and attractive. Definitely also a contender. A union with him might be fun. And especially when you see Kuroo run a hand through his messy, black locks and give you a piercing gaze, you almost wonder if this is the feeling of chemistry. It feels like you are naked under his seductive, golden eyes, completely submitted to his will and absolutely drugged. And you fear that if he sends you another one of his grins, you’ll come untouched. Dangerous, send him off immediately.

“Thank you, Kuroo, I have seen your demonstration and all those here are witnesses.”

After Kuroo, many more candidates also come to the center stage for their demonstrations. Kita Shinsuke from the Kingdom of Inarizaki composes and recites poetry on the spot. His literary talents and mastery of public speech move a very large crowd of the literati officials. Kita is a charismatic leader and commands confidence. But he doesn’t seem to be the best fit. Your brain says ‘yes’, but your coochie just isn’t feeling it. The nerve signals say no.

Terushima Yuuji demonstrates a one-man comedy show, but his storytelling skills, although humorous, fall just a little short after Kita’s. Had Terushima been slotted for a different position, perhaps he would make a stronger impact.

Daishou Suguru. Interesting. But tongue itself will eventually get boring too.

A few more candidates demonstrate their talents to you. Most of them fail to impress you at all. Your blank expression is more than enough to make a few almost shit their pants or cry on the way they exit the stage. It’s really not their fault, you’re just a bit tired after seeing so many performances and demonstrations. You are just trying to find the best fit after all. It’s your duty and responsibility as the muthereffing princess of the Kingdom of YoreNaym.

“Sawamura Daichi from the Kingdom of Karasuno.”

The crowd is silent as Daichi stands up from his seat and makes his way to the center. His shoulder is relaxed and his head is held high. He doesn’t have the large build of Bokuto nor is he decked out in regal fabrics like Ushijima. His hair is simple and clean. His expression is polite and pleasant. Amongst the sea of beautiful and talented men, Daichi is like an ordinary seashell buried in the sand. But like how too many bites of dessert beckon the simplicity of water, Daichi’s humble presence makes him stand out in particular.

Daichi bows deeply. “I send my deepest regards to the princess. I am Sawamura Daichi from the Kingdom of Karasuno.”

“Please rise, Sawamura. What demonstration do you bring to me today?”

“My lady, I have nothing showy in particular. I only bring myself. And please feel free to call me Daichi.” You can feel his piercing gaze on you, confident and assertive. So he has some guts. It beckons you to submit, but you bite back. Grrrrr.

“Just yourself? That’s quite cocky of you Daichi. Others bring talents and demonstrations of qualities that make them fit as my suitor. What do you have to offer for me to choose you? Or is that something you are not looking for at all?”

“Karasuno,” Daichi begins, “Karasuno is a good kingdom. For many years long ago, our people have suffered greatly and we have gained a poor moniker. However, for the last few years, the kingdom has made significant progress and improvements. Alongside my brethren and officers of my court,” Daichi gestures to his entourage sitting off to the side, “We have come a long way. ”

“You tell me much about your home, Daichi, but what about you?”

Daichi pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts. He is well aware of the pressures you are putting on him, testing his convictions to the limit. You are a princess after all, so it’s only natural that you test his qualifications. Diachi swallows his nerves and faces your confrontation head on.

“I come to tell you the truth, my lady. I cannot hide these facts about myself or my kingdom. I am truthful, honest, but I have an unshaken belief that my kingdom will prosper because I have my closest and trusted with me. Each of them have their talents and strengths. Karasuno is a band with a bit of everything, and we’re family.”

You inwardly sigh. It seems like Daichi won’t be completely living up your hopes. At first you thought that his confident yet humble demeanor must hide something. Something incredible, because he can sit back and freely applaud other men for their talents. Something remarkable because he doesn’t feel the need to jump out in front of others. Something big. Very big.

“I don’t doubt your family’s bond or strength, but I am here to choose a suitor, a husband in layman's terms. So, I suppose that—”

“Wait,” Daichi cries out, and gestures towards his Karasuno brethren.

A tangerine head jumps up and brings out a scroll. He skips a few steps towards you and passes the document over to the shaman who brings it to you.

“My resume, if you will, my lady. I have no other talents but what is shown there.”

You glance at Daichi, studying him closely. From his clenched fist, you can tell that even in this moment, he’s a bit shaken and nervous. You undo the ties on the scroll and unravel the contents.

All eyes are fixed on you, trying to decipher every microexpression you make. The slight widened eyes, the twitch of the brow. The slight part of the lips and the deep breathes from you trying to calm the invisible fire that’s building in your core. It’s big. If the resume is accurate, Daichi’s demeanor truly is hiding a beast. A massive, humongous, schlong. Finer than any specimen you have seen in banned pictorial books you read and hide under your massive princess bed.

The sheer size and girth of the XL 2d image is rendered in X-TRA fine detail. You brush a finger onto the parchment, tracing the lines depicting the veins running along the shaft. You gulp, rubbing your finger down what is drawn as a big, swollen tip that’s glistening. Artists these days are so detail-oriented, it looks as if precum is just dripping from the tip and shimmering. So realistic, you just want to take it all into your mouth. To gag or to choke. Neither are a question.

The balls, those massive balls that are the storehouses for an endless supply of fresh cum. Organics from the finest the kingdom has to offer. Precious jewels hanging at the base, ripe for your licking. It looks so juicy and plump and you want nothing more than to rub your cheeks, cooing at how cute they are.

You know it’s good. It better be good if the painting is depicting something this sumptuous. If this is the real deal, then you really have nailed the jackpot and secured a brilliant future for yourself. Marital bliss. Bedroom adventures. Bedroom adventures where he’ll fulfill every nightmarish fantasy you ever have. It’ll be hard at first, your cunt’s so tight and he’s so big! But it’s okay, you’ll take him like the royal princess you are because the Kingdom of YoreNaym raises whores and sluts only!

No scratch that. Coital activities can take place anywhere. Maybe you’ll cockwarm him while the two of you hear what the morning court has to say about the affairs of the kingdom. Maybe you’ll find yourself tumbling around in the garden after a cute game of hide and seek, skirt hiked up, as he fucks a grass stain into your back! Okay. That might not be the best idea. Perhaps just once. For novelty’s sake.

But hear me out, when you are sneaking into the kitchen for some snacks, he’ll pin you on the large baker’s table and just take you right there to fuck his babies into your womb. His cock pumping into you as the table creaks and shakes from his thunderous movements. He’ll fill you to the brim with copious amounts of his hot cum, heaps and heaps of them, just like the baker fills the buns with cream custard in the most obscene fashion ever. Watch your belly rise and bulge up like pastries in the oven. Oooh cummies.

You sigh and squirm in the seats as you continue examining the masterpiece of a dick. You feel your heartbeat racing wildly as if you are caught tinkling in the castle fountain. It’s unknown if you ever did that, by the way. Just saying, your memory is failing you just a tad. But oh gosh, you’re wet already. The slick pooling between your folds is just soaking through your princess panties; the ones in the drawer where you keep all your secret prince Sakusa drawings heehee. But Sakusa’s pretty face aside, you are now face to face with the most magnificent dick pic you’ll ever receive. Not really unsolicited, but damn work of art. Literally.

The crowd is silent when you clear your throat and roll up the scroll, taking extra care to not let anyone else touch your new precious treasure. You lean forward and perceive Daichi. Daichi gives you a cocky grin, showing his teeth. Slightly stained with the wine, but it’s just temporary. It doesn’t matter as long as the real deal is...well, real.

Daichi catches your eyes wandering to the outline of the bulge between his legs. The glorious dickprint that he’s casually showing to everyone present. It puts Herculean Bokuto to shame, Ushijima into a blushing mess. Kuroo nearly snorts his colored powders. Daishou’s tongue hangs out and dries. Oikawa is sent to the medics. Kita no longer waxes poetry about the weather. Terushima leaves the party early.

Daichi is smug and casually asks, “My lady, would you like to examine the goods? I am a pure man and would not carelessly offer tastes to anyone. But you are a princess of the Kingdom of YoreNaym. You can have a sampling before you commit. Satisfaction guaranteed.”

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hi love, it's me again! i just can't get enough of your writing... i'm sorry to be asking for another fic, i guess i just can't help myself. lately i've been obsessed with the fake dating thing, so i was wondering if you could write a fred x reader (basically same reader as my last request, gryffindor, same year as ron) with that? like, maybe george knows they fancy each other and makes a bet with him so they start fake datig but realise they're in love with each other? aaa thank you so much, ly

bets off // fred weasley 

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a/n: i used the same pronouns from the last request, hope you don’t mind!! i apreciate u sm ur always so active w my fics ily <3333 this is the first thing i’ve written in a while that i’m actually proud of so i hope u guys like it :D

summary: Fred makes a bet with George that entails fake dating you for at least a month. He never expected to fall in love with you. 

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Competition was healthy. At least, that’s what Fred told himself as he looked at George’s outstretched hand, a cocky smile etching the boy’s lips. 

“Two weeks?” Fred asked, looking suspiciously at George.

“Two. Weeks.” George answered definitively, smirking at his brother. 

Fred considered this in his head. Two weeks to get you, someone who had never previously shown any romantic interest in him, to date him for at least a month. He doubted it would be hard, for he had never had any trouble getting girls to swoon for him in the past. A few winks and charming sentiments and you would be putty in his hand. With this air of confidence, he shook George’s hand.

“You idiot!” Lee, who had previously been silently watching the exchange, called from across the table, a baffled smile on his face.

George laughed, leaning back in his chair and looking at Fred like he agreed with Lee.

“What?” Fred asked, the overly confident look still littering his features.

“You can’t win with this one,” Lee explained, shaking his head, “you either piss off Ron when this goes right, you piss of Ron when this goes wrong, you come out the git for breaking a girls heart, or you come out the embarrassed git who was rejected by your kid brother’s best friend.”

“Hey,” Fred said, faking offence, “I never agreed to ask out Harry.”

George and Lee rolled their eyes, hiding smiles as they continued their homework.

Fred was not deterred by Lee’s warnings, for he had a plan to avoid all of that. He was simply going to tell you the truth.

He found you on your way to the green house, pulling you away from a Slytherin girl you were walking with.

“He just stared at her? Like he didn’t eve-” you felt an unexpected tugging, “Ah!”

You squealed, feeling your feet stumble under you for a moment as you gathered your wits again. You looked down at the hand pulling you, following it up to the face. It was Fred, which was odd, because you two were not known for pulling at each other in hallways.

“You’re going to miss Herbology!” your friend called out to you, a worried expression on her face.

“I’ll meet you there, save me a seat!” you called back to her, turning away and following Fred as he still dragged you.

“Fred? What are you doing?” you asked him, making no effort to move from his strong grip.

“Got to talk to you,” he said airily, barely looking back at you as he pulled you down an empty corridor. 

He let go of your arm, smiling down at you as you waited for him to speak. He didn’t take the hint, just looking at you.

“What did you want?” you glanced at your watch, seeing you only had a few minutes before Professor Sprout would start class.

“I have a proposition for you,” Fred drawled, a mischievous glint in his eyes as per usual, “what do ya say?”

You squinted your eyes at him, frowning, “I have to hear the proposition first.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, thats how propositions work.”

“I hadn’t realized,” he replied sarcastically, dropping his cool demeanor and letting some desperation seep into his voice.

“What do you want?” you repeated, slightly more annoyed.

“I may have made a bet that heavily relies on your willingness to do me a huge favor,” he said, a hopeful smile coming to his face.

“Oh god, Fred, what did you do?”

“George may have implied that I was in a dry spell when it came to girls,” he said, smirking, “and obviously that’s just not true. So, he suggested a bet to see if I still had my skills-”

“Your skills?”

“-yes my skills, would you listen?”

Fred leaned closer to you, his eyebrows raising as you rolled your eyes.

“Back to what I was saying,” he drew in a breath, dragging out this entire conversation, “George suggested a bet to see if I could still charm the ladies,” he wiggled his eyebrows and you quirked one of yours.

“Long story short-”

You interrupted again, “That was the short version of that story? Fred can’t we do this later, I’ve got class in,” you glanced at your watch. “two minutes.”

“No! Give me a second,” he ran a hand through his hair, putting his strong hands on your shoulders to keep you in place, “I made a bet with George that I could get you to fall in love with me in two weeks and date you for a month!”

You looked up at the boy, thinking he had gone off the end. He had to, either that or he was messing with you. Or maybe he had been slipped a potion of some sort.

“Fred,” you started, your kind tone giving Fred the impression you would agree to the plan, “you just waisted the very limited break I have between classes, successfully pulling me away from a very entertaining story about Snape, and probably making me late for Herbology.”

Fred groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance.

“I’m serious!” 

You pulled against Fred’s grip, but he kept you in place. His face lit up, obviously coming up with what he thought would be a great plan. He released you briefly, digging his hands in his bag and moving crumpled papers around. He pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper, brandishing it like it was a diamond. 

“This, my love, is going to get you out of Herbology this class period,” he said, unfolding the paper.

He revealed a blank piece of paper with tiny sparkles floating on the page. As he held it for a second longer, words began to form on the paper, writing something.

‘Professor Sprout,

Please excuse Y/n from Herbology this period, she came to me with a pain in her stomach and I gave her a potion to fix it. She stayed in the infirmary during the period.

-Poppy’

You had heard about these before, enchanted notes that were written in authentic handwriting and enchanted the reader to believe it, no matter what they said. Perfect for forging notes from teachers. 

You stared at the paper in awe, grabbing it from Fred’s loose grasp.

“Yeah, you’re welcome. That’s the last one I have,” he said, feeling a bit remorseful having to give it up. He had been planning to use it to get out of Ancient Runes tomorrow. 

You folded the paper again, putting it neatly in your bag and looking back at Fred.

“Alright, let’s go,” you sighed, allowing him to lead you to the great hall, through the courtyard, and out to the Quidditch Pitch where no teachers would be. 

You sat in the stands, overlooking the empty and wet field,

“You want me to date you for two weeks?” you asked, sounding reluctant.

“No,” Fred said, sounding annoyed, “I want to fake date you for a month, but we won’t start until two weeks from now.”

You squinted, looking out at the stands on the other side of the field. You were thinking about this, finding the cons to outweigh the pros.

“What’s in it for me?” you paused, hearing Fred’s groan from beside you, “I mean, this could ruin my friendship with Ron, I get the embarrassing reputation when you fake dump me in a month, I don’t see how this is benefiting me.”

“Ron won’t care, I promise you,” Fred said acting as if this was obvious, “he lets Harry ogle Ginny all the time. And as for our fake dumping, that can be totally on your terms. I just need to win the bet with George.”

“What do you get if you win?”

Fred had hoped you weren’t going to ask that, but he was realizing you were smarter than he thought.

“Three Galleons,” he lied, looking at your skeptical face in the corner of his eye, “fine, six Galleons.”

You looked expectantly at him, waiting for his offer.

“I’ll split it with you,” he finally gave in.

He was a little upset at having to share his future winnings, but once you agreed to the bet and squealed excitedly at the possibility of some Galleons, a smile spread on his face.

Fred began laying the groundwork the next day. He made sure to send you flirtatious smiles when George was looking, waving to you in the halls, and talking to you in the common room.

You, Hermione, and Ron sat at a table in the corner, the three of you poured over a chess match. Ron was successfully beating Hermione, watching her as she tried to remember the rules he had taught her over and over. 

“You can’t do that,” he said impatiently as Hermione tried to move a pawn backwards. His hand reached out and returned the piece back to where it was, and Hermione groaned.

You leaned back in your chair, closing your eyes and turning your head up towards the ceiling. 

“Hello,” Fred purred from above you, looking down at you.

You snapped your eyes open, not entirely used to Fred’s flirting yet. It took you by surprise most days, and he always managed to get you when you weren’t expecting it. You looked to Ron, gauging his reaction. His eyes stayed locked on Hermione’s frustrated face, arms crossed as he waited for her move.

“Hello,” you replied, turning your head to face Fred as he move to your side. 

He leaned against your chair, his hand supporting his weight as he wrapped it around the back of your chair. The top of his hip bumped into your shoulder, and you resisted the urge to lean away from him. It’s not that Fred Weasley was disgusting or anything, he certainly wasn’t, but he had a reputation. Fred wasn’t known to be faithful or respectful of the usual rules regarding relationships. He wasn’t tied down, and half the student body has seen him naked (or wanted to). You had gone through your phase of liking Fred, and that phase lasted longer than you’d like to admit. You refused to boost his ego, though, and felt determined to not let this fake dating get to your head. 

Ron was still busy with his chess match, now watching Hermione’s focused gaze turn into a nervous one as she became aware of Ron’s eyes on her. She bit her lip, tapping her fingers on the table.

Fred glanced down at you, quirking an eyebrow and nodding his head towards Ron. He was showing you that Ron wouldn’t care if you two dated, testing Ron’s limits.

Fred’s hand moved slowly from the back of your chair to your shoulder. His slender fingers pressed gently on your clothed arm, moving to brush a piece of hair from your neck. He twirled a piece of your hair in his fingers, raising an amused eyebrow at Ron’s lack of reaction.

“Merlin, Hermione! I’ve taught you 100 times!”

Hermione scoffed, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms.

“Ron!” she exclaimed back, offended.

“Look,” he moved his hand to one of her pieces. He whisked it across the board, then one of his pieces, and then one of Hermione’s, and then one of his own, “Check.”

“Maybe if you had patience and didn’t stare me down every time it was my turn-” Hermione started, glancing to you for support.

Her eyes widened when she saw the somewhat intimate position you were in with Fred, her sentence dropping. 

“If you didn’t take so long, I wouldn’t stare you down!” Ron huffed and pushed his chair back, standing suddenly.

He hadn’t even glanced at you and Fred, missing Hermione’s shocked expression.

“What are you doing?” she questioned Fred, sounding even more offended than when Ron was yelling at her a moment ago.

“What?” Fred replied nonchalantly, pushing his body away from yours and taking Ron’s seat.

He moved the chair closer to the table, purposefully brushing his knee against yours. You knew he was watching your face, so you kept a neutral expression.

“He was all over you,” Hermione whispered to you, as if Fred wasn’t right in front of her,

“So?” you asked, acting as if it wasn’t abnormal for Fred to ‘be all over you’.

You were internally cringing at the whole thing, at Fred’s forwardness, lying to Hermione, the whole situation.

“Something must be in the air today,” Hermione said to no one in particular as she stood from the table, “everyone’s lost their minds.”

She left you and Fred, leaving him with a smirk on his face.

“I think that went well,” Fred said, moving the pieces on the chess board around swiftly as he set it up for a new game.

You moved to Hermione’s seat so you were across from him, rolling your eyes. 

“This is ridiculous, Fred,” you said, and at the sound of your genuine annoyance his eyes were on your face.

The board in front of you was set anew, white closest to you. You let yourself sit in your frustration for a moment, looking down at the board and moving a pawn. Fred made no move to his own pieces, just staring at you from his side of the table.

“What d’you mean?” he said, watching your hand retreat from the board. 

“These public displays of affection- isn’t it a little ridiculous?” you said, locking your eyes on the game in front of you.

A look of hurt flashed across Fred’s face, not that you would have seen it, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. His hand lazily moved one of his pawns.

“I don’t think so, no,” he said, leaning back in his chair and still studying your face, “I think they’re quite effective.”

“They’re only effective because I’m playing along,” you moved another pawn, hoping Fred would take the bait so you could steal his pawn.

“Which I appreciate fully,” he said, leaning forward and moving his pawn exactly where you wanted him to.

You stole his piece, advancing on the board. He hadn’t even registered the game, frankly, only looking at you.

“I feel like-” you didn’t know what you felt. You hadn’t put it into words, but you knew you didn’t like it.

Fred, and older, charming, handsome boy, was showing you a new amount of attention. Fred, a boy you had a crush on almost the entire time you’ve known him, was sending you flirtatious winks in the hallways and being very affectionate. Fred, your best friend’s older brother, was trying to date you to win a bet.

“-nevermind,” you finished, realizing you could not say any of this aloud. 

Fred had a quizzical look on his face, watching you as you silently sat across from him. You met his eyes for the first time since he sat down, swallowing hard. You stared at each other for at least a minute, neither of you moving or breaking the contact. His eyes had an intensity in them that you had never seen before, but they were also gentle and kind. He looked soft, his face illuminated by the faint candle light and fireplace, casting a yellow hue over his skin. His hair was grown out and pushed off his forehead, falling easily on the sides of his face. He had taken his tie off, though still in his school uniform, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His mouth, usually in a resting smirk, was thin and straight, making him look rarely serious. 

You felt like it took ages, but you finally broke his stare and cast your eyes downward at the board. You looked back up at him, seeing his eyes unmoving from your face.

“Your move,” you said, raising an eyebrow. 

Fred’s eyes shot to the board, and he moved the first piece he saw. His mind was racing as he tried to collect his thoughts, all of which were about you. 

He had no idea what happened, but his heart was beating incredibly fast and his hands were sweating. Fred, a man who had never once done anything serious, was feeling very serious. He didn’t know what was going on inside his head, but all he knew was that he thought you were remarkably beautiful. You were perfect, really, and he could not wait for this game of chess to end so he could get the hell away from you. 

Fred had never been in any sort of serious relationship. He had never dated a girl for longer than a few weeks, usually doing something that offended them (that was often mentioning how hot another girl was, or, in the worst case, snogging said other girl). He didn’t care for anything long-term, anything serious, because he couldn’t be bothered to find anyone that interesting. You, however, made his hands sweat. No one had ever made Fred’s hands sweat. No one had ever made Fred’s mind run blank.

He blinked at the board, realizing it was his turn again, and felt like giggling like a school girl. He shot his head up, looking around the common room and pretending to be in a hurry.

“Have you got the time?” he asked, watching as you looked down at your wrist- eyes flickering to your hand, which he realized he wanted nothing more than to hold in that moment- checking the time on your watch and telling him. He sprang from his chair, “I told George I’d meet him in a few, can we continue this later?”

He hadn’t even waited for an answer before he was running through the portrait hole, nearly knocking a few first years off their feet when he bumped into them.

Fred disappeared from the common room, leaving you with the chess board.

For the next few days, Fred’s flirting was non-existent. He wasn’t ignoring you, but the entire dynamic between you had shifted; something changed. He wasn’t painfully arrogant, seeming to take more effort in the way he treated you. There was no inappropriate flirting, no lustful winks. You wondered if the bet was still on.

You found out soon that it was. 

You and Hermione left the library fairly late into the afternoon, but neither of you minded the time that got away from you. You spent the day doing very little actual studying, talking and laughing instead. There was a very few amount of people who could tear Hermione away from her studies, and she didn’t often like to admit that you were one of them. 

“Are you going to tell me why Fred was so-” she broke off, shuddering in some sort of disgusted way that made you laugh “-touchy with you the other day?”

Hermione had been pressing a little bit every time she saw you about Fred, and you had been avoiding it every time. 

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about. That was just Fred being Fred,” you insisted, rolling your eyes playfully. 

The guilt of lying to your friends left you a few days ago, instead you only felt overwhelming uneasiness as your schoolgirl crush for Fred resurfaced. You couldn’t help it; the hot older boy you had liked since your first year was suddenly putting himself in compromising situations with you. So, you couldn’t tell Hermione about Fred’ bet, because then you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself telling her about your genuine crush. 

“Really?” Hermione teased, bumping her shoulder into yours.

“Yes, really,” you insisted, turning the corner to the main staircase that was crowded with students wandering the castle on the weekend afternoon, “ I don’t get why your fixating on this, ‘Mione.”

Your words, however, fell on deaf ears. Her gaze was locked on something on the stairs beneath you both. You followed it, seeing the heavy stream of students starting to part. From your position, you couldn’t see much through the crowd, but soon the crowd thinned around you and you got closer.

Fred stood on the landing, a huge bouquet of flowers in his hands. You bit your lip, trying to hide the laugh bubbling in your chest. Such a grand gesture for a fake one-month relationship, this boy was determined to beat George and win those three Galleons. You felt Hermione clutching loosely to your arm, a dazed sort of look overcoming her features. You couldn’t help but laugh at this, prying yourself free from her grip and walking down the stairs to meet Fred.

He also looked sort of dazed, and with a quizzical expression you felt your face heat up under the stares of everyone in the stairwell. You came to the landing, looking up at Fred. His hand shook a little as he held the flowers, and he bit his lip harshly. 

“Want to go out with me?” he asked, a surprisingly earnest voice replacing his usual smug one. 

You glanced at your watch, moving to stand on your toes to reach him. You moved your mouth to his ear, speaking so only he could hear you, “You’re about a week early with this gesture, Freddie.”

He chuckled, and from being so close to him his chest bumped yours slightly. You fell to stand flat on your feet, still close to him. He looked down at you, holding the flowers between your chests. 

“I don’t like following schedules,” he said, grinning down at you.

You resisted the urge to wrap your arms around his shoulders and never let go, settling instead on a bashful smile. He handed you the flowers, the brown paper they were wrapped in feeling a little damp from how profusely his hands were nervously sweating.

When he made this bet with George, he had just planned on kissing you in some busy hallway to announce the start of your relationship, as he did with most of his relationships. Somehow, though, you felt more special. His stomach sank every time he thought about the limited and fake month he’d have to with you, but he forced his way through it. 

So he went to the field by Hagrid’s hut and picked the best flowers he could find, wrapping them in a brown paper and organizing them so they were perfect, because you were perfect. 

He looked down at you, watching you as you held the flowers up to your face and smelled them. Your eyes were light and filled with innocent excitement, giving him an enchanting smile that showed all your teeth; you looked incredibly and undeniably happy, and that made Fred happy. 

You had both nearly forgotten about the entire student body surrounding you both, watching the exchange. Fred, feeling unnerved by the vulnerability he had exhibited in such a large crowd, looked up and smiled smugly, wiggling his eyebrows. The entire staircase erupted in a somewhat jumbled mix of cheers and laughter, sending a deep red blush to your cheeks. Fred looked down at you, and in a moment of unfiltered happiness, brought his hands to your cheeks. He lifted your head from where you had ducked it to hide the blush, forcing you to look up at him with the embarrassed grin on your lips. Before he could think about what he was doing, his face was leaning closer to yours and his hands on your cheeks were pulling you closer to him. You barely had the time to register what was happening, only hearing the laughter and cheers around you get louder as Fred’s face was pressed against yours.

He was fast at first, passionate and quick as if he thought he only had a second before you pulled away. You couldn’t though, even though every bone in your body was telling you to. Your lasting feelings for Fred were telling you that this kiss was okay, that your friendship with Ron would take the backseat for a while as you let Fred press himself against you. Your thoughts were fading, being replaced with the hyper awareness of everywhere Fred was touching you. His lips slowed and his breathing became slower too. He let out a sigh through his nose, the air hitting your face and sending a brand new flush to your cheeks. His hands on your cheeks stopped pulling you towards him, now being a gentle and soft presence on your skin. His left hand was grazing your jaw, his calloused fingertips tickling the skin lightly. His right hand cupped your cheek firmly still, but his thumb rubbed against your cheekbone. You held the flowers in one hand, and it wasn’t until a few seconds into the kiss that you had even remembered you had hands. You rested your hand holding the flowers against his chest, tilting the bouquet so it didn’t hit Fred in the face. Your other hand snaked up his arm, clutching loosely at his strong forearm as it hung between your bodies. 

You were both at each other’s wills, you would do anything Fred and Fred vowed to himself that he would follow you to the ends of the Earth, if you asked him to. 

The spark moving through Fred’s body was nothing he had ever felt before. He didn’t feel it when he kissed Angelina Johnson, his first kiss, after winning a Quidditch match. He didn’t feel it when he drunkenly kissed Alicia Spinnet at a party. He didn’t feel anything close to this when he kissed Katie Bell in a game of truth or dare last year. You were completely new to Fred, and part of him already knew he wanted to spend every second with you from then on out.

You pulled away first, entirely and completely breathless. You looked up at Fred, mouth opening and closing like an out of water fish as you tried to find words to say in this moment. Fred just chuckled, bringing his hand on your cheek to graze his knuckles against your swollen lips. You closed your mouth, feeling okay with having nothing to say, and figuring it was better to not say anything anyways. 

The crowd registered in your brain, making you feel extremely embarrassed again. You shoved your face into Fred’s chest, hiding the flush all over your face.

“Alright! Shows over, you perverts,” Fred called out, smiling widely at the group.

You heard the shuffling of feet begin around you, the traffic beginning once again. A few wolf whistles reached your ears, and you didn’t remove yourself from Fred’s chest until you were sure everyone had moved on. 

Fred’s large hand rested on the back of your head, soothing down your hair. You found it oddly intimate, and you knew letting all of this happen was only setting yourself up for hurt when this bet was inevitably over, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Pulling away finally, your flowers clutched at your side, you took a deep breath. You were bringing your gaze to look up at Fred, but a group of redheads standing behind him caught your eyes and made them widen.

“I am so telling mum you have a girlfriend!” Ginny squealed, her voice easily heard in the now empty stairwell.

Fred turned to face his family, seeing Ginny, Ron, George, Hermione, and Harry looking at him as if he’s sprouted five new limbs.

Ron elbowed Ginny, sending her a wide-eyed look, “my bestfriend is not his girlfriend!” Ron said confidently, then turning to Fred with a threatening look, “My bestfriend is not your girlfriend.”

Fred smiled nervously, “I’m not dating Harry, Ron,” he attempted to joke, only earning a laugh from George and an embarrassed look from Harry. 

You peaked from behind Fred, meeting the group. You smiled at them sheepishly, meeting Hermione’s baffled eyes.

“I knew it!” she called, causing the entire group to turn their heads to look at her, “I knew you fancied her.”

Hermione looked quite proud of herself, but Ron looked fuming. Harry had sort of a ‘I-saw-this-coming’ look on his face.

“Guys,” you said, stepping towards them, “Ron.”

You gave Ron a pleading look, prepared to embarrass yourself and set the whole thing straight, even prepared to lose 3 Galleons. Suddenly, Hermione stepped between you and Ron.

“Ronald,” she said sternly, snapping Ron out from his angry mood briefly, “I hope you are not about to prevent a lovely relationship just because you have no emotional intelligence or maturity regarding these subjects.”

Your eyes widened from behind Hermione, casting a shocked glance to Fred. George and Ginny stifled their laughter, saving an embarrassed Ron some of his pride after being scolded by Hermione. 

“But he’s my brother!” he whined, his anger leaving him and instead being replaced by some sort of tame disgust.

You couldn’t take it, every part of you wanted to tell them it was a bet, the galleons be damned. You looked to Fred with a warning look, only to see him digging in his pockets.

“George,” he called out, removing his hand from his pocket and clutching something, “catch.”

Fred tossed six coins at George, and George caught them with surprise.

“Bets off,” Fred said, looking painfully serious. 

You felt your breath hitch in your throat, an immense feeling of guilt wash over you. You had cost Fred six galleons, even after the work he had put in. He had kissed you for the sake of it, and you couldn’t go one month. 

“Fred,” you stuttered, looking at him with guilt

His mouth broke into a grin, however, and he took a few steps towards you. George watched Fred’s movements, and began pulling away the group. Ron, still standing there with a confused look on his face, was tugged away by the back of his collar.

“I don’t want to fake date you,” he whispered to you once he was close enough, tucking his hands in his pockets.

“Well, that seems like a lot of work for nothing, then-” you started, only for his lips to fall onto yours and silence you.

You couldn’t help it, again, as you let yourself melt into him. He pulled away all too soon however, resting his forehead on yours as he looked into your eyes. 

“I want to date you for real,” he said, biting his lip nervously, “not as a bet.”

Your eyes widened, and once again you could not think of anything to say. You opened and closed your mouth, searching for the words, but gave up. You gave a relieved sigh, hearing the words you had dreamed of hearing since you were 12, and kissed Fred Weasley. 

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