#she is so soft she kinda makes me want to cry ngl | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

runa-falls · 2 years

Text

Sharing is Caring

Summary: Ari is going to teach you how to share

Pairing: Cruel Stepdad!ari x reader

Rating: Explicit 18+ (DNI if you’re under 18 -.-)

Warnings: SMUT, angst, oral f!receiving, spanking, infidelity, mean!ari, daddy kink, whore!ari, cuckholding/voyeurism, facial, dacryphilia, choking, threesome (kinda), no aftercare ._.

WC: ~4.3k

A/N: Look, this shit is kinda fucked up ngl, so I’m sorry for this ;-; I just have to write hurtful things???

masterlist

-=+=-=+=-=+=-

You can feel his body heat glide behind your bent body as you work on pulling a clean fitted sheet over your mattress, the hardest part of making your bed. You feel large hands grip your waist before you’re pulled back against him.

A breathy whine spills from your lips as he tries to distract you from your task.

“Daddy, stop! I have to get everything ready before she arrives!” Ari tsks and pushes you onto the bed, face first.

“How long ‘til you learn you can’t tell me what to do, huh, sweetheart? Mom’s out, and I’m hungry.”

“W-wait-” Your protests are futile as he shoves your skirt up your hips, sharply pulling at your silky panties. The fabric is stretched and yanked until it gives in and rips in two. “Hey! Those were a really nice pair!” Your complaints muffle against the mattress as he pushes you down.

“You have plenty of panties, honey. I bought you a whole wardrobe.”

“But those are all lacy and scratchy! I don’t like-” An unexpected quick spank snaps onto your soft skin. You yelp and attempt to squirm away from him, but his hold on you is too tight.

His gruff voice seethes through clenched teeth, “Stop being a whiny baby.” Another hit pricks your other cheek, spreading warmth up your body. “Be grateful you have such a generous daddy that lets you wear panties in the first place…You’re lucky I’ve been craving you all day.”

He doesn’t warn you when he dips down to lick a broad stripe against your leaking cunt, flicking softly against your clit. You cry into the half-made bed, arching your back to push yourself against his mouth. His groan echos throughout your bedroom, warm breath hitting your most sensitive area. “Always so sweet for me, baby.”

Your thighs attempt to tense together from his words, but they’re stopped by his large hands gripping to keep you spread out. You’re already worked up into a frenzy. He parts your lips with his thumb, getting a good look at the glistening slick that coats your tight cunt.

You feel his beard trail against the back of your upper thigh, brushing and teasing at your skin. You mentally prepare yourself for his favorite pass time: edging.

These escapades have always been a game for him. Whenever your mom leaves the house, he pushes your body to the limit, taking advantage of your time alone. He needs to watch you fall apart for him. Craves to stretch out every moment and watch your body tremble for him as he teases you to tears.

And you crave it too. You love the constant attention and gifts Ari showers you with, but sometimes it’s too much. Sometimes, he wants more than you can give. And he’ll take and take until there’s nothing left.

Since you met him, you’ve known Ari held a darker side. From the way he makes sure to glance at you when he kisses your mother, to the times he shamelessly cums to the sounds of your sobs as hot tears stream down your face. He needs control over you. And he’s not afraid to show it.

Your foggy thoughts are interrupted by a familiar ringtone blaring from your bedside table. You instantly struggle to push against Ari’s body, urgently trying to get to your phone. After some resistance, he surprisingly lets you go, silently watching as you crawl away from him.

You speedily reach out your hand to grab onto the vibrating device, sitting yourself up while trying to ignore the tingling that remains from Ari’s indulgence. You quickly answer the phone, sheepishly taking a peek at Ari’s face. His expression is one of glowering frustration. You’ll probably have to make it up to him later.

“Hello?”

“Hi! I just picked up my bag from baggage claim, so I’ll be there in, like, 45?” You squeal into the phone with excitement, completely unaware of the way Ari’s adjusting himself through his sweats.

“Oh my gosh, I can’t wait! I’m getting stuff ready as we speak!” Your childhood best friend, Lila, is finally visiting from your hometown. You moved away halfway through high school for your mom’s job, and much to your disappointment, you’ve only been able to see her during school breaks. This is the first time she’s coming to visit you.

“Aw, you don’t have to do anything crazy, it’s just me.”

“It’ll be your first impression of our new place! We’ve gotta make it count!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll see you soon babes.”

“Ok, bye, love you!”

You feel your hair brush against the length of your neck as it’s pushed over your shoulder. The bed dips closer to you as plush lips are pressed against the edge of your jaw, followed by small ticklish nips. You let out a faint sigh, unconsciously tipping your head to the side to give him more access.

A warm hand drifts up your waist and down your arm, snatching the phone out of your hand before you can end the call. Ari blindly turns it off and pushes his body against yours. Your eyes flutter when you feel his palm rub against your thighs, pushing up and under your skirt, but before he could get too far, you gently push him away, nudging his hands off you.

“Ok, Ari, stop. I really gotta finish what I started!” He pulls at your wrist, and tugs you closer, guiding your hand to press against his hard cock.

“Why don’t you finish this first?” His low, dreamy voice is really tempting, but you draw back, shaking your head. You feel very responsible, resisting him to finish cleaning up.

“Lila will be here in less than an hour. I really can’t right now.” Clean pillows, sheets, and blankets are scattered on the floor, waiting for you to fix them on your bed. You stand up, diligently fluffing a large pillow before placing it neatly against your headboard.

“And what am I supposed to do about this, huh?” He’s shamelessly gripping himself over his clothes, eyes half-lidded as he watches you bend over to organize your bedspread. You’re still bare under your skirt.

“Take a cold shower? I don’t know.” You attempt to send him an apologetic smile, but he’s out your door without another word, letting out an audible frustrated sigh. You roll your eyes at his childish tantrum and return to the task at hand, finally able to work for 5 minutes without a large man trying to feel you up.

You didn’t anticipate that cleaning would take this long. By the time Lila arrives, the doorbell is muffled by the sound of your vacuuming, making Ari greet the guest in your place.

It’s only when he calls from downstairs that you realize she’d arrived. You’re practically buzzing as you promptly put away your cleaning supplies and speedwalk to the stairs.

You’re nearly down the creaky wood steps when you see her at the door, accompanied by Ari. He decided to change into a tight white tee and fitted jeans, showing off his broad shoulders and thick biceps. He must’ve listened to your shower suggestion because his hair is still a little damp at his shoulders.

You try to keep your eyes off him, not wanting to raise any suspicion from the girl who knows you like the back of her hand.

Ari is leaning against the door frame, casually conversing with Lila, showing off one of his signature charming smiles. She speaks quietly only responding to him with short phrases.

Your arrival is announced by the noisy stairs pulling them from their conversation. Ari runs his fingers through his hair as he innocently smiles at you. “Finally, she’s been waiting here for a while.”

“Oh, sorry! I was just vacuuming up there.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She smiles before opening her arms wide, seeking a big hug from you. You don’t hesitate to jump into her arms, squeezing her until she dramatically acts like she can’t breathe. “Sometimes I forget how intense your hugs are.” She chuckles, pulling you in for one more squeeze.

“Please, come in!” You pull at her wrist, leading her through the entranceway. “I’ll give you a tour of the place before dinner”

Ari steps in behind you and shuts the door. “Here, let me take that up for you.” He lightly takes a hold of Lila’s suitcase, accidentally brushing against the top of her hand in the process.

“Um, okay, thank you.” Lila pulls her hand back in surprise, a blush pricking the tops of her cheeks. Ari winks at you as he walks to the stairs, leaving the two of you alone. The steps of the staircase groan as Ari makes his way upstairs, effortlessly carrying the suitcase in one hand.

Lila turns back to you, widening her eyes while discreetly motioning towards him. You almost laugh at the exasperated look on her face. You pretend to be confused at her insinuating look.

“So that’s Ari?” She whispers as soon as he’s out of sight, sending you a suggestive smile. You told her about your new stepdad, but she’s never met him until today. You nod, trying to keep any strong expression off your face. “Dude, why didn’t you tell me how hot he is?”

“Cuz he’s my stepdad?!”

“Have you ever tried to make any moves? I mean… If I were you I know I would.” Her eyebrows wiggle teasingly.

You scoff out like it’s the most outrageous idea you’ve ever heard. “Ugh, really?” You scrunch your face in disgust, “He’s, like, super old.”

She shrugs with a smile, clearly unbothered by the age difference. “Well, are you looking for a step-step-mom?” Your face drops into a deep frown, your stomach tightening at the thought of Ari with another girl. “Aw, m’just teasing…Or am I?” You roll your eyes, but a small smile still manages to perk up against your lips.

“Ok, ok, enough about Ari, let me show you around.”

You energetically drag her around the house, showing her the upgraded appliances and overpriced furniture that Ari insists on having because, apparently, he has a bottomless bank account. “Damn, a curved tv? What the hell does he do for a living?”

“Uh…” You never actually figured that out. You’ve asked, but somehow the subject always changes before you can get a straight answer out of him. “...Business things, I think? I’m actually not too sure.” She nods slowly.

“Ok…sure, that’s normal. I mean, it doesn’t really matter when he’s hot and rich-”

“-and old.” You add.

She shrugs, staring through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the pool in the backyard. “He could be in the mafia and I’d still be on my knees.” Before you could respond to her, Ari calls you two for dinner from the kitchen. “And he cooks too? You lucky lady!”

“Ok, lovebird, let’s just eat.” You chuckle, pulling her towards the dining room.

The table is neatly set with salad, steaming roasted vegetables, and grilled chicken. Ari’s always one to impress. Three grey placemats lay at the end of the table, one sitting on either side of Ari’s usual spot. He walks in from the kitchen, placing a bowl of rice in the middle of the table.

“This looks great, Mr. Levinson!”

He sends her a bashful smile, “Please, this is nothing, just a simple meal. And feel free to call me Ari, honey.” He winks before heading back to the kitchen to bring plates and cutlery.

“Ok…Ari.” He’s already out of the room as she quietly says it, giddy at his attention. You shake your head, amused at the way she melts for him. Ari is such a tease, always ready to butter up anyone around, loving the attention and admiration he can garner from others. Obviously, it’s working wonders on your best friend.

“Don’t get your hopes up. He’s like this to everyone.”

“Mhm, sure...”

You take a seat to the right of his, where you usually sit, taking in the wonderful smell of the food. You’ll never get over the delicious homemade meals he cooks up. Lila sits across from you, attentively waiting as he brings in the porcelain dishes.

You can barely eat with all the stories you’ve been saving up to tell her, blabbing about your new school, the neighborhood drama, and the nearby interactive art museum that you need to visit while she’s here.

Lila is glaringly distracted as you’re telling her about a scandal at school between a senior and a teacher. Ari acts like he’s politely listening, but you can tell he’s distracted too. She is stealing shy glances at him every so often, clearly not taking in a single thing you’re saying. Annoyingly, Ari encourages her behavior by sending looks right back, cockily accepting her longing gaze.

A pout rises to your lips, suddenly less excited about what you were talking about. They finished their food while you were having your one-sided conversation, leaving you to pick around at your plate alone. You let Ari take over the discussions as you take small bites of food.

“So how’s school?”

“Really good. I’m actually acing every class, so all I need to worry about is the SATs now!” Lila shyly grins up at him, an expectant look on her face like she’s waiting for an ounce of his praise. Of course, Ari is not one to disappoint.

“Ah, that’s a good girl.” Pink blooms up her neck at the nickname as she flutters her lashes. “This one,” He nods over to you. “Needs to focus more on her studies.” He takes a sip of red wine, taking in your scrunched-up face.

Lila nods, giggling along, “Been that way since we met in middle school.” You let out a disapproving hum at their criticisms.

“But I’m doing pretty good this year!”

“Yes, pretty good, but you could always do better, sweetheart.”

“Whatever…” You cross your arms against yourself, not used to this side of Ari. You can’t take the weird tension in the air as you look between them, you’re starting to feel like you’re third wheeling. Your half-full plate stares up at you, but you’ve lost your appetite.

You abruptly push your chair away from the table and stand up. “I’m done, let’s go upstairs.”

“Oh, ok. Uh, Thank you for dinner, A-Ari.”

“S’my pleasure, honey.” He rises to take care of the plates as the two of you make your way to the room you’ll be sharing.

—

The sheets pull and bunch next to you as Lila restlessly tries to find a comfortable position. You’ve been in and out of sleep, but she’s been rolling around for, what feels like an hour.

She huffs out a breath before finally deciding to sit up. She pushes the covers off of her as you slowly push yourself to sit next to her. You stretch to turn on a lamp on the table next to you, setting it to its dimmest setting. Taking a glance at the clock, you see it’s already 12:15 am.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Yeah, I think I just need some water.”

“D’you know where the cups are?” She hums, stretching as she stands up before flattening down her wrinkled nightgown.

“I think so, but I can figure it out if I don’t.” You nod and watch her slowly pad out of your room, gently closing the door behind her. The faint sound of the stairs creaking follows her as she descends.

You want to stay up until she returns, missing the sleepover tradition where you’d talk all night until one of you falls asleep. You set yourself up to fight off sleep, staring at the posters taped on your walls to keep yourself busy. Blinking, you realize you’ve been zoned out for a while. You glance back at the clock, it’s already been 15 minutes.

How long does it take for someone to get water? Maybe she decided to have a late-night meal?

You reluctantly leave the comfort of your bed and quietly tiptoe out of your room. Ari’s door is closed so he’s probably already asleep. You make sure to strategically walk down the side of the stairs to minimize the noise, not wanting to wake him up. The hallway glows from the lights of the kitchen area.

Instead of the expected clicking noises of someone eating, you are greeted with intense heavy breaths and the wet smacking of lips. You freeze once you realize what’s happening. Your legs weaken as you sneak closer to the entrance, your body was partially hidden by a wall.

You spot an abandoned glass of water sitting across from Lila who is facing away from you. She’s on the island counter with Ari who stands between her thighs, a hand secured around her throat. Despite being fully dressed, their hips fluidly push against each other. It’s obvious what’s happening.

Her fingers slowly comb through his hair before lightly tugging at the ends as he nips at her jaw, planting red bruises along the edge of it. A breath is caught in your throat as you watch them with wide eyes. A burning sensation sparks at the back of your throat.

A quiet whimper vibrates from her chest when he sucks at a particular spot under her ear. Ari tsks as he pulls away from her, giving her a disapproving glare. He places a hand on her mouth to muffle out any noises before continuing to slowly fuck into her.

You can tell their eyes are locked together because you’re familiar with the look he’s giving her now. You’ve always loved the way he attentively stares into your eyes, showing how eager he is to soak in every one of your reactions as he fucks you dumb. Your eyes sting as hot tears blur your vision. You want to look away but you can’t.

You feel your stomach sour as you watch him push the fabric of her nightgown up her thighs so he can see where they’re connected. His eyes are half-lidded as he gazes appreciatively at the mess around his cock. His fingers grip bruises onto her legs, tattooing his marks onto her. You painfully clunch your bottom lip between your teeth as you try to keep yourself together.

A quick inhale draws your attention back up to his face. You almost back away when you see him staring right back at you, his hips continue to push against her without a stutter. His hand drops from Lila’s face, letting her unmuffled whines bounce against the white walls of the kitchen. You know he’s doing it just to torment you.

You shake your head, glazed eyes begging him to stop. Ari tilts his head as he watches you, taking in your reaction.

Instead of stopping, he glides his arms down to hold her waist, controlling her body to meet his thrusts and pushing himself as deep as he can go. The soft sound of wet slapping travels through the house.

She lets out a high-pitched hum when he grinds himself against her clit, sparking overwhelming pleasure up her spine. A proud smirk sits on his face when he spots how your tears leave dark splotches onto the grey t-shirt you stole from his closet.

��Maybe you should’ve let me finish earlier.” He shrugs, voice booming through the relatively silent house, speaking in a casual tone. You freeze, watching as Lila’s body tenses in surprise, completely unaware of your presence until now.

“Shit!” She gasps out, trying to pull away from Ari, but he holds her still, replacing a hand onto her mouth to keep her quiet.

“What the fuck, Ari?” You finally whisper out, your tightened throat makes your voice crack. You don’t have enough energy to truly yell at him, no matter how hurt you are.

More tears unintentionally spill down your cheeks as you step away from the wall and reveal yourself against the warm glow of the island lights. Lila’s voice is muffled as she tries to resist him and look over at you, but her efforts are futile against his strength. Neither of you pay any mind to her.

“Aw, don’t be such a crybaby, honey. Sharing is caring, ain’t that right?” He coos at you like he’s talking to a toddler. Your hands clench at the bottom of your shirt, wringing the fabric tightly in your fists. You sniffle lightly, brushing away teardrops that persist on your skin.

“But why her, daddy? S-she’s my best friend!” Lila is still pressed against him, frozen as she’s forced to watch the interaction. Now she knows, you’ve been fucking your stepdad.

“Well, if I can’t have my baby, I need to look for another tight cunt to fill.” He pushes himself deeper into Lila, keeping his eyes on yours as he forces an involuntary moan out of her. “Plus, she was begging for it.”

Your legs unconsciously squeeze together, knowing exactly what she’s feeling right now. Ari notices and chuckles condescendingly at your actions. “Didn’t realize how much of a slut you are. You like watching, don’t you baby?”

If anything, you’re mostly upset about the way your body reacts to Ari fucking another girl. You need to actively fight against your lust-blown brain and slick-drenched panties or you’ll end up under him like nothing happened

You shake your head, frown deepening. “S-stop, Ari! I’ve learned my lesson, just please stop!”

Your begging only seems to encourage him to fuck her faster. “Not until I fill this pussy to the brim. Be a good girl for daddy and quietly watch from over here, hm?” He nods at the floor below him, speaking through clenched teeth.

He focuses on ramming right against her g-spot, making Lila’s eyes roll to the back of her head. Her arms unconsciously grab at his back to pull him closer. Your cunt flutters as you imagine him fucking you like that, knowing how thick he feels inside of you.

He looks at your figure expectantly, impatiently waiting for you with bored eyes.

You can’t believe you’re about to do this, but you hesitantly give in, dragging your feet shamefully toward them, sitting yourself at his feet to look up at him. You place your hands neatly on your lap, not knowing what you’re supposed to be doing.

His hair falls over his eyes as he looks down at you, body continuing to move fluidly against hers. He takes in how you patiently kneel for him, throbbing at the thought of your obedience, realizing you’d let him do anything he wants to you. Ari has never seen anything more perfect than his girl staring up at him with cried-out eyes.

You watch as his perfect cock slides into her, slick dripping down to the kitchen tiles, just nearly missing the tops of your knees. You squeeze your legs together, trying to refrain from touching yourself to the image. Lila’s legs tremble around his waist, her chest heaving with gasps and moans. He decides that he prefers your sobs over her moans

Ari stares down at your squirming body, gripping at Lila’s skin, wishing it were yours. He brings a hand down to rub against her clit, needing to feel her cunt flutter around his cock as you innocently gaze up at him through your lashes.

His hips cant forward as he feels her tighten around him, pulling him in as she starts to shake through her orgasm.

“F-fuck, daddy!” Lila squeals out before feeling a sudden pressure around her neck. She’s instantly silenced by the man inside her.

“I’m not your daddy, sweetheart,” He grunts out, thrusting sharply into her with a punishing pace. She’s forced to take everything he’s giving her while still coming down from her high. “That name is reserved for the angel sitting next to me.”

You fight down a proud smile, reminding yourself of your position. You honestly feel quite pathetic sitting here, watching your married lover fuck your best friend, but the feeling somehow adds to the fire inside of you. It’s disgustingly intoxicating.

Ari’s thrusts falter when he sees the dreamy look gracing your face as you watch him, heat traveling up his body as he’s pushed to the edge. His cock twitches, but he pulls out before he could spill inside of her.

“Come’ere and open your mouth, baby” He breathes out, turning toward you. You yieldingly follow his directions, even sticking out your tongue as he squeezes himself right in front of you. “Good girl…” Your eyes are closed as warm spurts hit your lips and drip down your chin.

You missed his taste, but as you reach up to flick your tongue against the sensitive head, you realize he’s been corrupted by Lila. Her slick makes you pull back with a pout as you wipe your mouth of any evidence of him.

You stand to leave, needing a second to think about what just happened, but your actions are stopped by a hand grabbing your arm. You’re pulled into Ari’s arms, a warm hand comes up to cradle your jaw as he stares deep into your eyes, giving you the same look he always does. He leans in to plant sweet kisses on your lips, breathing in your scent like it comforts him.

But you resist him, pushing against his chest before backing away from him slowly, blocking out how he watches you with sad eyes. You forgot Lila’s still there until you hear her whisper your name. Your chest rises rapidly as you stutter out breaths, looking between her and Ari, finally taking in what happened.

“I-I need to think.” You rush out of the kitchen, needing to be as far away from them as possible.

#ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson angst #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans fanfiction #stepdad!ari #daddy!ari #stepdad!ari levinson #stepdad!ari levinson x reader #cruel!ari levinson #cruel!ari #sharing is caring

1K notes · View notes

miss-americana-reputation · 11 months

Text

☀️ prompt x rockstar!eddie

@oneforthemunny summers writing game is stuck in my mind so my prompt is ☀️

☀️- eddie comes home to see you sunbathing...topless;) can be dom!sub! if you'd like, or sweet smutty goodness. whatever you'd like it to be! have fun with it!

ofc i had to do rockstar!modern!eddie

smutty smut smut 18+, she’s a brat ngl, p in v sex, spanking, in public kinda (they’re in their backyard which to me is huge), he’s soft for like 0.2 seconds, degrading.

——————————

of course it’s risky. but the sun is perfect today and i just had to. and tan lines suck. so i went topless. my phone has rung a gazillion times, all probably from eddie, but it’s over at the edge of the pool while i’m in the middle, floating on a neon pink floatie.

“is this why you haven’t answered your phone?” i hear eddie’s voice. i open my eyes and turn to eddie while they’re getting adjusted to the light. “yes.” i smile and turn back. “oh my fucking god.” he rolls his eyes.

i smirk as i hear him grab my phone, place it not on the edge of the pool. i zone out until i hear him jump into the pool. “eddie.” i gasp before it’s too late and i’m being flipped over.

i pop my head out of the water to see him standing and laughing like an idiot. “that’s not funny!” i scream at him, splashing water. “oh. this is how you’re gonna act.” he raises a brow, voice getting stern.

“you pushed me into the water!” i whine. “and? i know you know how to swim.” he retorts. “i didn’t want to get my hair wet!” i whine. “oh. you poor baby.” he mocks me. “oh my god.” i complain, rolling my eyes.

“okay. i let you have your fun. say sorry or i’ll punish you.” he threats. “i didn’t do anything wrong.” i cross my arms over my chest. “oh? okay. get out.” he gets stern, an ache forms between my legs. it was already there from seeing him wet.

i get out and try off as much as i can before he’s snatching the towel from me. he sits down in front of me and i bend over his lap. “don’t even need to be told. maybe there’s some good in you after all.” he smiles and runs his hand down my spine.

“i am good.” i whine. “sure you are.” i can practically hear him roll his eyes. “read that number.” he holds the phone in front of me, the missed calls in red. “how many did you miss?” he asks. “17.” i pout. “mhm. good girl.” he nods, setting my phone down. the praise makes me even more wet.

“and you will count every. single. one.” he grits the last part out. i blush as i feel him slowly and softly remove my bikini bottoms. “remember the safe word?” he asks. “mhm. peppers.” i answer. “good girl.” he says, hand softly rubbing my back.

when he got like this it sends my head into a dizzy. the sweetness of his touch, words, and voice. just for him to treat me harshly a moment later.

i can’t get into my head too much before i feel his palm crack down against my cheek. “one!” i say. he does it again, this time slightly harder. “two!” i cry out. he does the next 2 quickly, back to back. “three, four!” i whine. “mhm. see you are smart. just make dumb decisions.” he pauses for a moment.

he continues again, swapping between compliments and sweet nothings that make me blush and want to hide my face. to harsh words that make me blush in embarrassment.

“ten!” i cry out after he spanks me. “mhm. only seven more.” he nods. “please.” i cry, my cheeks tear stained and in between my legs soaking wet, not just from water. “what? want more or can’t take it anymore?” he asks.

“touch me.” i beg. “aw. that’s cute. but not enough to not be a slut.” he shrugs, spanking me hard this time. “eleven!” i cry, that was the hardest so far. “look at you, so pathetic.” he smirks, bringing his hand down again. “twelve!” i cry out, loud.

“hush, the neighbors are gonna hear, and call the cops.” he warns. “you want that though, huh? sluts like you.” he spanks me. “t-thirteen.” i stutter. “good job. only 4 more left.” he coos. “i can go fast if you want.” he offers. “please.” i beg. “okay.” he smiles.

his hand falls down to between my legs where he glides his pointer finger over my core. i let out a gasp as he removes his finger. he doesn’t give me a warning before his hand is against my flesh.

“fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen!” i cry out. “mhm. good job. you did so good for me.” he coos, softly rubbing my back, not the area he attacked. he wants me to feel all of the pain so the lesson sets in. even though we all know that’s bullshit and it won’t.

“wanna continue? we don’t have to.” he offers. “no please. fuck me.” i whine. “okay.” he smiles. he quickly moves me so i’m laying against the chair and he’s on top.

he doesn’t say anything, just connect our lips. he softly moans into the kiss when i reach for his hair. “ed’s.” i whimper. “i know baby. just let me kiss you.” he responds. eventually he pulls away and pulls down his shorts.

i look down to see his harden cock straining his boxers. i reach down and softly palm him. “shit.” he hisses. i smirk and he removes my hands to pull down his boxers. he quickly strokes himself to get fully hard as he gets situated and lines himself up with me.

he slowly slides in, never breaking eye contact with me. “eddie-” i moan. “shit.” he sighs as he’s fully in. “move, please.” i whine. “patience.” he rolls his eyes but gives in, he starts to thrust into me.

in no time, like my moans fuel him, he’s fucking me rough like there’s no tomorrow, just how i like it. “oh fuck.” i moan as quiet as i can, knowing our neighbors probably can’t hear and or don’t care.

“shit sweetheart.” he pants. “eddie.” i moan. “yeah- fuck.” he groans. “oh fuck.” he grunts. “you feel so good.” i whine. “yeah? who owns this pussy?” he asks, thrusting harder. “you- fuck. you do eddie.” i moan.

“yeah. that’s it. good girl.” he pants. i can see sweat forming on him and i can feel it forming on my chest. “you look so good.” i moan. “hm? this doing it for you?” he asks. “yes.” i pant, looking down at his chest, covered in a layer of sweat.

“oh eddie.” i cry out. “i’m close.” i whine. “be my good girl and hold it for me.” he says. “edd-ie.” i whine. “come on. don’t be a brat.” he snaps. “okay!” i moan.

he continues to fuck me and i hold back until i realize his thrusts are getting sloppier. “please.” i beg. “fuck. yes. cum.” he pants. “ohmygodohmygodohmygod.” i chant as i finish against him. in the heat of my moment he finishes inside of me.

we both come down from the highs and collect ourselves. “feel good?” he asks. “mhm.” i nod and softly kiss him.

——

#munnysummergame #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #very smutty #rockstar #rockstar smut #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie x reader #rockstar!eddie smut #modern!eddie x reader #modern!eddie munson #modern!eddie smut #sorry god #sorry jesus

95 notes · View notes

subskz · 9 months

Note

alr strap up IN ladies nd gays grindset live reaction to bb4 REAL (⬅️ pretending like the warnings aint got me quaking in my boots)

THE TWIN FLAMES CONVO I AM GIGGLING ND KICKING MY FEET DAWG THEY ARE SAUR CUTE I’M SICK,,, got me feelin delusional fr like yes chanathan nd i are soulmates thx for asking 😏 “do you like your reflection?” ”for once i do” SHUT THE FAWK UPPP I’LL CRY YOU THINK IGAF?!?!

hol up another #ourgeniusgrindset moment,,, a bitch just realized this goes back to bb1 THE FUCKEN PART WHERE Y/N TELLS CHANNIE TO PUT A FLAME BY HER CONTACT IN THE LIBRARY?!?! THE FUCKEN FORESHADOWING?!?!? MISSUS RIN YOU ARE INSANE FOR THIS ONE LITERALLY GOT ME FEELING LIKE THIS CONNECTING THE DAWTS

i loved that whole ass bowling scene like legit i would read 500k words of just y/n and hyungline fucking around THEY ARE SAUR SPECIAL TO ME 🥹🫶🏽 BUT LEE KNOW’S ANNOYING ASS PROVOKING,,, i’m glad y/n is losing patience wit him like mf i will show you a temper 🤣 nd changbinnie once again slaying as the best damn character in this fic i love him saur moch ngl it kinda makes me soft tht he still cares so much about y/n’s feelings even tho minho is his close bestie

OK IM BOUTTA DIVE BACK IN SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE QUEENIE

HERE WE GO!! please step up to the podium and never leave my dearest grindset hehe you know i love reading ur feedback like the finest literature!

they are so disgustingly in love aren’t they…thank you for supporting all the lovey dovey nonsense that ensues between channie and the reader HAHA i simply can’t help myself…them being twin flames gives me the perfect excuse for them to be this corny 🥰 I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU CAUGHT THAT DETAIL…our genius grindset indeed omg ur mind is sharp as ever! yes i wanted to include lil hints of them being twin flames all throughout the story but i thought it’d be more fun if it wasn’t acknowledged until the end hehe…and thermodynamics + the emphasis on temperature was the opportunity for that >:) it seriously warms my heart that u noticed smth as small as that!

that’s so sweet of you to say 😭 u know i love my hyung line boys don’t test me i might just actually do it! i’m really happy you enjoy the scenes w them they’re lots of fun to write! BINNIE <333 truly our best boy and the reader’s lifeline…now that bb is complete it’s safe to say i had the best time writing him throughout the story! and yes! as much as bin loves lino he also has a lot of love for the reader that she underestimates ㅠ

judging by where you’ve left off things are abt to get a lil bumpy out there…i wish u the best of luck w the rest of pt.4 babe ♡

#ask #grindset #💌#the conspiracy board meme 😭 exactly what it felt like outlining the story

8 notes · View notes

travelling-on-the-octopath · 2 years

Note

what kinda makes cry on the floor about this fandom wrt Hopes is that people are trying to say Claude was always the type to side with the winner when he... wasn't. like ever.

in 3H he straight up sided with Dimitri in AM, tried to do the same in VW, helps out the Church on SS, and surrenders to Her Majesty on CF. even though she's technically always be "the winner" because in 3/4 routes she'd have had the upper hand for 5 years and for CF she'd be beginning to steamroll specifically the Alliance first once Byleth comes back. but he never sides with her. because he doesn't just side with whoever's winning. because he has a base set of morals that everyone just seems to have forgot about, including the writers. it's just weird and kind of annoying ngl.

I'll raise you one better: Claude allies with the people he knows will do the best things for Fodlan, and that means the literal underdogs of the whole affair, whether that's the scattered church or the kingdom without a centre. The Empire has taken top slot at this point, leaving Claude comfortably in the middle, and the Kingdom and Church of Seiros fighting for the title of "Most Dicked Over by This War." He cleared the way for the Kingdom army to pass through Gloucester undisturbed, when the easy thing would have been to say "arrange toi, find a way to Enbarr that doesn't involve us." That's the tactic that's kept the Empire out of their borders for five years, so for him to throw that out the window and bank on Dimitri (still the underdog at this point, seeing as they were barely hanging on during their mad dash to Enbarr) tells me that he heavily considers who he's going to ally with not based on raw power, or advantage, bur rather an ally he would have made during peace. He cites Dimitri's soft-hearted tendencies as the reason for calling on him, which . . . okay, Claude, but Claude sees people's hearts. There's a reason we never shut up about the fact that Claude handed Failnaught to Dimitri; it shows what he thinks of Dimitri, and really it's pretty good things. Claude does not throw in his lot with whoever is winning. He throws his weight behind people he sees in his future, people who want the world he wants. EdeIgard does not, by any stretch of the imagination, want what Claude wants, and a Claude with half a brain would realize that in a fucking second. That we're even still debating this in the year of 2022 causes me pain.

#sorry sometimes the energy i need to get a point across is a french one glfdkgj #s dunks on clyde #s responds #anonymous metropolis #fe3h (the remix)#fe #fire emblem warriors: three hopes spoilers #fewth spoilers

21 notes · View notes

colorisbyshe · 1 year

Note

I really love Mitski, Wsshing Machine Heart and Nobody are very special to me :3. I also really love Strawberry Blonde & Me and my husband. I enjoy Conan Grey a lot, Comfort crowd is one of my faves. I also like Space Girl, by Frances Forever, Say so by Doja Cat. I also LOVE Do It by Chloe x Halle. Way Down by MØ. Also Janelle Monae.

A lot of the music on my playlists are very 'soft' and im looking for something harder, and I'm not really sure how to describe it. I did hear a BT/S song and liked the general vibe, but i dislike the band bc ive heard theyre very antiblack, but i do like what I heard so far so im pretty interested in kpop as a genre :)

Okay so some of this music I had to listen to for the first time, but I got you. Sort of. I'm taking all of this music into consideration at once because you cast a fairly broad net and I don't want to get too bogged odwn in going X Song of Mine = Y Song of yours.

I just scrolled through all my music by artist so uh

this got long

i;m sorry

Physical by The Aces, kinda poppier than you listed but still some gay girls making some indie pop-rockish music

Maybe try Runner by Alex G. I haven't listened to much Conan Grey so maybe I thought of this song when you mentioned him

Start It Up by Alex Mali, very sliick R&B with ethereal vocals. Check out the rest of this EP, tbh

Lovergirl by Andrea Valle is a bit more wavey but I think if you like Chloe X Halle this is... adjacent to that that but a bit more experimental

Lark by Au Revoir Simone has some of that sad girl crying on a synth vibe

Un Village by Baekhyun is Kpop, is both hard and soft, but has a focus on vocals that i see across your music taste

Maybe Fire Escape by Beach Bunny?

Actually I'm going through my music alphabetically and let me say if you like Chloe X Halle please listen to like... all of Beyonce's discography. She is like... the OG. I give you no specific song... just... explore, enjoy

Motospeed 24 by Bibi--she's kpop but more R&B inspired and has a lot of that vocal work I think you'll like. She can get dark and gritty

Your Light by The Big Moon, kinda poppy, kinda guitary. Pleasant

Luna by Bombay Bicycle Club--something you're less likely to stumble on as it's a bit older but it has the kinda poppy, indie rocky sound. This one is more of a reach

Forgive Me by Boa. I wanted to put Boa somewhere,because she's essential kpop me, and this is her song that feels the most "hard" BTS to me. Not a track that's indicative of most of her discography though

Just... all Bree Runway. Start with Somebody like You or All Night, which are more immediately in your wheel house

Western Wind by Carly Rae Jepsen, listen to the entire album this is from

Welcome to my Island by Caroline Polachek

HWA by CL is a bit harder kpop. Is dancier than previous kpop listing on this track

Stressed by Doechii, again more of the R&B stuff but she's GOOD. If you like this, also check out Persuasive

BOCA by Dreamcatcher, they do a lot of "harder" kpop but also have softer vocals as contrast.

An obviously Mitski-adjacent rec is Crush by Ethel Cain

Alternative to BTS: Exo!!! IDK what BTS song you liked, so it's hard to give direct alternaives but try: Monster, Tempo, The Eve, and I think Overdose is essential listening for them

I already forgot what the Conan Grey song you linked to sounded like, which makes this a bad rec based off it, but try back again by flor

MØ did a song with foster the people (blur, good song). Foster the people is one of my fave bands. None sound quite like way down but maybe try Pick U Up. Sit Next to Me is one of their song with the widest general appeal.

Undo by Heize. More kpop that isn't hard but I think based off your interest in Chloe x Halle... AND Doja Cat... thi sis a good middle place

Layin Low by Hyolyn. Sounds more like western R&B but... kpop

Be Mine by Infinite. NGL this has nothing to do with any of your songs, I just think it's essential kpop. The Chaser might be a closer BTS alternative

If you like Janelle Monae, make sure you don't miss her collab with Jidenna "Yoga." Telling a man to bend over... yes Janelle I love you

More by K/DA is a bit "harder"

Come In by Kai, I think based on your Conan Grey + Kpop interest, this might hit for you

Red Moon by KARD is a bit harder kpop, they have harder tracks but the instrumental here (and in a lot of their songs) has connective tissue with the song way down you mentioned

IDK what BTS song you listened to, so, again, Gasoline by Key is maybe the song I could more easily correlate with them. But Key is an eSSENTIAL kpop listen, so if you don't like this track, try others! Throw a dart at any track, it's good

This is a shot in the dar... by try Bedroom Eyes by The Knocks & The STudio Killers. Or look into any of The Knocks collabs with foster the people like their collab "ride or die"

LUNA from f(x) did a cover of "Say So" but her best song is "Free Somebody" which doesn't sound much like say so but give it a shot!

I feel like if you haven't heard much music, you probs don't know Marina, which is PROBABLY for the best, btu she was like... filling the void Mitski would later fill. Her older stuff is good. I am not a robot might be a nice place to start.

Another shot in the dark... try River by Mattis

All In by Monsta X is harder kpop and reminds me of what older BTS aspired to be. Try Shine Forever and Miss You a well

This is ALSO out of left field... try Heaven's Only Wishful by Mormor. Softer and different than the music you posted, but I think it's on the periphery of your taste and amybe you'll want to explore

Dark Doo Wop by MS MR comes to mind when I think of Mitski and idk why. Try it out

Listen to Come by Namie Amuro. It's jpop and it doesn't SOUND like say so but I think it taps into some of the asme energy.

This is Why by Paramore. Jump into Paramore's new album and celebrate with us all as it comes out soon!

Going by the MO inclusion, try out PVRIS. Just try a song or two from each album. Maybe start with Death of Me.

1-800-MLKYWAY by Rakiyah. She also has more Korean heavy tracks liek Like You or The Invitation.

I can't think of what Red Velvet track to rec to you just know that they are the pinnacle of kpop to me

One on 5 by Rico Nasty. Don't know why the way down track makes me think of htis but here we are

Same for Red Velvet: I think of Shinee as some of hte best kpop has to offer. Don't Call Me might be the most BTS-adjacent but isn't the best they have by a long shot. Listen to their song "View" and if you like that, I can rec you more

Listen to Jopping by SuperM i fyou want to be up to date on Kpop Memes because this one never dies but I prefer theri song I can't Stand the Rain

Idea by Taemin (a member of both Shinee and SuperM) goes pretty hard

If you liked the Tiger Woods track I mentioned in the last ask before, also try Mean Girls by her

Naturally by Tinashe, her entire 333 album really

im just rly into no one does from love by tove lo rn, check it out

you'll run into a lot of twice songs if you get into kpop, get loud is one of my fave less common ones

Scentist by Vixx is better than most BTS songs. Error is great too.

Try the WOnder Girl's album "Reboot." I have a suspicion about this

and i went overboard but i think that's it. i got distracted a lot doing this sorry

4 notes · View notes

wooahaes · 2 years

Note

I just finish of reading the last two parts and omg, I'm in love with the way you write!! 😍😍😍

Wonwoo is falling HARD! Is so cute the way he always have to refrain himself and remind himself that they are only friends, and how his friends support him and want to see him happy, even Seungkwan with his extraness, kept it low so he wouldn't be uncomfy.

And the OC, NGL, as a chubby girl myself I know how it is to not expect to no one to look at us "thar way". But I'm glad that you don't portrait her as a overly insecure, introverted and kind of depressing as I see in A LOT of fics out there, because even when you aren't one hundred percent comfortable with your looks you can dress up in a cute way and have a bubbly and bright personality and be a amazing friends and being a happy person I general. This is what makes me enjoy this story so much, she is such a relatable character.

Kinda hoping to Junghoon see the way Wonwoo look at her and mostly important make her believe that she can be likable and loved just the way she deserves.

aaaAAAA THANK U???? brb gotta cry (my natural response to praise of any kind)

i got kinda rambley so i'll throw everything under a readmore sdkfhds

wonwoo down bad and it is my personal pleasure to write soft, falling-in-love wonwoo. him SOFT and i just like the idea that every single one of his friends would hardcore support him talking to his crush since they've been encouraging it vaguely for a while (even if not all of them know who it is!!). boys supportin boys thank u

yeyeye!!! i get that entirely!! i think its very important to me that mc isn't defined by being a chubby woman? shes insecure sometimes but not entirely because of her body, y'know? like deadass part of it is "i feel inferior bc of my body" but its also "jiyoung is rly smart and a lot more fun and lovely, who wouldn't be in love w her tbh?" since i think insecurity can really come from anywhere. for me it'll always have a little "no ones going to look at me bc of my body type" but i do get tired of reading insecure chubby readers who think no ones going to look twice at them. like, yes it does happen--but it doesnt help to keep reading it over and over, if that makes sense?

ultimately: im a chubby girl. i do not constantly think abt my weight like some fics seem to push, if that makes sense? it's important to me to not constantly harp on "your round stomach" and whatnot because that's not what defines me and it's not how i think about myself. its usually me going "i am squishy and soft hehe >:3" to my friends on my good days hehe so mc/the oc typically tends to not like... focus in on her own body like that.

but im glad sunny is relatable hehe shes honestly the person i wish i could be sometimes tbh! also i wanna dress like her SO bad in general. give ME the pretty dresses n cute clothes... and also the wonwoo but hes optional

without getting to into it, i sort of have plans for another fic where the chubby (fem) reader Does sorta get insecure n a little depressed buts like... directly due to the plot going on lol like i said!!! it happens but it gets kinda tiring to Only read that kind of chubby reader fic :(

without spoiling anything... i think it's important to know that even if junghoon sees it (which, after that study group scene, he definitely does), it's not going to make a difference for whether mc fully acknowledges it. she's got her heart set on setting wonwoo up with jiyoung sooner or later. it's def gonna have to be something she realizes on her own. hoony will be there for her, though. for better and for worse.

also take this line if u want it from the first part that'll get posted sunday:

fhksdjhf sorry i like to share things hehe

#wooahaes.ask #nothingbutadeadesceane #thank u for the long ask tho!!! i always love hearing feedback <3

6 notes · View notes

sanchoyo · 1 year

Text

i started watching arc v! finally. after years of saying Im Gonna. its Happening. (i've tried to twice and cant recall what eps i got to in those attempts, because I literally dont remember anything at ALL LMAO) I'm like, 15 eps in and may I just say some Things. ep 1-15 thoughts below the Cut

-yuzu best girl immediately my god shes already been done dirty tho. she shouldve gotten to fight shingo! fuck emo yuya for stopping it and stepping in! (altho yaaaay xyz :3 my beloved) and also she loses the first duel we see her get to do? when her dad is literally the owner of a duel school?? and his school was at stake?? bc she was distracted thinking of Not Yuya? no. fuck off with that lol I'm picking her up and mentally rewriting all that. the girl she dueled against was super fun tho, I ship them tbh.

-yuya is finally the canonical clown ygo protag I needed. he dresses as a clown in ep 1! he has! a circus deck! thats so fun! hes a LOT more melancholic/prone to moodiness than I expected...the goggles as a mood indicator is fun. also seems to care VERY much what ppl think/need lots of applause and praise or he gets upset quickly which. like, wanting to put smiles on ppls faces with dueling is a sweet goal, but a lot of it feels self-serving, too, which is Inchresting for a protag...I LIKE it and want to see where it goes

-and the whole 'laugh when you want to cry' is, ngl, very Bad and Unhealthy and I cant imagine we're going anywhere good with that. (seriously, dont recall what ep, maybe 4 or 5, when the kids and yuzu were in danger he started LAUGHING trying to imrpove his own mood and i was like DUDE. UNNERVING STOP THAT.) let him feel his feelings guys. or this is going to go severely Bad I Think

-dont trust sora but also no shit? his intro is him being sus, basically outright saying 'ya where I come from everyone does fusion, nbd' yeah hes some kind of spy or SOMETHING for that academia that emo yuya was taking abt. and his deck is very cute but also has a dark side/creepy cute thing going on and this is ygo where Decks Indicate Personality, so. just kinda Waiting for him to Stab Backs. hes already kind of a little shit

-he 100% shouldve been dueling that guy gongenzaka had to duel! gongenzaka doesnt even GO here and ms Chairman said someone from this school had to duel her school students! if you want to fake being friends with yuya! you need to fucking put in some EFFORT!!! and at least pretend to give a shit dude, this is the school the guy you supposedly admire attends!!! it comes off as u not giving a fuck abt anything besides pendulum/yuya-related stuff which is gonna make yuya less inclined to wanna be ur friend bc u look like a brat! (I know the meta answer is that they wanted to give gongenzaka some screentime to convince me hes yuyas bff or w/e but. in my mind its been 10 or so eps by this point, yuzu is yuyas bff in my mind lol. )

-anyway that aside soras deck is SO cute. the BEARS!! ARE IN!!!! the 'acting younger/cuter than u are' shtick is already kind of annoying tho. I do like his chara design tho (at least his hair/face? Id redesign his outfit ngl if hes going for a cutecore/sweets theme why not go ALL in yk)

-gongenzaka's whole 'no spells/traps' and standing in one spot during an action duel is objectively really funny

-action duels in general are SO FUN!!! i want to ride my monsters too..i kno theyd be soft. pls.

-really wanted to see more masumi or her vs yuya!!! so sad reiji stepped in. pls let the girls DO MORE!!! i love that she used gem knights!! I love gem knights!!!

-didnt know reiji used d/d/d cards, immediately broke out into a cold sweat upon seeing them. those decks always destroy me in duel links in like 2 turns jkasfkjjn.

-its so funny theres entire classes just for synchro and xyz and most ppl in this world can just Do One of them Only. like everyone being SHOCKED reiji can do All of them LMAO.

-surprised at how much I like reiji actually from just what ive seen up to this point, I mean I Like the other ygo rivals and all but usually they have an Attitude...but hes very polite to yuya and him saying he respects yuya's dad is REFRESHING compared to everyone else calling his dad a coward (for?? seemingly going MISSING??) his fashion choices leave a lot to be desired tho. but otherwise him and yuzu are my favs so far I think...we'll see if this changes!

-I KNOW charas from other series get involved, dont know WHEN thatll be, but I am Excitedly Waiting. give me The King Jack. Give me Kaito. I dont know who all besides those two shows up Actually But Im WAITING AAAA.

#btw if the answers to any of these qs are spoilers i dont wanna hear them!#i know SOME thngs but not too much to not enjoy it yk #arc v #ygo #sanchoyorambles #not exactly a liveblog just my Thoughts A Little Bit #sanchoyo liveblogs arc v

1 note · View note

coco-goat-milk · 3 years

Note

That was amazing :0 I'm requesting out of curiosity? Perhaps, Scaramouche, Xiao And Diluc with a Nezuko kamado!S/o?

Nezuko! reader x Scaramouche, Xiao and Diluc

Pronounce: She/him/they, no pronounce mentioned so i won't either!

Warning: Slight spoilers for Nezuko, Xiao and Diluc, violence (a little bit noting concerning)

A/n: Moshi moshi~ sweetie, thank you so much for the compliment! it means a lot to me <3 And yes a very interesting request, the touch-starved tsunderes. Kinda sad not many people ask for the genshin females >:(

Please check my rules!! You can find the rules/request page in my masterlist that is pinned on my blog >:)

Scaramouche

First time meeting:

Meeting him well was quite..eventful...the fandango man isn't very nice as we all know but what made him not yell at you? Maybe your calming presence? We don't know.

As you were just calmly sleeping near the training area for the harbingers, he stomped over to you.

He woke you up and got ready to yell at you, but you just calmly patted his head with a smile.

Scaramouche.exe. has stopped working

He exploded in red and then yelled at you to stop doing that, but you just kept coming back to him to do that.

He liked it.

When you two get together:

Ah yes, our aggressive fandango man has acquired an s/o.

Everyone questioned why such a sweet and cute person like you got together with you. Because he is hot asf.

You usually initiate affection, and he aggressively accepts it with a red face.

Since he has a busy job he doesn't really have time to go on dates but when he has breaks or time to spend with you he brings little gifts.

He does think you are lazy and usually reprimands you for that, you just growl at him and go back to sleep.

He is very bad at comforting you when you tell him about the people you lost, but at least he will try and be more gentle with you.

His anger slightly dims when you enter the room;

Scaramouche glared at the fatui agent in front of him, anger swirling in his eyes, the fatui agent trembled under the small man's gaze. Opening his mouth to yell at the poor guy, the door to the room opened and a person entered. The anger in Scaramouche’s eyes decreased and a smile appeared, the fatui agent fainted on the spot out of fear.

When he finds out that you are protective over him he will be very smug about it.

The little brat will tease you about it.

But he will be even more smug (and a little scared) when he sees you fighting someone for him.

will boast about you and how you are defending him.

Will bark at people who even look at you wrong /srs

He does have a soft spot for you, but he acts all tsundere.

A cute relationship and he secretly is a big simp for you (but don't tell him I said that) and he tries his best to be less aggressive to you, you don't mind though you give him affection and then go to sleep lmao.

Xiao

First time meeting:

He was sitting on top of Wangshu inn when he heard someone approaching him. He wanted to teleport away but the person's scent was what he found quite different from other Mortals.

When you came into view he was kind of shook like who are you, and what are you doing here??

You just calmly walked towards him, and he really just tensed up like a cat.

When you were in front of him, he knew you were very cute but ma’am, sir, person what are you doing?

He was even more surprised when you cupped his cheeks (the ones on ur face perv!) and just gently smiled at him.

That moment he felt as if all the voices were just in the back of his mind and the pain in his body subdued, he declared you an angel on the spot.

Ngl he was about to cry on the spot

You often came back and he just basked in your comfort each time.

When you two get together:

It would be quite difficult since he is after all the conquer of demons.

Yes he has conquered your demon heart...okay i'll stop

He is quite surprised when he finds out about what you are, but..you seem quite laid back so he lets it be.

You both have lost many things and loved ones, although you take more care of him, comforting when needed and such.

He feels angry that you put him above you, like stop what are you doing?? He doesn't want you to see him as weak and wants you to take care of him.

But it doesn't matter because you want him to be happy and feel good.

PDA isn't something Xiao is very fond of but he does like it when you two are alone and you just hold his hand with the sweetest smile, he is stunned each time with your kindness.

You two don't go on dates often but you two just sit together or hug, you also love to make flower crowns and give them to him.

He doesn't like it but for you..yes only for you he will put it on.

You also like to take naps next with him, he doesn't actually sleep he just watches you with the fondest look in his eyes.

He also gives you adepti amulets.

You are very protective over him, when in battle you will protect him, (even though he doesn't need it)

Like he will be shocked, his heart just stopped, his organs failed him, his eyes popped out of his socket, jaw flew to the floor, brain dead on the spot, bones turned to mush-. All in all he is shocked when you basically socked the demon out of existence, and you looked very...um...scary.

You growled and when you turn to him, he thinks for a hot second if you are going to obliterate him from existence as well, but then your eyes meet and he can see how your whole expression changed from an angry one into a happy one.

Y/n: 😡 👹 🤼‍♂️ 🔪 --sees Xiao---> 🤗 🥺 🧎‍♂️ 💍 💓

Xiao: 🧍 The demon: 💀

He is very shocked at your display of strength, but nevertheless pleased that you know how to protect yourself.

The relationship is quite cute and heartwarming since our poor touch-starved bby Xiao needs love and affection<3

Diluc

First time meeting:

It was at night when he was doing his Batman dark knight hero business when he saw a person being ambushed by some hillichurls.

Heading over there to vanquish the hillichurls, the person turned around angrily and with brute strength alone slayed the hillichurl.

To say he was shocked was an understatement, he stands there looking at them shocked when they turn to him.

He cocks his head to the side with the person mimicking him, asking if they were alright.

The person walked towards them and he noticeably tensed up, you however walked towards him and when you stopped in front of him he looked at you in confusion and suspicion.

Taking his hand in yours you gently caressed it, he found this weird comfort in you while you were a complete stranger.

When you two get together:

A lot of heartwarming and comforting moments.

You both have lost a lot of people you loved. While he isn't the best at comforting but his presence is very comforting to you.

While you give him a lot of comfort with your affection, he is a touch starved individual so be careful with him.

He is quite an uptight person while you are the opposite, sometimes it irritates him that you are so lazy/laid back but it also gives him some sort of relaxation.

When he goes to work at the winery you usually take a nap at one of the tables in the back or you just wander over towards the bar and lay there underneath.

He once almost accidentally stepped on you.

He loves it when he comes home and can cuddle up with you and just relax.

Loves taking you on walks when he is free.

You will growl at Kaeya each time he teases Diluc, Diluc has a very smug smirk plastered on his face.

He likes to bring little gifts from time to time.

One time he brought you a bouquet of flowers and you didn't know what to do so just ate them.

He really went 😀

He doesn't really like PDA but does like it behind closed doors.

He already knows of your strength but it still impresses him each time.

You let him rant to you about the knights.

You growl at Donna each time she ‘moans’ about Master Diluc.

He doesn't like it when you dont take care of yourself, he will take care of you <3

Overall a cute and heartwarming relationship with lots of cute moments.

962 notes · View notes

imaslutforremusandsirius · 3 years

Note

GeOrGeWeAsLeYpUnIsHmEnT. Don't ask, I'm going through a phase lmao-

Punishment

Forgive me if his personality isn’t portrayed correctly, I shamefully admit that I don’t know a lot about our tall ginger

Ngl I really love this one it just hits different

Enjoy :) <3

Warning: 18+, SMUTTY GIF BE CAREFUL!!!!

---

George has always been proud of the fact that he can make you laugh so hard your stomach hurts and you plead him to shut up. It was just something about the way your eyes lit up and you’d flush an adorable shade of red and god you just look so giggly and fuckable. You don’t even notice how everyone swoons and puts even more effort in making you laugh. It was so intimate to him, that whenever someone else besides his brothers made you laugh, he would sulk.

“The joke wasn’t even funny, she probably laughed because she didn’t want to be rude!”, he’d complain to Fred. His brother would just clap him on the back sympathetically and tell him that the joke had been pretty decent. And George would slap him. And Fred’s middle name is petty, so he told you about it.

“He said what?”

Fred nodded, a smirk on his face. “He gets so bloody jealous, it’s kinda sweet.”

You blinked, still surprised. “I never noticed. Is that why he always gets so silent? Because he’s jealous that I laughed?”

“No, not because you laughed. It’s the way everyone stares at you, like they want a piece of your a-”

“Enough”, you laughed, “I get it. And why are you telling me this now?”

Fred wiggled his brows suggestively. “I want to prank him. Please just laugh really loud when someone makes a joke. Exaggerate, put your hand on their arm, whatever. Just make him jealous, please?” Fred pleaded.

You bit your lip, mulling it over. George is pretty hot when he’s angry.

“Fine, I’ll do it. But if he breaks up with me, I’ll expose you!”, you warned.

Fred grinned “Deal.”

---

George was fuming as he watched you tutor the boys from your class. You were letting out adorable squeaking noises everytime they made a joke and shyly play with your necklace, drawing the attention to your chest. Glancing over your shoulder you saw him, his jaw clenched as he stared at the boys. Fred was next to him, giving you a thumbs up. You winked, turning back around and resumed your lesson.

George tried to concentrate on his book, but a partucularly loud giggle from your side brought his attention on you. Your boyfriend lost his cool the moment he saw you put your hand on one of the boys’ biceps. George slammed his book shut and sprang up from his seat, marching over. You weren’t quick enough to turn around and he splayed his huge palm across the front of your throat, slamming your head against his stomach. He smashed your lips together in a hard kiss.

“Get your shit and go to my room.” He growled out, not caring about the audience. He likes showing you off.

“But-” You tried to reason, gesturing to the boys.

“Now.” His tone was final and you nodded, excusing yourself from the lesson to grab your bag. You’ll just have to stay longer tomorrow.

He was already walking away with big strides, knowing you’d be a good girl and follow him.

---

“Move it” he said gruffly. You quickly went inside his dorm and he shut the door, turning around to give you an irritated look.

“What’s wrong Georgie?” Your kept your voice soft, feigning innocence.

He let out an angry huff. “Oh, nothing, besides having to witness you flirting with a group of boys-”, he spit out the word boys like an insult, “-right infront of my nose. Oh no everything is fucking fine, why don’t you go touch their arms again? Bet they‘re really fit!”

“I wasn’t flirting with anyone!” You argued, loving where this is going.

“Now you’re lying as well? Fine.”

He grabbed your arm with one hand, the other pushing down your skirt and panties. Tugging you over his lap he put one of his legs over yours to keep you steady.

“Guess I have to remind you who is in control here.”

With that he started to spank you, hitting each cheek with practiced smacks.

„Wait-“

He cut you off with a harsh slap on the bottom part of your ass, making you hiss in pain.

„Quiet.“

You shut your mouth, but couldn‘t hold in the little whimpers of pain. You felt yourself getting wet, the way he was holding you down and doing whatever he wanted made you crave his touch on your cunt.

„Look at you“, he cooed „getting wet from your punishment.“

Still holding you down tightly, he spread your pussy, his middle finger tracing your slit, before pushing in slightly.

„What a pretty cunt, opening right up to me. So you do know who you belong to“, he mused.

Letting you go he made you sit up on his lap, face level with his and slipped two fingers in, his thumb on your clit. You jumped from the sudden pleasure, hands squeezing his shoulders and rocked your hips to meet his fingers.

„Ah George, please..“ you breathed, kissing him and pleaded some more.

„Please what? Wanna cum?“, he mocked you.

„Yes“, you whined with a high pitched voice, „Yes, please!“

He started to go faster, bringing you to the brink, only to pull out over and over again. His fingers curled and fucked you with ease, knowing exactly what got you off.

Yes were begging him, trying to find a way to appease his rage.

„Please“, you cried out, „Please, make me cum! I swear I didn‘t mean to! Ah it was supposed to be a prank. Fuck, George!“

His eyes widened in surprise and he immediately took his fingers out before you came and you sobbed, wanting his fingers back. You had been so close.

His hand came up to squeeze your jaw and you felt your own slick wetting your face.

„What the fuck did you just say?“ His jaw was set, eyes darkening with fury. His fingers squeezed harder and you winced.

„It was supposed to be a joke. You were so cute when you were jealous and I-“

Slap.

Your face turned to your right and your cheek stung from the force behind his hand. He grabbed your hair, pulling your head back until you had to look down to be able to see his face.

„Cute huh? Lets see how cute I am when I fuck your face..“

Still holding your hair in his fist he pushed you on your knees, taking his hard cock out of his pants.

„Open your mouth, bitch.“

You open, sticking your tongue out as he leans over you, spitting on it.

„Keep your mouth open.“

You obey, hands behind your back.

George takes his cock, bringing it to your tongue and slowly rubs the head of his cock against it. He holds it there for a few seconds, pumping leisurely and the precum slowly slides down your tongue. You moan, wanting to taste him and he smirks menacingly. Letting go he takes your head in both hands, pulling you back and forth and you move your tonge along the underside.

„Suck.“

Pulling your lips around him you suck gently, tongue playing with his tip. You moan when you taste him, taking him out to suckle on the tip. Slapping him on your tongue, your hands move down to touch his balls.

He forces your head down, making you gag as you try to take all of him. George clearly doesn‘t care and grunts, moving your head like you‘re his toy.

„Mmm fuck just like that. You know what‘s cute? Me deciding when you get to breathe.“ He moans out, hips bucking when your throat constricts around him. Your nails dig into his thighs, but George keeps fucking your face without a care in the world.

„Fuck yes“, he groans, „look at your pretty mouth stuffed full of cock.“

You gasp when he lets you breathe again. George takes his cock and rubs it along your lips and cheeks.

He gives you a pout, smiling. „Why are you crying baby, was it hard to breathe?“

„Please George“, you plead, voice meek, „Please fuck me, please please!“

He gives you a smirk, bending down to pick you up. You wrap yourself around his tall frame, ankles locking behind his back. He presses you against the door, kissing you harshly and slips inside with a hard thrust.

You cry out, holding on as he fucks you in a merciless pace, his kiss painful. His right forearm presses your head back against the door and your hands fly up to anchor yourself. The lack of oxygen makes you dizzy and you choke as you mewl.

„Gonna cum please!“

He pulls out with a growl, putting you down to turn your back to him. He fucks back inside, the side of your face pressed against the wood.

„You better keep your mouth shut if you don‘t want the whole tower to hear.“

You bite his palm to keep yourself from screaming when his cock hits that spongey spot inside of your cunt, making you see stars. George twitches inside of you, his own moans loud against the door.

„Want everyone to know how good you make me feel“, he moans into your ear, hissing when your teeth sink into his palm. He takes that as a warning that you‘re about to cum and pulls out, throwing you on the floor. Not giving you time to adjust he fucks your face again.

You gag around him and he leans he head against the door, groans turning into whimpers. Your nose is smushed against his pubic hair, drool leaking from your mouth.

„Fuck gonna cum ah-“

He cums in hot spurts down your throat, voice breaking when he calls out your name. He keeps fucking your face, slowly now and pulls out, crouching down infront of you.

„Please George“, you blabber, so fucking needy. You were delirious with want, just wanting to cum.

„This is your punishment“, he sneers against your parted lips. „You don‘t get to cum today.“

---

You‘re in the library again, sitting on George‘s lap when you tutor the boys. They don‘t dare to make a single comment, diligently taking notes and not once looking behind you. Your were leaning forward on your elbows, your face resting in your hands, when you felt George‘s hands glide up your legs. You ignored him and continued to teach, balling your fists when he slipped your skirt up. You felt him harden underneath you when he saw the bruises on your ass from yesterday.

You told the boys to mull over a question you asked them and leaned back.

„What are you-“

You didn‘t get far with your question when you felt his cock against your pussy. He slipped in slowly and you felt him stretch you, his hands holding you still.

You gasped in surprise, shading your face with your hand and bit your lip from making any noise.

George just sat there, hands rubbing your thighs and let you teach. You tried to hurry up, your cunt squeezing him accidentally when his fingers would graze your swollen clit. He fucked up into you whenever that happend, clearly not afraid to make you cum in front of everyone.

He gripped your waist pulling you back and his cock grazed your sweet spot, making you whine softly and press back. You were still frustrated from the day before, he hadn‘t let you cum at all.

„Be quiet or I‘ll stop“, he said, biting your earlobe.

„Yes, George.“

„There‘s my good girl.“ He kissed behind your ear and you made sure that the boys were busy with the essay, before you parted your legs to let your boyfriend play with your clit.

His fingers rubbed your clit slowly, before he gradually went faster, circling his hips so his cock would fuck your sweet spot.

„Um, whats the answer to question four?“

Fuck.

Your felt George go faster when he realized that it was ghe boy you touched and tried to answer.

„Um it‘s“, you choked on your words, hand gripping George’s wrist under the table, but he shook it off.

„Goblin revolution“, George responded, voice hard. „Now concentrate.“

The boy immediately looked down, not daring to ask another question. You had your face burried in your hands, tembling slightly.

George thrust up hard, acting like he was adjusting in his seat and you came on his fingers, biting your thumb to keep any noise in. You felt him cum inside of you, a warm feeling spreading in your cunt.

He went back to kissing your neck in attempt to cover his own moans, biting hard when he felt you squeeze him tight.

Slowly he pulled his hand away to bring it up to his lips and you heard him hum around the wet fingers.

Blushing you crossed your legs with him still inside of you and continued the lesson.

„I have my good girl back, yes?“

You flushed at the question, his voice a little too loud. George didn‘t care, he wanted them to hear.

„Yes George.“

And Fred was laughing his ass off behind you. Now everyone would know what a kinky fucking couple you are.

#george weasley #george weasley smut #hp smut #harry potter smut

580 notes · View notes

kybervisions · 3 years

Text

midnight at wayne manor [clark]

summary: during a new years party at wayne manor, a drunk reader makes a move on clark. feelings long buried resurface, which leads to a clark breaking up with lois.

author’s note: i love chaos,, this was just a small and quick idea that popped into my head while working on another clark one-shot,,feel free to send requests!! clark does try to be a good boyfriend to lois buuut......still a soft!clark fic bc im pretty sure he gets manhandled in this???

tags: cheating, dry humping, intoxicated!reader, reader is kind of a maneater in this ngl, kinda angsty

They should have stayed home, that was Clark’s immediate thought upon laying eyes on you. The wind had been knocked out of him and he felt frozen in time as you approached them with a bright smile. Your dress fit your body perfectly, complimenting your shape in a sexy red faux leather mini dress, and then your eyes met. Dazzling and alluring. Clark almost forgot about Lois standing beside him, but she grabbed his arm and dragged him to greet you.

“Happy New Year!” Lois exclaimed as she went in for a hug. “Your house looks amazing by the way,”

“Thank you,” You chuckled and hugged Lois. “I didn’t think you’d be coming,” You kissed Lois’s cheek and withdrew from the hug. Clark knew you would go to him next. He knew it was just a friendly greeting, but he couldn’t keep himself composed if your body was wrapped tightly around his.

So, he extended his arm and went for a handshake.

Clark saw a flash of hurt in your eyes, which you quickly covered with a happy face, and he felt like he had been punched in the gut.

“Almost didn’t,” Lois laughed. “But our schedule cleared up,”

“Good,” You smiled. “Alfred and I spent too much time planning this for people not to enjoy it,”

“Where’s Bruce?” Clark looked around the room.

“My dear brother has locked himself in his room,” You said rather somberly. Again, the sadness in your eyes impacted him. Clark wanted you to be happy, and he needed to be the reason for putting a smile on your face. “Like a fucking child,”

Lois chuckled nervously, uncomfortable with the turn in the conversation. Clark takes a step closer to you, “Do you want me to talk to him? Try and convince him to come up?” He asked.

“No...I kinda want you to beat his ass,” You said, and you shared a small smile. “He knows how much this party means to me and doesn’t care enough to show up,”

“I’m going to get some drinks,” Lois said, wanting to leave such a personal conversation. After all, she and you had never been close. You met Lois through Clark, but Lois had written about you long before Clark became Superman. You’ve kept a cordial relationship with her, in the name of team bonding.

So, Lois quickly exited the scene.

“I’ll rough him up for you,” Clark chuckled and pushed his glasses up with his index finger.

The sudden alertness in your eyes should have told him not to follow you to the Batcave. When you grabbed his arm and interlocked your fingers with his, he should have pulled away, but he let you lead him deeper into the manor, away from the party.

Clark turned a corner, and you pushed him against a wall. The attack took him by surprise, but he didn’t fight you off. He felt your lips on his and melted. His mind went fuzzy. All he could focus on was you and the feeling of you against him.

He kissed you back. Desperately. Like you’d disappear and he’d never be able to kiss you again. Clark grabbed your hips and switched your positions — having your back against the wall as he thrust his crotch against your wet core.

Being so close to you made Clark delirious. He should have stopped it, but instead, he deepened your kiss. He tasted the tequila and weed on your tongue, which reminded him you weren’t in the right state of mind, and that completely shattered this little paradise.

“You’re so warm,” You slurred in a whisper.

“Y/N, you’re drunk,” He tried to hide his hurt. It wasn’t some confession of love from you. It was something fun for you to do while drunk, which broke his heart.

“Hmhmm,” You nodded. “And high,” You smiled. “Want some?” You tried to kiss him again. He turned his head to avoid your lips touching.

“We can’t,” Clark struggled to pull himself away from you.

“Because of Lois?” You asked.

“Oh, god, Lois,” Clark ran his fingers through his hair, panicking at the mention of his girlfriend. “I’m sorry,” He apologized. “I shouldn’t have let you do this,” He looked deeply into your confused eye.

“You don’t have to apologize, Clark,” You smiled. “I wanted to kiss you,” You took a step toward Clark, closing the space between you. “I want to do a lot more than that,” You added, reaching for his crotch.

“O-oh,” Clark whispered as your hands teased his hardened cock through the dress pants. You kissed his neck, and Clark shut his eyes. “Please, don’t,”

You immediately pulled away.

Clark opened his eyes but didn’t see you standing in front of him. He turned around, looked down the hallway, but saw nothing. Only when he used his enhanced vision did he see you had made it to the Batcave. He looked at his watch, which read 11:38pm and sped down to the cave.

When he reached the control computer, he could hear you crying. Bruce was holding you and looked at Clark with an angry expression. Your tears were his fault, somehow. Confused, but desperate to make you feel better, Clark approaches you.

“Lotta nerve making a girl cry on her birthday,” Bruce said callously.

It stung.

“You’re not not guilty either, asshole,” You punched Bruce’s shoulder.

“Ow, fine, I’ll leave,” He kissed your temple, “Love you, spider-monkey,” You rolled your eyes at the nickname. Bruce shot a death glare at Clark before exiting the Batcave to join the festivities.

Your eye makeup had smeared, with black tears running down your cheeks. You looked a mess, which Clark still found endearing.

“What’s wrong?” He asked in a soft tone.

“I didn’t think you were coming,” You hiccupped. “Soo I drank a lot really fast,” You continued, almost embarrassed to explain your emotions. “Because I really wanted you here and I felt sad but then you showed up and I got really happy and you look so good right now and I’m really drunk and—” To save you your breath, Clark kissed you.

He moved your hair, cupped your face, and passionately kissed you. He wanted this, you, for so long, Clark didn’t care it would inevitably hurt Lois.

You shoved him away and tears filled your eyes, “We can’t, remember?” Lois. “I’m such a horrible person,” You began to cry. “I shouldn’t have kissed you, I shouldn’t have done that to Lois,” Your eyes were red and puffy from crying.

Clark hugged you. He wrapped his arms around your body, tiny in comparison to his stature, and he just held you.

“I look good tonight?” Clark asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

You burst into laughter, and Clark was happy to see you smile again. “Yeah, like a sexy librarian,” Your eyes met.

“How long have —

“I don’t even know when it started,” You answered his unfinished question. “All I know is that I looked at you one day and I wasn’t afraid of it anymore,”

Right. The unspeakable ‘it’. You’d been so scared of falling in love with your best friend that you patiently watched him date another woman for nearly a year.

“But by then, it was too late,”

“It’s never too late,” Clark asserted. Despite his relationship with Lois, he didn’t feel at home. He’d never experienced a passion like you. Lois tried her best to keep him happy, but her efforts were pointless. “I love you, Y/N,” He confessed.

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” You blurted out.

“Dear God, woman,” Clark laughed at your explicit commentary. “I’ll break things off with Lois first, alright? So we can both try and keep some semblance of a conscience,”

“...tonight?”

#clark kent x reader #clark kent one shot #clark kent imagine #henry cavill x reader #superman x you #dceu fanfiction

256 notes · View notes

cherriesfineline · 3 years

Text

Au Pair – Chapter I

It's finally here – I'm sorry this took so long, this past few weeks have been a mess but here it is, our first chapter for the Au Pair series; I kinda hate this, ngl- I always hate first chapters, a lot of introductory info and bla bla but yeah.

In the weird case you happen to enjoy this and want to be added into the taglist (starting next chapter) you can request it here.

Feedback, likes or reblogs are so, so appreciated! I'm very much new to the whole writing world so yeah it'd be really helpful to hear your thoughts about this <3

Love you all, have a wonderful week beauties!

Warnings: none specifically for this chapter – age gap.

WC: 6.6k

Masterlist

Y/N was tired, to say the least.

And it wasn’t the tiredness she used to feel after a long work shift at her previous job -where her boss was an old, grumpy lady with horrible manners- or the exhaustion felt after spending hours crying due to a fight with her mother. No, this was different. It was a tiredness she couldn’t get rid of; a tiredness no lavender smelling bath or hours upon hours of sleep could amend.

She couldn't pinpoint the exact moment her brain shifted in such a drastic way. Y/N could easily recognize and admit her life had never been an exciting one; a memorable one. Ever since she was a little girl it all seemed to fly by; graduations, birthdays, friendships – nothing ever seemed to leave an impact and nothing ever seemed as exciting as everyone else put it to be. She knew she struggled with allowing herself to enjoy things, but this far her life had been pretty average.

Maybe it was the fact that she was 22 years old and never been in a real relationship what skyrocketed her fear of dying alone. Now, she knew it might seem exaggerated – 22 years wasn’t a long life at all, but the pungent emptiness she’d been feeling felt like her inevitable destiny – like that’s how life was supposed to be for her.

England felt different, though. But in all honesty, her emotions hadn’t had switched into completely different ones like she’d expected to happen when she applied for this job as an Au Pair all the way back in February.

With a steaming hot cup of coffee between her cold hands, she sat down next to Coco (a very soft grey Scottish Fold) on the giant couch of her new home, scratching in between his tiny ears earning a low purr in response. Coco had become one of her closest friends so far, along with Anya, a three year old girl with cute blonde locks and a laugh so contagious it made the muscles on your cheeks ache after a long playdate.

Maybe moving away wasn’t the smartest choice. It actually might be one of the stupidest choices she had ever made, actually – moving all the way across the globe when she cried herself to sleep most nights due to her loneliness overcoming her (almost inexistent) self-awareness. Y/N liked to believe she had a wide understanding of her emotions, but it was a blatant lie.

At least she was distracted for most of the day – taking care of two kids and looking after a teenager wasn’t an easy task. It required a lot of mental presence; but by the time she was in bed at night, it all hit back again. She thought maybe this is how life is supposed to be for her, lonely – maybe it was not her brain playing her tricks but her brain making her see how her life truly was.

It’d been two weeks since the Lockehold family picked Y/N up from the airport, and on one side getting physically adjusted to this new life hadn't been as rough as she thought it’d be. She did have it easy, if she had to admit – a big room in a giant, beautiful home and a car to her disposal. Emotionally, on the other side, life was still the same.

She knew the moment she heard heels hitting the cold marble staircase Bella was on her way down with Ivy, the eldest of the three sisters, following close behind, complaining about a hangout she was apparently going to miss because they “are expecting a guest” as Bella announced, meaning neither of her parents could drive her. That’s how Y/N found herself sitting in her (borrowed) blue Jeep Renegade driving Ivy to her friend Lily’s house – who lived in the same rich, over-the-top neighborhood as her guest family, which meant the ride to and back was no longer than twenty minutes. During those minutes together, though, Y/N could physically feel the irritation running through Ivy’s blood because first, she still wasn’t too fond of Y/N because she is 16 and doesn’t need a babysitter -her words, not Y/N’s- and second, Y/N is still not accustomed to driving on the other side of the road.

Technically, Y/N had the weekends off. Living with the same people who employed her gladly didn’t mean working 24/7, but she hoped she could earn a couple of points in her favor if she took her free time to drive her around.

After a short conversation between the two (where Ivy refused to save Y/N’s number in case an emergency came up because she could always call her dad), Y/N dropped her off and drove back to the Lockehold’s. What caught her off guard, was the sight of someone in the driveway at the house next door getting suitcases out of the trunk of a black cab – there hadn’t been any movement in the old Victorian mansion since she’d moved in next door. A man, definitely very tall, dressed in a dark suit is all Y/N could decipher since it was already dark outside and she had to strictly concentrate on not switching to the opposite side of the road out of habit.

Alex was coming down the stairs when Y/N locked the front door – Bella’s husband was a very handsome man for his age, probably anyone could admit it. He was kind of scary sometimes, but was a true sweetheart on the inside; he’s in his mid-40’s and it was clear as day his family meant everything to him, he even treated Y/N like his own daughter, always making sure she’s comfortable and inviting her to most family hangouts – even though Y/N declined pretty often to allow them to have quality time as a family (and because being too socially involved drained her, but they needn’t have to know that)

“You wanna join us for dinner? We have a guest tonight. A family friend.”

“Oh, no, I'm good, you guys enjoy yourselves. I’ll say hello, though.” Y/N replied with a smile; and as before mentioned, even though she had the weekends to herself, they still loved to insist on her joining them for fancy dinners and whatnot. The Lockehold’s loved being hostesses, loved having people around (from what Y/N learned this past two weeks) but she really wanted -and needed- some time for herself after being with them the entire week, and even though she loved hanging out with them, she just wasn’t in the mood tonight.

“You sure? Bella made homemade pasta, from scratch. Her specialty.” Mouthwatering, Y/N thought. Bella was such an amazing cook, and even though she worked hours upon hours every day, she still came to her husband and kids in time to make dinner every night, not missing a single day.

“Sounds delicious, but I think I’ll pass, I’m just really tired.” And before anyone could make another comment, the loud bell ringing through the main floor of the house startled Y/N as it’s louder than ordinary – and sounded kind of old and creepy, in her opinion. By the time the constant thud in her chest lowered to a normal speed, she could recognize Bella’s voice in the foyer, meaning she was the one who received their guest, with a deep voice following after saying 'thank you for having me'.

"He's here!" Alex clasped his hands together, a wide smile appearing in his face. Y/N followed him into the living room where Bella was already chatting animatedly with a man; tall and with broad shoulders (but not excessively; just the right amount) his figure was leaning slightly forward as he listened to Bella rambling about all the 'good things he had missed while he was away'. His hands were clasped on his back and when he lifted his head, he made direct eye contact with Y/N without even having to search for her eyes. His brown curls were perfectly placed on top of his head looking extremely soft, and when he ran his hand through it Y/N couldn’t help but swallow harshly. He undoubtedly looked like someone who belonged in Hollywood next to a young Leo DiCaprio and he was definitely older than Y/N – probably already in his 30's, she guessed, but ageing like the finest wine. He had the softest looking wrinkles in the corners of his eyes – those eyes, forest green; reminded Y/N of what used to be home for her. His intense gaze held a lot of emotion, a lot of thought, unlike his face, that appeared stiff and cold, with a slight crease between his brows. His pink, heart-shaped lips were pressed in a line, a cute mole adorning one side of his chin.

"Harry! It's so good to see you, we've missed you." Alex's excitement forced him to drift his gaze away from Y/N, leaving her like a heated teenager salivating for him. Y/N honestly thought he might had left her speechless and most likely with increasing probabilities to make a fool out of herself if someone needed her to talk, as she was certain she wouldn't be able to formulate any coherent sentences.

Harry. It totally suited him, Y/N repeated his name a couple of times inside her head to check on its pronunciation. Alex reached him and pulled him in a big hug, patting each other's back, and Harry's lips broke into a huge smile making a line of pearly white teeth appear. And dimples. God, he had dimples.

This is how I die, Y/N thought.

"So good to see you, Alex." If sex was a sound, his voice would definitely be it.

"Your skin is glowing, Harry. Italy always does you wonders." Bella gushed. And she was right – his skin had this beautiful golden undertone, but it looked natural and radiant, almost like the sun itself kissed and caressed his skin with the softest touches. Alex snapped Y/N into reality when he turned to face her and grabbed her hand to pull her closer to them, starting a long introduction no one was paying much attention to, explaining how he’d missed her arrival, like he even cared, and how she was the Au Pair they’d all been talking about ever since February. It wasn’t until Alex mentioned something about Y/N and Harry probably seeing each other a lot she was suddenly interested in what was actually going on.

“He owns the school the girl’s attend.” Alex directed towards her. Now, Y/N assumed the moment she laid eyes on him he was probably rich – who wears a suit to a Sunday dinner with friends? Rich people are weird, that’s something we can all agree on; but owning a school which’s monthly fees per kid were worth three of her salaries? That was quite unexpected.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry." Y/N offered him her hand, trying to sound as casual as possible, even if her skin felt like it was burning under his intense gaze and her eyes were definitely betraying her.

"The pleasure’s all mine, Y/N." He shook her hand. His strong hold sent shivers down her spine; the cold rings making a big contrast against the heat his hand radiated and she couldn't help but fantasize about how his touch would feel in some other places.

The sudden embarrassment feeling hot against her cheeks made her turn around impossibly faster, feeling guilty at the dirty thoughts consuming her brain while around her bosses – and in front of him. Making a beeline straight to her room, announcing she was calling it a night, she sent Harry a quick -but quite charming- smile, and couldn’t help but soften at the sound of Anya running down the stairs yelling an excited ‘Harryyyy’ once she was past the kitchen.

She knew she got lucky with her commodities – an entire studio-like apartment past the main kitchen of the house, where the servant’s area used to be located a handful of decades ago; but she cussed in a whisper when she remembered half way through her making of a sandwich (four hours after she’d retreated to her bedroom and because she decided on skipping dinner that night, not having enough energy to cook) that her lazy ass still hadn’t bought mayonnaise. Her small kitchen had enough space to hold her snacks, along with some ingredients to make a few meals, since she only had to worry about food on the weekends. Reluctantly, she took the small plate holding her sandwich and made her way towards the main kitchen. There was no way in hell she’d eat a sandwich with no mayo – never in a million years, too dry to go down her throat.

I guess they won't mind if I grab just enough to put on my sandwich, she thought. The house was quiet, everyone probably already in bed, therefore she almost pissed herself when she found Harry sitting in one of the kitchen stools, looking down at his phone with an annoyed expression adorning his face. Almost as if he could sense someone was in the same room, he looked up to find Y/N standing at the kitchen threshold, his face abandoning any sort of emotion.

"Hey."

"Hi." Y/N walked towards the fridge on the far right of the kitchen, opposite from where she came in. "Sorry, I thought no one was here."

"Don't worry, just waiting for Bella and Alex to come back down to have some tea, they're putting the girls to sleep. Would you like to join us?" He offered. And honestly, she'd love to say yes and just listen to him talk with that deep, melodic voice, but her stomach was really hating her right now.

"I'm good, just grabbing some mayo. Thank you, though." She declined with a small smile.

"Next time." He sounded more demanding than suggesting, which slightly baffled Y/N. "Can I ask where you are from?" He asked respectfully.

"A small town in the Argentine Patagonia." Y/N replied with her back facing him as she busied herself with the mayonnaise container.

"Never been to Argentina. Or anywhere in South America, actually." And when Y/N turned around, sandwich in hand ready to go back to her room, their eyes met across the kitchen and she felt the heat creeping up her neck for the second time that night. Y/N wondered how his gaze was always this intense – she wasn’t a fan of how they’d barely exchanged a few words and somehow she felt so exposed.

"You should. It's beautiful." She almost, almost, choked on her own words and when she looked down at her fuzzy pink socks and back to him to try and calm her growing nerves down, he surprised her when she caught him looking up and down her body – in any other case she definitely would’ve felt creeped out, but there was something about him, the fact that he definitely didn’t do it with the intention of her catching him (she noticed how he shifted uncomfortably on his seat after the exchange) and how he simply added a “I’m sure it is," afterwards, she knew she was fucked right then and there – she wanted him looking at her. Was that something bad?

But then – then she remembered how she was wearing her soft cotton pajamas, and she began wondering if he was just laughing internally at her outfit instead of checking her out like she initially thought. And just like a save from heaven, Bella and Alex appeared in the kitchen discussing who was picking Ivy up from her friend's house. "Hi Y/N, still awake?"

"Yeah, got hungry. Stole a bit of mayo, hope you don't mind." She shyly held the plate up.

"Please, this is your house too." Alex waved her off.

"Thanks. Gonna go back now." Y/N pointed towards the small hallway that led to her room. "Goodnight." Turning her body to walk away, she caught Harry's eyes, again, still staring at her, but decided on simply walking away, breaking eye contact, making that small interaction their last one for the night.

The following week consisted of Anya and Y/N playing lots of fun games, trying to get a word out of Charlie and Ivy ignoring her for the most part. Her relationship with each of them was completely different, each trusting her at their own peace, getting used to having a stranger around. Anya seemed the only one openly excited to hang out with Y/N every day, and even though she could tell Charlie didn't exactly mind her presence, she still hadn't talked to her as much as she'd like her to.

"What are you up to, Charlie?" Y/N asked the seven year old as she sat next to her in the big playroom they had on the main floor. Charlie kept her gaze locked on her drawing with a handful of crayons on her right hand as she drew with her left. "You're left handed? That's so cool!" Bella had mentioned some time ago that Charlie had a really hard time letting people in, Y/N knew it'd take some time for her to see her as a friend -like she wanted her to- rather than someone who gets paid to hang out with her, but Bella confessed Charlie was actually really excited to meet Y/N, which felt like a small relief, knowing she actually wanted her there – unlike Ivy. Charlie spoke only when necessary and struggled with making friends but her psych pedagogue said she's just really shy and that ‘once she breaks out of her shell, she's unstoppable’. "I love the birds you drew here." Y/N pointed at some small birds sitting in a tree branch.

"Bluebirds." She murmured.

Getting a single word from her was considered progress, in Y/N’s opinion, but that’s all she got for the entire afternoon – even after constantly sending comments her way while playing with Anya so Charlie wouldn’t feel left out, not a single word came out of her mouth. Anya mentioned Harry at some point while talking about her favorite doll (which Harry had gifted her for her 3rd birthday) and the flash of captivating green eyes almost blinded her internally (she couldn’t deny she’d thought about Harry every once in a while this past week)

And it wasn’t until later that same day, after spending a long while sitting alone in a nearby park, she got the chance to see him again – even if he had scared her (almost) to death, she couldn’t help but feel an annoying flutter in her stomach.

She would like to say she loved her long walks during the most unreasonable times at night, but her reasoning behind her late night needs of distraction didn’t exactly thrill her. It was during the quietest and most peaceful times of the day when her mind seemed to speed faster than ever before; the sleepless nights and brain-wrecking thinking of how alone and empty she actually felt, along with the laziness and reluctance when it came to things that used to make her happy weighed her down like carrying a sack of potatoes on her back.

As she was walking past her neighbor's house (the one where she had seen that man with the suitcases last week) she noticed someone sitting on the large porch. Weird, she thought. She hadn't noticed any movement in the house since that night a week ago, to the point she even considered it being empty again. The silhouette seemed oddly familiar though she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

"Y/N." She slightly jumped as she heard them call for her, in a strong and deep accent. Was that...

"Harry?" She asked befuddled. Did he live there? She watched as he stood up from his sitting position on the outdoor couch and walked across his front yard to take a closer look at him stopping at the bottom of the short staircase that leads to the porch. "What are you doing up so late?" And then something clicked in her brain – he was probably the man she saw that night, with his suitcases. It made sense, how he probably got home from vacation the same day he had dinner at the Lockehold's – the same day Bella mentioned something about him being in Italy

"Can't sleep." He simply replied, with a small sigh. He then nodded to the seat behind him, and Y/N could physically feel her brain going a thousand miles per minute. She sat on the far left of the couch as he retook his seat on the right, "what are you doing up so late?" He repeated her question.

And Y/N repeated his answer. "Can't sleep."

So they sat in silence, what felt like hours barely being a few seconds. "Didn't know you lived next door." Y/N took the time to take in his side profile - sharp and long nose, the tip curving slightly downwards when he spoke the next line.

"Never mentioned it." He replied apathetically. The unexpected switch in his tone made her immediately shut up, and even though it confused Y/N as to why he would want her joining him if he didn't want to talk, she was dreading going back to her room alone to drown in her thoughts again. She'd take uncomfortable company over being alone when her head got like this, it helped her get distracted; overthinking this situation instead of the same scenarios that constantly lived in her head.

They again sat in silence for a while, this time for longer than a few minutes, and even though it was slightly uncomfortable, there was an unspoken understanding between them. He just wanted company, and so did she. This time, however, it was him who tried for conversation. "Why did you choose England for your Au Pair program?"

"I was actually convinced I was going to choose France," Y/N shared with a soft tone, "but when I met the girls in one of my interviews I just knew I had to come here. Anya was so excited about meeting me, she thought it was already settled." She ended with a small smile on her lips. The memory of Anya smiling happily at her through the computer screen even when she hadn't had met her yet warming her heart.

It was true, the fact that she’d chosen England because of the girls. She wanted to learn French – she knew her way around the English language pretty well; but the French family whom interviewed her didn’t come close to the Lockehold’s at all – she thought maybe the experience of living in a whole different continent with a wonderful family was better than choosing a place because of the language – the experience was being experienced either way.

"Anya is a very special kid. They all are." Harry declared, the left corner of his mouth turning upwards in a small half smile.

Y/N nodded slowly before asking, "How long have you known them?" She could recall Alex saying he was a family friend – but she had no other information about him besides that.

"A while." The small conversation went for a long while, he shared the real reason as to why he was awake so late, explaining how he has struggled with falling asleep ever since he was young, but besides that comment, he kept his life very private; not sharing much information about himself during their chat, and every time Y/N reciprocated a question, he would either answer vaguely or didn't answer at all, changing the subject with another question. "It's really late" He commented, Y/N’s phone reading 1:08am.

"Yeah, I should probably go to bed." She lifted her head to look at him, who was already searching for her eyes. Y/N cleared her throat when a few moments passed by, again, with no one speaking a word. She wondered what could possibly be going through his head at the time, but he nodded, got up and said, "I'll see you around, Y/N." Her name flowed so nicely out of his lips it made her knees get weak. Locking herself in her bedroom (after entering it by the door at the side of the house – which leaded straight to her room) she laid in bed trying to understand why they’d just hang out in his front porch way past midnight when they clearly didn’t know each other very well – or at all, better said.

First day of classes came by in a heartbeat. The first Monday of September Y/N found herself getting up earlier than she was accustomed to, since the girl's sleeping schedule was different during the summer. 6:15am read her alarm when she lazily threw the soft covers off her body. A quick shower and minimal makeup application later, she stood naked next to her bed checking the weather app, as to know how to prepare the girl's clothes.

After putting a soft pink sweater on and a pair of flared jeans, Y/N left the warmth of her room to wake the girls up. Going for Charlie first (since she didn't need any help changing into her uniform and Ivy used her own alarm) she didn't give Y/N any work at all, waking up immediately after softly calling her name once. Picking her uniform from her closet and leaving it for her to change, Y/N left Charlie’s room to walk towards the next door.

"Morning, Anya." She whispered as she brushed some of her hair out of her face. Anya’s little nose scrunched up and a soft whimper left her mouth as she switched positions, now laying on her side, "gotta wake up, love." Y/N shook her arm softly, and she finally opened her eyes, a tired smile creeping up her face as she noticed it was Y/N sitting next to her. Y/N left her to rub the tiredness off her eyes while she picked her clothes (since her daycare was at the same school her older sister's attended -Harry's school, Y/N couldn't help but think- her uniform consisted of only a white t-shirt with the school logo along with any pair of bottoms she chose for the day.

After picking up her cute small rain boots and help her get dressed up, Y/N did a cute hairstyle on her with the small butterfly hair clips she chose, and went back to Charlie's room to do her hair, Anya coming along.

They arrived at their school; a big, period-like brick building with hundreds of students roaming around and a beautiful fountain at the front – which actually made Y/N’s childhood look like a big joke; the school she had attended was located in the middle of the mountains in a remote field.

"I'll be here at two thirty. Good luck, girls, I'll see you later." Ivy walked away sending a 'mhm' her way to let her know she heard her, and Charlie offered a small smile along with a wave and walked away like her sister. Y/N took Anya off her car seat and helped her get out of the car, her tiny backpack sitting on Y/N’s right shoulder as she grabbed the hand Anya offered her.

"Mommy said I have the penguins' classroom!" She said with excitement as they walked through the doors at the right wing of the building.

"That's so cool! I love penguins, let's search for the door which has penguins on it, shall we?" Y/N suggested even though she could clearly see their door at the end of the hallway.

"Yes! This one has elephants," she pointed at the door they were passing, "look, butterflies!"

"Like your hairclips!" Y/N exclaimed, and she giggled nodding her head. "Ah! Look what we found..." Y/N pointed at the next door.

"Penguins!" She skipped towards the door, dragging Y/N along. They entered the big and colorful classroom where they found some kids crying in their parent’s arms, others being as excited as Anya.

"Hi there! Anya, am I correct?" A woman who appeared to be around Y/N’s age came up to them, scrunching down to be on Anya’s eye level. She nodded frantically, excitement dripping from her smile. "My name is Miss Pia, I'm going to be your teacher this year." She introduced herself, Anya gave her an even bigger smile and slyly asked if she could go meet her classmates, to which Miss Pia agreed, asking her to first hang her small backpack in the rack at the back of the room, taking it from my hands and running excitedly to do it.

"You must be Y/N, then?" Miss Pia asked, getting back up to her feet. She was short with blonde curly hair sitting high in a ponytail, rosy cheeks and a cute teacher apron on top of her regular clothes.

"I am." Y/N offered her hand.

"The administration office said we would be having an Au Pair this year, they always give us a heads up with situations like these." She explained, and Y/N nodded as she continued, "we have the parents, nannies or in this case, Au Pairs," they both laughed," stay for the introduction, you can leave afterwards."

"Perfect, I'll sit at the back with the rest of the parents." Y/N ended up staying for about half an hour, smiling at Anya every time she turned to search for her when something exciting seemed to be happening. She won't be needing any adaptation, as Miss Pia said, and she was dismissed right before they had their first trip to the playground outside, taking advantage of the fact that it hadn't started raining yet.

Right when Y/N was walking out of the building, she spotted Harry at the main entrance, reading something on his phone. He was wearing a navy blue suit with a white shirt underneath, and he looked even more handsome in the daylight. She made her way towards him, walking up the marble stairs (marble stairs! In a school?), and when he noticed her, he put his phone away and slowly (and trying to be as discrete as possible – which he failed to, again) looked up and down her body. Something about him giving her his full attention made her insides burn, and she couldn’t help but bit her bottom lip to suppress a smile.

"Hi." She stopped in front of him, taking a moment to look at his eyes; they definitely looked a lot lighter now that there was natural light surrounding them.

"Hi." He repeated, "Dropped the girl's off?" He motioned towards the building with his head.

"Yes, just left Anya’s classroom." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"Miss Pia?" He asked, squinting his eyes.

"Yes. She's nice, looks like she knows what she's doing." Y/N shrugged. She didn't exactly know her enough to have a conversation about her – and she most definitely couldn’t be one to talk, since she herself didn’t know what she was doing half of the time. “How’s the first day back been so far?” He got cut off from his next comment by his phone, and the small crease between his eyebrows grew deeper, which didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N. "I'll leave you to it." She announced, but his eyes found hers again, and it was almost like he was asking for her to not leave him to it, but Y/N didn’t trust her instincts, not with him – not when he made her so nervous her brain couldn’t process things around him, and she was scared of misreading his expressions; he was hard to read. Not like she was expert at reading people but he was frustratingly confusing.

They didn't see each other again until a week later on a Tuesday evening – the same day Charlie, Anya and her decided to go for a walk and treat themselves with ice cream from a cute shop across from (what had come to be) her favorite park, Harry and Y/N found each other's eyes across his front garden, just like that night, but this time it was easy for her to recognize him as she could see his face clear and glowing from the sunset shine. His eyes were glued to her until the fence that divided their houses blocked his view, and again, Y/N wondered what could be going through his head.

It wasn’t until after dinner, past her work hours, she decided to leave the house through the door on her room with the sparking curiosity to test if she would run into Harry. Stopping on the sidewalk in front of his house, she noticed he was not sitting outside, and even though that's exactly what she had expected -he was not going to sit there for hours and hours, right?- There still was a small feeling of disappointment that rushed through her, and when she snapped back into reality, it was too late to stop herself as she knocked on his front door.

And Y/N didn’t know where to hide – not like hiding would be less embarrassing but God she did hate herself that moment. The embarrassment running through her veins was painful and made her lightheaded – she knew she had trouble sometimes with not thinking things through, but this was beyond her. He barely knew her. And suddenly his door was wide open.

"Y/N?" Of course she was not lucky enough for him to be asleep and not hearing her knock – life would’ve been too in her favor for that to happen. Of course he was very awake with a half drank cup of tea in his hand and the softest looking pair of grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. "Are you ok? You look really pale." His voice was calm, probably the softest it'd ever been in her presence. At least he doesn't sound mad, Y/N thought.

Harry wanted to be confused, but he was more curious than anything else. For some reason, he felt very intrigued by Y/N – how she seemed confident but insanely insecure at the same time; it reminded him of himself, if he had to be honest. He just learned how to hide the latter.

"Uh, yeah- um, I was-" she nervously turned around halfway to look behind her and back at him again. He raised his eyebrows in curiosity and Y/N really tried her hardest not to step over her words. "I was about to go for a walk, uh, I was wondering if you'd like to join me?" Stupid. So, so stupid, Y/N thought.

"No, I'm good." He replied, finding oh-so-amusing the way her eyes gave her embarrassment away – he was having fun, watching her like a lost puppy trying to think through her next words.

Her mind was, of course, over speeding. She now felt even more embarrassed. Of course he doesn't want to go for a walk, Y/N conscience spoke to her, it's a Tuesday night and he's probably tired and I'm his friends' Au Pair – he probably thinks I'm this young and annoying girl who has a stupid crush and- "would you like to join me?" He interrupted her self-beating up raising his cup and she noticed the half smile adorning his face, almost like he could tell the wheels in her brain were fast-moving.

"Wouldn't want to interrupt-"

"You're not. I wouldn't have invited you in if you were. C'mon in, now. It's kinda cold out here." He disappeared inside of his house, leaving her on his porch with an open mouth and a blank brain. After closing the door behind her and taking her black vans off, she turned on her left as she guessed that was the way Harry went – and she knew she’d guessed correctly when she stepped into a big open-plan concept living room with a giant kitchen on the far back, Harry standing with his back towards her preparing her tea, "sugar?"

"No, thank you." She sat in one of the stools at the kitchen island as she took the scene in front of her. Her very cute (and much older), very hot neighbor Harry, in sweatpants and a very thin white shirt, a small patch of skin showing on his hip, making her tea. His shoulders were broad and she could see his back muscles moving as he poured steaming hot water into the cup, the little curls on his neck so inviting, if only she could run her hand through his soft looking hair just once-

"There you go. Cardamom." He snapped her out of her (probably inappropriate) thoughts, and she thanked him as she grabbed the cup from where he placed it; he stayed in his position standing in front of her on the other side of the island, with his forearms against the cold marble, sipping on his own mug, thinking about how strange it felt to have someone he wasn’t close with sitting in his kitchen after so long. "Why are you up so late?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"I figured. I couldn't either, looks like we both have a bit of sleeping issues, huh?" He sounded playful, but tired. Y/N knew exactly how it felt, being so tired but not being able to peacefully go to bed and get some needed rest.

"I remember you mentioning it before, I figured I'd check if you were up. Walking helps me relax, thought maybe you'd enjoy it too." OK, that wasn't entirely true but her reasoning to be there was quite similar – to check if he was up so they could, maybe, share a quiet night like that one a few weeks ago. None of them understood why they found such comfort in each other’s company – none of them felt like they needed to try too hard.

At some point during their conversation they moved to the couch, where they laid with a wide gap between their bodies. "Elton John's was definitely an interesting read. Lots of crazy anecdotes, you should read it."

"Probably not as good as Keith's, but I'll give it a go." He let a dimpled smile creep into his face, turning his head to look at her from across the couch and the annoying turn her stomach made obliged her to return it, just as bright as his. Finding out their music taste was quite similar made Y/N’s insides all warm and fuzzy, he showed her his vinyl collection (which was quite large) and ranted about how the modern industry was missing a rock star with some of that unexplainable essence old rock bands have – to which she respond saying maybe that something that makes them special was the fact that they were old bands... added to the fact that even though she was an old music lover, modern pop was her guilty pleasure.

Their third teacups were long forgotten on the modern coffee table by the time he noticed Y/N’s eyes were slowly beginning to close and he, as last time, said, "it's really late." And Y/N only nodded and tiredly got up from her position, with him following close behind.

"Goodnight, Harry. Thank you for having me even though I came unannounced." She shyly said, her actions still making her embarrassed even though it had already been a couple of hours.

"My pleasure. We should- do this again," He coughed into his hand, and uncomfortably continued, "I enjoy your company." That sentence alone made her heart explode with a thousand emotions, because even though they barely knew each other and it clearly pained him to admit he enjoyed having her around, his presence made her calm but anxious in a peculiar mixture of emotions. All she did in return was gift him a big smile, face hot of embarrassment (a nice kind of embarrassment, that feeling when you just want to smile really big and tightly hug whoever is making you feel that way) and slowly pushed herself up on her tiptoes to give him a sweet kiss on the cheek. "Bye." He said lastly, and closed his front door with red cheeks and dimples on display.

- Joey.

#AP #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #age!gap harry #my writing

154 notes · View notes

lizandbo · 3 years

Text

Tsukishima x chubby reader

Warnings: cursing (as always)

Ok, so i already wrote this but it didn’t save soooooo......yay for me and thhe others has gone through this , and also high on gingerale from the sugar so i may be a lil more energetic soooo yeah...

And also she sorry if this ain’t proof read, and it is very embarrassing....andddddd i sorry if this isn’t like a chubby reader,, and this isn’t like tsukishima buttt ya kno..I already made this so...yeah

(Tsuki is sooooo fuckkkiiinnng cutttttteeeeeeeeee when he was a lil itty btiy fucking kid)

- When you and tsuki go out somewhere it’s usually either at a fast food place, a park....orrrrr somewhere in a mall probably a some music shop to get new head phones or something

- but today was not your fuckungb day

- you over heard at lunch that one of your friends from a friend group was talking behind your back

- and today you ain’t having shit

- tsuki on the other hand wasn’t the greatest of modes.... he picked out a fight between kageyma and Hinata

- he didn’t pick it but he was in it

- and it didn’t go so well- he got suspended for two days from volleyball

- so he was kinda very very very pissed

- so both of you was a bit tense

- all he wanted to do is lay down next t you and hold you close buttttttt you were trying to figure out what is happening with your friends

- couple hours later after your discussion wit your friend and tsuki being salty at who ever walked by past him

- you both landed at home

- when you got in before he did, you ran to the fridge and snagged a ice cream and ran toward the bedroom to whip out the controller to turn on Netflix; how the grinch stole X- Maz

- after a good fifteen minutes then come rushing tsuki with his earphones on around his neck, he looked inside the bedroom door that you both shared... he saw you bundled up eating ice cream, watching the grinch movie

- as he got closer, you squeal like a old wagon thats been last rolled since when the cavemen knew how to make a fucking fire

- “move” he said way too harsh for you to completely relaxed...like i said you ain’t having shit today

- you made a lil pout and turned away

- he nudged you, and nudged...after the fifth nudge he rolled you

- he made a lil grunt at the end of pushing you...so that only could mean that you were too heavey (not)

- you just bursted out crying without noticing it

- tsuki is so fucking surprised and confused at the moment rn

- and he ddint know what he did wrong

- the pillows were soaking wet just by a few secs of cryin

- he finaly got some space in the bed with you

- after a couple of minutes, you finally give in

- “ what happend today?” Still sorta sobbing

- “got in a fight with the annoying midgets on my team and now I’m suspended for two days straight’

- “ damn, I hope you are okay”

- “but are you okay?”what a kind salty boi

- “ personally I think i have a way worse day than you”

- “why is that?”

- “one of my friends talked about how fat I look and they ain’t surprised that I haven’t died from all the sugar i eat, and i eat like a pig- and I look like one and—” you couldn’t finish the rest of the sentence becuase you were crying way tooo much to understand

- tsuki snaked his slender long fingers around your neck, made it up to your jaw line/

- “ where’s their address?”

- “w-what -sNiFf-...why?”

- “so i can beat them up”

-” ....what?”

- “you heard me”

- “but i thought you already had a fight today?”

- “ y/n, who’s the one who called you those fucked up names?”

- “my friends”

- “i know but who?”

- “ *your friends name*”

- tsuki just playfully smirked and continued slithering his limbs around your body

- his, legs were now fully tangled with yours.... and his noodle arms were around your torso

- “ that freakshow is gonna be dead by the time school is over”

- “babbeee”

- ngl....he has a fucking soft spot for you

- “ but, i am very chubby-”

- “ no, thats a lie”

- “ but..-”

- “but nothing, there is no buts...i love you”

- “mmmm I love you too”

- tsuki kissed your temple, and then your jawline, your puffy cheeks, so many lil pecks to the point that you giggle to no end

- he slowly squished your cheeks together to get that fishy lips, then just kissed yo lips like nothing is happening with your lips

- help me why does kei love being all sappy when you guys are aloneeeeee

- he just loves youuuuu

#tsukishima #tsukishima x you #tsukishima x chubby reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x chubby reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x plus sized reader #tsukishima x y/n #ineedsleeppppppp

406 notes · View notes

pwarkluv · 3 years

Text

❝ bubbly ❞ - pjs

park jisung x reader | fluff | 3.3k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, idol au, established relationship au, ngl this is really really fluffy, slight angst if you squint hard enough, idol!jisung x normal!reader, jisung and reader just miss each other :(, annoying dreamies who always tease poor jisung

SUMMARY | when you wait for him to come home from tour but accidentally falls asleep on the couch.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | this is my first fanfic on my blog oh my! mark isn’t here just cause he isn’t with the dreamies rn! i still love him though :) this is inspired by the song “bubbly” by colbie caillat! also this is not really your usual shy!jisung. he’s still shy but still kinda bold if that makes sense? idk idk this might really suck-

one month.

one month of lonely nights, calls at random times depending on the difference in time zones, kisses through the phone, and just overall missing jisung.

park jisung. your boyfriend.

even saying that in your head brings millions and millions of butterflies to your tummy. the maknae of nct and the main dancer of the dreamies was yours. and you were just as much his.

but being away from him is one of the scariest things for you. jisung was like your rock and not having him there meant more frequently bad days for you. it’s as if you can’t function properly knowing he won’t be waiting for you once you come home.

however, after a long four weeks he was finally coming home. the moment you heard his voice on the phone reassuring you that he’d be home tonight, you secretly bursted out crying, not wanting to make the older boy worry.

the night he came home, you did some light eyeliner and wore simple clothing, not wanting to go all out since it would probably be late at night until he got home and to be honest all you wanted was to just be in his loving embrace. after putting on the gray hoodie jisung left for you and black leggings, you put your up in a messy bun. your stray baby hairs were peaking out.

you then drove to the dreamies dorm where you agreed to meet up, being able to see not only your boyfriend but your best friends as well. the managers let you in with a smile. they have always had a soft spot for you and lowkey loved you more than the boys.

sitting on the couch you waited. hours passed and still nothing. no notifications on your phone. no text. no call. the last form of communication you had with jisung was his phone call letting you know he was on the plane, about to take off.

you were a little worried, wondering if he’s still on his flight or if he’s okay. but you didn’t really know the distance between where he was flying from and korea, so the flight could just be really really long.

you tried staying up, you really did. the movie you played to keep you entertained was slowly lulling you to sleep. it was already one am and from the long day you had, you just couldn’t fight off the heaviness of your eyes.

a few hours passed and you were knocked out on the couch, your soft snores filled the silence of the room as the movie was long over.

too deep in your sleep to notice you didn’t wake up to hear your phone ringing and buzzing, blowing up with texts and calls from your very own boyfriend.

jisung was worried. you weren’t answering and the last form of contact he had with you was when he called you right before they took off. your excited voice made his heart swell and he couldn’t wish for anything more than the plane to hurry up so he can scoop his baby in his arms and shower you with kisses.

it was a little weird to have those thoughts though. jisung? the shy baby of nct wanting to give kisses? if you told him that a year ago he would’ve laughed and asked if you were mentally sane. being an idol at thirteen meant knowing at such a young age the things accepted and shamed in the kpop industry. having a girlfriend or any intimate relationship like that meant hate and shame for both parties. but his reasoning to not have a significant other yet all washed away the moment he laid his eyes on you.

one year later and you’re the light of his life. sure his hyungs loved teasing him about you but to be honest, he’ll take any sort of teasing if it meant being with you. you were and still are his everything. although he is still really shy showing affection in front of them, he’d still pull you in for a kiss if he really wanted to. however once you two were alone, this man was the biggest bully ever. since you were younger than him by a year, he loves babying you and teasing you about your height.

he’s still growing his confidence being like that with his members so there’s an occasional time where he’ll speak to you cutely, cause the other members to gape in shock, mouths opening and closing like goldfish in a tank.

during the ride back to their dorm, jisung couldn’t help but voice out his worries to his hyungs, wondering if you were okay.

“do you think y/n is okay?” jisung would ask every ten seconds, lowkey annoying the others. his leg was bouncing nervously as he stared at his phone screen, seeing all the unread messages.

“jisung don’t be dumb.” renjun sighed as he laid down, reclining the seat as far as it could go. “it’s three am for god's sake! she probably just fell asleep.” he reasoned with the younger, just wanting him to shut up.

donghyuck laughed a bit with his eyes closed, feeling the fatigue get to him too.

jisung pouted a bit before sighing back. “i mean i guess you’re right.”

the pink haired boy reclined his chair back too before quickly sitting up in terror.

“jisung what’s—”

“what if she’s being kidnapped and—“

chenle threw a pillow at him to shut up.

jisung flew out of the car, not caring if his luggage was still in the trunk of the car or if the others were still behind. the only thing he cared about was you.

fumbling with the keys to the dorm he managed to open the lock in record time before face planting on the floor, tripping on the random shoe on the floor. the boy was ready to throw hands with the footwear until he realized who it belonged to.

y/n, he thought.

quietly walking through the dark dorm he sees a light coming from the living room and hears the snores he’s been wishing to hear in person for a whole month.

❝ it starts in my toes, makes me crinkle my nose ❞

his feet suddenly felt like jelly looking at your peaceful form. you were gorgeous.

his nose scrunched up in happiness after noticing you were wearing his hoodie, the one he specifically wore for a week straight after knowing he’d be away for you for a month.

with shaky hands, jisung slowly swats the stray hairs from your hair, a smile on his lips. as carefully as he could, he removed the blanket covering you sleeping form to slip in beside you on the couch.

❝ wherever it goes, i always know❞

the feeling of your warmth snuggled up against him still makes his heart hammer and at some point jisung was afraid you’d wake up to the sound of his thumping heart. instead however, you just nuzle your head into his neck instinctively making his face heat up. you really had an effect on this boy.

❝ you make me smile, please stay for a while now ❞

in moments like these, jisung really takes the time to appreciate how beautiful you are. don’t get him wrong, you’re gorgeous all the time. but when you’re unconscious, eyeliner slightly smudged, hair up in a messy bun and in his clothes, these are the most beautiful moments for him.

the smile on his lips evident as he thinks how nice it would be to come home to you like this for the rest of his life.

❝ just take your time whoever you go❞

rubbing soft circles into your back, jisung was ready to fight donghyuck when he came into the dorms like a mad man. the moment hyuck opened his mouth, your boyfriend was already shushing him with a glare, being careful to not lose the rhythm his hands had on your back.

hyuck’s eyes widened a bit before smiling softly at the two.

“jisungie is in loveee~” he teased the younger as the rest of the members came walking through the door, their eyes landing at the soft sight in front of them.

jaemin looked at you two so happily. he knew how much you made their maknae happy and how much their maknae made you happy. you guys were a match made from heaven and he loved you for always bringing a smile to jisung’s face.

jeno’s eye smile was out, snickering a bit at how disgustingly fluffy jisung looked. the shy boy he grew up with was so confident (or well, more confident than usual) when it came to you. you brought out the best in the boy and jeno couldn’t thank you enough for that.

chenle just rolled his eyes with a small smile, walking towards his room. he loves you two, don’t get him wrong. but sleep is calling him. lowkey though chenle loves to see you two together just cause the room gets brighter. your happiness and content being in each other’s arms makes everyone in the room happy too.

renjun bit back a smile, wanting to tease the younger.

“i told youuu~!” he poked at jisung’s cheeks, bending down to look at your sleeping form fondly. looking at jisung’s red cheeks he laughed, causing the boy to glare again.

“shush you’re gonna wake her up.” he whispered.

renjun narrowed his eyes a bit before scoffing. “you’re lucky i like her and want her to sleep, unlike you.” he rolled his eyes but his smile showed he wasn’t really mad.

after everyone left, jisung turned his attention back to you immediately cooing at the drool falling down your mouth. it was a little disgusting, he wasn’t gonna lie, but you’re cute so he let it slide. jisung was about to go for a kiss until he heard an annoying voice whisper in the back :

“jisungie is in loveee~”

the pillow that jisung threw at hyuck is what woke you up.

#park jisung #park jisung x reader #park jisung x y/n #nct dream #nct dream x reader #nct dream x y/n #nct dream imagines #park jisung imagines #nct #nct x reader #nct x y/n #nct imagines #soft jisung #kpop #kpop imagine #kpop imagines #pwark jisung #jisung park #jisung pwark

259 notes · View notes

lollytea · 3 years

Text

Girl Talk

(ngl I hate this sm. I wrote this fic yesterday, the file corrupted and i lost everything, had a breakdown, rewrote everything the next day because I am obnoxiously stubborn. Anyways Hunter and Luz content. Bon Appetit?)

(READ ON AO3)

“Okay, but what am I even supposed to say to her? Oh! Maybe I could write down some jokes on the back of my glyph slips in case things get awkward. Wait, no, I don't want her to think I'm not taking this seriously. I don't need to be goofy all the time just to hang out with her. I need her to know that I'm serious about her and this whole...romantic thing. And I know she gets upset when she thinks I'm making fun of her so...”

“Alright, so, get this. It says here that there was once this old witch who lived on the outskirts of Latissa and his whole thing was experimenting by mixing paints and magic together. Apparently the stuff he created was like....super powerful.”

“I mean, she said she likes me 'cause I'm goofy and funny and lovable and...and...and I'm sure there's other adjectives I could use but I'm drawing a blank here. So, who am I to deprive her of what she signed up for? But I can't just....ugh, I can't even think right!”

“It doesn't have a lot of info on his specific technique but I'm sure if we did some more research, we could successfully replicate his experiments. We're pretty good at figuring stuff out. Woah, wait. I wonder what would happen if we created glyphs with this paint....maybe it would enhance the spell's level of power. Oh, that would be so cool!”

Luz stopped pacing, the floorboards practically burning after she thoroughly wore down the surface with her frantic footsteps. She set a hand on her hip and turned a withering look on her guest.

“Call me coocoo but I don't think you're listening to a word I say.”

Hunter lifted his head to blink up at her, chewing on the end of a pen. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, boxed in by towers of Eda's Wild Magic books.

There was a glassy look in his eye, as if he was trying to get his bearings after being abruptly yanked out of an alternate dimension.

He had been, in a way. Luz was inclined to call it “Booksville.”

When Luz first met Hunter, this sort of stuff was a big, huge No-No for him. She could've invited him to take a look at any one of those books, packed with information on that obsession of his and of course, he'd be crazy with intrigue but he would hesitate. If he even opened the book at all, he'd card through the pages with an almost jumpy sense of caution, as if the paper itself would sting his fingers.

Well, that ship had certainly sailed. It had taken him a while to get fully comfortable but nowadays, Hunter didn't ask twice before digging into the contents of Eda's books, soaking up every tidbit of every sentence until he had exhausted every page.

He had even brought his own index flags to mark his favorite passages. He had gone on a little rant earlier about how Eda was an outright maniac for dog-earring the page corners.

Luz made a mental note to never show him the state of her Azura books. He would probably cry.

Hunter had become so lost in the Wild Magic sauce, he didn't even seem to care about the fact that he was not supposed to be here.

Of course, Eda didn't mind that he was here. That is to say, Luz didn't technically tell her he was here. She and King were currently out, being menaces to society and all that fun stuff, as they usually were before Luz would sneak Hunter in.

So, to be fair, Eda had never specifically said that Luz was not allowed to let The Golden Guard of the Emperor's coven into their home.

It was probably fine, right?

Yeah, it was probably fine that Luz had been hiding The Golden Guard of the Emperor's coven in her bedroom like some kind of forbidden pet.

Speaking of forbidden pets, that precious red cardinal of his was perched like a Christmas decoration atop his shoulder. That little rascal did wonders for Hunter. He seemed so much cuter than he was when there was an adorable little palisman snuggling up to him.

Once Hunter had processed what Luz said to him, his features screwed up tight. He was offended.

“Whadd'ya mean I'm not listening? I bet you can't repeat anything I was just talking about.”

“Ugh! Yeah, Hunter, I heard you. Paints! You wanna start painting as a hobby and let me just tell you, I fully support your budding creativety and will hype up your work with my entire heart but please. Right now I am having a full blown Amity Calamity!”

“Yeah, okay, that is not what I was talking about. Also, I get that you're freaking out n' all but....what do you expect me to do about it?” He threw his hands about wildly, at a complete loss. “Man, I don't know anything about that stuff,”

“I don't knowww....” Luz groaned. “I just....ugggghhh.” She buried her head in her hands, ruffling her hair into oblivion, like it would miraculously stimulate her brain cells into action. It released some pent up frustration, at least. “I wish it was easier for us to just talk about girls together.”

Hunter perked up. “Talk about girls? Are you kidding? Of course we can talk about girls, dummy!”

“Wait, really?” Luz asked, taken aback by this apparent development.

“Yeah, for sure. One sec,” Buzzing with eagerness, Hunter dove into his stacks of books, emerging seconds later with a worn, dust encrusted volume. It was so ancient, the title had faded away but Hunter still put his finger to where the big letters should be.

“Notable Female Witches of The Savage Ages,” He rattled off delightedly. “They were considered the mothers of Wild Magic. Their style of spell was really quite advanced, see they--”

Despite her frayed nerves, Luz sill managed a weak laugh.

As insufferable as he could be sometimes, she really did like this nerd a lot.

“Okay, Hunter. Buddy,” She said gently. “This stuff sounds really cool and I wanna hear all about it at some point buuuut....when I say girls, I mean...y'know. Amity specifically.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah.”

Hunter's face fell with disappointment but he was quick to snap back into a look of cool indifference. He shut the book in his lap with a soft thump, set it aside and turned his full attention to Luz.

“Sooooo...” he began awkwardly, scratching at his ear. It could not be more obvious that Hunter wanted nothing to do with this discussion. But Luz appreciated that he was trying. “Girlfriend problems, huh? Shoot.”

Luz's cheeks darkened. “Heh. 'Girlfriend'. Yeah, that's...uh...” She was suddenly very inconvenienced by the existence of her own hands so she clasped them together tight to keep herself from fidgeting. “That is.....a word for Amity.”

Hunter frowned, puzzled. “Okaaaay? So, what's the issue?”

“Ohhhhhh, boy.” An ironic, long suffering smile stretched across her face. “Let me just tell you that there is a lot goin' on up here, pal.” Luz tapped her finger against her temple. “So if I'm gonna give you the full unabridged version--”

“You could summarize it.”

“You know I don't know how to do that.”

“Yeah, I know.” Hunter sighed. “Figured it was worth a shot. Okay, let's hear it.”

“Alright but this is gonna be a lot so I suggest you strap yourself in,”

Luz sucked in a deep inhale, with full intent to let the entire flood of thoughts cascade out her mouth.

Hunter's eyes snapped to the floor, like he was actually looking for a safety harness to attach himself to. Then he seemed to realize that was ridiculous, as he scowled to himself. Little Rascal chirped and he irritably mumbled something under his breath in response.

And then Luz took off.

“Alright, so!” She announced, clapping her hands together. “So me and Amity have known each other fooooor...a while now? Yeah, it's been a while. And we've been pretty good friends ever since and then one day, she rescued me from her scary mom and she had this black flowing cape and her voice went all low and then suddenly, huh. Doki doki, y'know?” She thumped a fist against her chest. “I was gettin' all feelings-y up in here,”.

“And then a little later I figured out that we were both feeling kinda feelings-y and I was all like,” She mimed a brain explosion. “Pshww....”

“Pshww....” Hunter repeated quietly, testing out the little sound effect on his tongue. “Doki...doki....?”

“Yeah. Exactly. Doki doki. Pshww.” Luz nodded, as if he had made a valuable contribution. “So, now we're both here in the same boat, fully shish kebab-ed by Cupid's arrow.”

“Hold up. What language are you speaking?”

“And things are....great? Nice? Sorta hard to believe but stuff actually happens. We hold hands a few times, we...” The volume of her voice dropped to a bashful murmur. “we kiss a few times. There was so many beautiful, amazing romance-y moments that happened, just like in movies, y'know?”

“Movies....?” Hunter's bewildered stare turned from Luz to the bird on his shoulder, as if he was going to get any further clarification from either of them.

“Right! But here's the thing. It sorta feels like all that stuff just went by in a blur. I don't even know how I did any of that. The hand holding, the smooches the....ugh! It was like I was on autopilot or something and now I have no idea how to operate. Now, no matter how hard I try to get the vibe right, I can recreate those moments. So now it's starting to feel like...I don't know how to do anything!”

Luz's arms were whizzing around like an out of control windmill.

“I mean, Sure, Amity takes the lead sometimes but I can't make her carry this entire....relationship? Flirtationship? Whatever it is that's happening here! I gotta act or something! But I've been thinking about it waaaay too much. I never know the right time to hold her hand, I never know if she wants me to tell her she looks cute or if now maybe isn't the right time or...it's awkward, okay?! I've been making it awkward 'cause I don't know what to do! I-I don't even know for sure if we're dating! We've never talked about it!”

The last sentence came out as a squeak and Luz realized she had used up all her oxygen and needed to take a breather.

Hunter had not said a word but Luz did not know what to make of that dissecting stare of his, that studied her with a mixture of confusion and fascination. Like she was some kind of peculiar animal. A flushed, panting, peculiar animal.

“So.” He said finally, holding his palm out for Little Rascal to migrate from his shoulder to his hands. “Why don't you talk about it?”

He asked like it was the obvious solution. Luz was a little irked by it, but she kept her patience.

“Oh, Hunter. Sweet Hunter.” She heaved an exhausted sigh. “It is not that simple.”

He still didn't seem to understand. “Well, why not?”

“'Cause it's--.....Uh.” Luz trailed off, twirling her wrist around as if expecting to snatch an eloquent articulation out of thin air.

“Okay. Lemme put it like this. Amity is....really special. To me. Sometimes I still can't believe that she's real and she's friends with me and she likes me and....whew.” She pressed her fingertips to her cheek, surprised by the warmth. Even thinking that sort of stuff prompted a blush or two but it seemed saying it out loud made her face scalding.

“Anyway, now that we're going through....this, everything feels so much more....fragile?” Her voice rose in pitch, uncertain if 'Fragile' was even a suitable word to describe her feelings. It was just a vague, wishy-washy concept to describe.

“Like I feel like I could break it all so easy, just by....” Wait, she knew. She had figured out her handle on this.

“Just by being me.” She felt an ache just by admitting it, but it was the truth. Luz exhaled unsteadily to compose herself, clasping her fists tight into the fabric of her shorts and she continued...calmly.

“I can't risk doing anything that's gonna push her or make her uncomfortable or scare her away or...y'know, ruin this.” She held up her palms with a heavy shrug. “I-I don't have a plan and it would be way too reckless to wing it. Who knows what would come out of my mouth? She tells me a billion times that my weirdness is what she likes about me but...it can just as easily be the thing she hates if I overdo. I can't overdo it.

Luz was expecting Hunter to look at her like she was dumb again, but surprisingly, he nodded. A slow, thoughtful nod, as he absentmindedly scratched Little Rascal under the chin.

As the silence filled a little longer, she was starting to believe he had nothing else to add, which was fine. She had wanted to rant her heart out but realistically, she couldn't imagine Hunter having any advice for her. This wasn't exactly his area of expertise.

“Hey, Luz.” He said at last, voice surprisingly breezy. “You know those books that you really like? Uhh, with the nice witch Azuzu or whatever,”

“It's the Good Witch Azura!” Luz snapped, hands flying to her hips. “And I know you just pretended to not know her name. You're just trying to be cool.”

“Yeah, yeah.” The corner of Hunter's lip tweaked upwards. “And wasn't there that other witch that you liked to pretend was Azura's girlfriend?

Luz scoffed, finding it utterly unbelievable that this obnoxious little man had the audacity to be so dismissive towards her favorite book series, when she had been sweet enough to smuggle him in here.

“She was not her 'Girlfriend', she was her 'Soulmate' and if you even listened to me talk about it, you would know that. For your information, her name was Hecate and she began as Azura's rival but over the course of the series, they developed a beautiful, unbreakable bond that was jam packed with heavy romantic subtext. I mean, even their declaration of their eternal friendship in Book Five, which was really emotionally poignant by the way, reads so much like a love confession, it's a crime. And it's like...Ladies! Just kiss already!”

“Okay. Right. Sure. I understood some of that.”

“I mean, I guess I've read a ton of Heczura fanfics to tide me over. It's hard to find a fic where they don't kiss. Hold on, you know what fanfiction is, right?”

“Yeah.” The light in Hunter's eyes dimmed. “You made me sit through that three hour long slideshow presentation, remember?”

“Oh, right,” Luz popped a finger gun. “That was fun,”

It was fun, but a lot of work. Hunter was pouting over losing a measly three hours of his time. Well, newsflash, nerd, Luz spent two weeks working on that. Nobody is getting their hours back.

“And what usually happens in those fanfictions?” Asked Hunter, propping his chin up with his hand, as Little Rascal hopped over to a pile of books. “How do they end?”

“I told you, they kiss. A lot of the time they look deeply into each others eye and talk about how they complete each other like two halves of one heart. And y'know, moments of miscellaneous fluff.”

“Uh huh. Interesting,” He mused, tapping his pen against his bottom lip.

Luz knew Hunter could be a little...eccentric but was he really analyzing fanfiction right now? Where did the sudden interest come from?”

“So, uh, besides Azura and Hecate, are there any other...boats(?) that you--”

“Ships.” Luz corrected him.

Hunter snapped his fingers. “Right. Ships. Basically love stories that you really like.”

“We talkin' canon or non canon?”

Hunter squinted at her, lost. Seems somebody was not taking enough notes during the slideshow presentation. “Both? A-all...?”

“Oh, well, there's a bunch.”

Luz had no intention of listing every single ship that had captured her heart. They would be here all week.

“I've spent my whole life reading books, watching movies and anime and--”

“Anime...?”

“Hunter, please!” Luz squeaked as calmly as she possibly could, but she could not deny that she had started to vibrate. “You have no idea how excited you just made me at the thought of teaching you about anime but I'd need to dedicate a whole day to that 'cause I need to meet Amity soon and I'm still sorta in crisis mode. So, let's stay on topic.”

Her brow furrowed. “Whatever the heck the topic is! Why are we talking about ships, Huntifer?”

He waved off her question. “Okay but how does the story usually end for all your ships? The book ones, the anime ones, all of them,”

“We've been over this with the fanfiction discussion. They kiss, Hunter. Geez, you want a diagram or something?”

“But what else?” He prompted.

“What do you mean 'What else?'”

Now this was just getting ridiculous.

“They kiss!” Luz said with a huge amount of emphasis. “And again, miscellaneous fluff. They'll do stuff like pick each other up and swing around, hold hands and....walk off into the sunset, y'know?” She waved off all that extra padding as unimportant to the conversation. (Though Luz did really enjoy miscellaneous fluff.)

“Well yeaaaah,” Hunter was giving off vibes of a grade school teacher who gave her little nudges in the correct direction but ultimately wanted her to figure out the right answer herself. She wished he could just give it to her because honestly, she didn't know where this any of this was going.

“But when exactly do they ask each other if they're dating?”

“Whaa?” Well, that settled it. He had paid no attention to the slideshow whatsoever. “Nah, nah, they don't do stuff like that. They don't have to 'cause they're already perfect for each other. All they gotta do is look into each others' eyes and they just...” Luz shrugged, feeling lightness bubble in her chest at the very thought. She had a feeling her smile looked pretty dopey. “They just know.”

“Right. And why don't you and Amity just know?”

The bubbles burst and the lightness turned to dead weight.

The question speared through Luz's gut. Her entire body went rigid.

She had known but...

She had been trying not to...

Not to think about it.

Because if she thought about it, she knew she'd cry.

But there is was. A culmination of every coil of underlying dread that had been gradually writhing in her stomach in a monster of anxiety, summarized in a short and sweet collection of simplistic little words.

Luz did not just know when it came to Amity. She was constantly taking shots in the dark. That is, if she was even brave enough to take a shot at all.

The two of them together were not as seamlessly synchronized as couples in love were supposed to be.

Her throat stung.

Her vision went cloudy with blotted tears but she managed to catch Hunter's stony expression break into one of sheer panic.

“Wh-- Luz! Hey!” He yelped, scrambling to pick himself up from the floor. He nearly tripped over his books as he stood and hurried over to close the distance between them. He made to reach out to her but his hand stopped, just as it was about to brush against her shoulder. It hovered there for a moment, fingers curling and uncurling with uncertainty.

“Luz, listen, I wasn't....I-I mean, what I meant was...uhh. C-c'mon, cut it out!” Hunter's voice crackled with desperation and despite crying her eyes out, Luz felt the watery chuckle at the back of her throat.

“Aww, does crying make the Golden Guard uncomfy?” She tried to tease but her words came out all wobbly.

In fairness to the poor guy, it probably did. Luz couldn't imagine that dealing with tears in a delicate matter, was ever something he would need to handle in his line of work.

For all she knew, this was his first time having to comfort someone like this.

“You don't get to make jokes and cry at the same time. You gotta pick one.” Hunter snipped, but his tone was not nearly as cutting as usual. Luz was almost tempted to call it soft.

Clearing her eyes with the heel of her hands, she finally felt that warm touch on her shoulder, and then another rest against her upper arm.

Somehow the gentleness cracked all her remaining composure and she dissolved into ragged sobs.

Hunter did not speak nor did he let go out her until she got every tear out of her system. He waited patiently, tracing circles with his thumb into her skin.

Eventually, her sniffles fell silent and her eyes no longer blurred. She took a deep breath and the following exhale was shaky but manageable.

“Are you....good?” He asked cautiously.

Luz nodded.

Hunter removed his hands so carefully, you'd think doing so would cause her physical pain. He must have heard once that people were more prone to being hurt when they were already upset and assumed it was literal.

“Do you really think that...Amity and I....” Luz's voice was low and quiet but her jaw was set tight. She refused to let her words be whimpered. She looked up, meeting Hunter's eyes. “Aren't right for each other?”

“What? No! No, no, no,” Hunter looked positively alarmed at the accusation. “Luz th-that's not even remotely what I meant by that.”

“Well, then I guess you accidentally hit the nail on the head.” Luz managed a strained, bitter little smile. “'Cause it's true.”

“Luz, c'mon,” Hunter groaned, exasperated. “Don't talk like that, you've got it mixed up.”

“No.” Said Luz, tone quiet, polite yet strikingly obstinate. “You were right, Hunter.”

For someone who loved being right, he didn't seem thrilled at all.

“When it comes to Amity, I don't just know. I don't always know what she's thinking or what she wants from me. After all this time, I-I shouldn't still be trying to figure her out,”

Luz wanted to figure her out. Every time she was in her orbit, she wanted nothing more to turn over every last piece of that girl and find every hidden gem.

But now, it like she was barricaded. Something was keeping her from moving forward, from discovering Amity.

“I mean, we've kissed.” The memories of Amity were turning more and more bittersweet by the second “I told her I loved her! We had our happy ending already! A-at least I thought it was a happy ending. But we're not acting like people who are made for each other are meant to act!”

“How do you even know how people who are meant for each other are meant to act?!” Hunter demanded, as though it wouldn't reach Luz's skull unless he raised his voice. “In all the love stories you've read, it always ends with a kiss, doesn't it?”

“And--”

“And miscellaneous fluff. Yeah, I get it.” Hunter shooed the detail away before clearing his throat.

“Point is, they never talk about what comes after. You don't read about all those awkward talks where they decide if they're dating or not and talks about what they're okay with and what they're not. It always just cuts to the perfect, shiny romantic stuff, all tied up with a bow and because of that,” He clutched Luz by the shoulders.”You don't know how to move forward in a relationship 'cause you've never had a frame of reference to help you along.”

“Hey, that's not true!” She tore away from Hunter's grip. “I'll have you know that I imagine my favorite ships as couples all the time,”

“Yeah and lemme guess,” He droned, setting a hand on his hip and launching into a mockingly saccharine tone of voice. “They understand each other soooo well all the time, they can practically read each others' mind and everything is smooth sailing and peachy all the time.”

“Yeah, duh.” Luz didn't quite what he was making fun of. “That's what being a ship is all about.”

“Okay, fine, maybe, but I cannot stress this enough,” He ran his fingers through his hair before making a cutting gesture with the side of his hand, directed at Luz. “You are not a ship.”

“Well, yeah, obviously. I'm only one--”

“I mean that the two of you aren't a ship! Listen to me, you're not Azura and Hecate. You're Luz and Amity. You're real people. You've got like a million different emotions and they're messy and crazy and you don't understand most of them.”

“Okay, Hunter, I get it, I'm a hot mess. You don't have to rub it in.”

“We're all hot messes, Luz!” He exploded. “Every single one of us. 'Cause we're real and not book characters.” He was pacing back and forth now as he ranted and raved, gesticulating like a madman.

“We gotta handle all the awkward conversations that don't fit into books. You gotta talk to real people to get them and you can talk to them for years and years but you're never gonna entirely understand them. In your love stories, it's all kisses and happy endings and it's shiny and sparkly and perfect and nerds like you Eat. It.Up!”

Hunter emphasized his point by poking Luz's forehead, shocking a startled laugh out of her. As wound up as he was, the noise surprised him too.

Her laugh was contagious and soon the room was silent, expect for the sound of quiet, breathy giggles.

One of the knots in Luz's stomach had untangled itself. Hunter did make a point that she could understand. Yeah, okay, maybe she had been a little too wrapped up in fiction to successfully navigate through her own life. Luz had never been the most logical person so it was comforting for a levelheaded counter-argument to whatever was currently inflaming her anxiety.

Obviously, this didn't fix everything. Now, she understood why this wasn't easy but that didn't mean she magically knew where to go from here.

Once the shadow of Luz's smile had finally faded away, she looked up and studied Hunter for a long while. Her gaze may have been a bit intense as nervousness began to creep into his features.

“H-hey. Uh. Sorry if I was a little too--”

“Huntifer, I think you might be on to something with this one,”

He blinked at her before brightening with relief, shrugging it off. “Oh. Yeah, maybe. I dunno, I guess it's worth some thought.

Astonishing how Hunter could switch from the cockiest, most obnoxious kid in the Boiling Isles to a remarkably humble guy. Maybe it depended on context. Or he was just embarrassed that he sorta lost control of himself in his impatience.

Luz nodded. “I'd say a lot of thought. But..I think things are still gonna be awkward. With Amity. I still don't know how I'm supposed to talk this stuff through with her.”

Hunter snorted, loosely folding his arms over chest and resting his weight on one hip. And just like that, with that simple change of posture, he looked full of himself again “You wanna know a secret that's probably not much of a secret?”

He beckoned Luz to lean in closer and said in a stage whisper. “Amity probably doesn't know either.”

Huh. Yeah, Luz knew that. She knew that at the back of her mind but...she hadn't really thought about it much. She was a little too preoccupied with her own inexperience.

Hunter's lofty grin softened. “So, it's a good thing neither of you are doing it alone, right? Don't you think you could figure out how together?”

Figure out how together....

The realization sank from the surface of her mind, and everything was processing very fast then suddenly, everything clicked.

Amity.

Luz knew Amity. Luz trusted Amity. Luz loved Amity. If there was any person Luz believed would stumble alongside her through things they didn't quite understand yet, it was Amity. And it occurred to her that Luz would help Amity in return without hesitation.

With enough notches and trimming and smoothing edges, if they worked through this together, Luz and Amity could click too. Maybe not perfectly, not for a while just yet.

But enough that they could make each other happy.

A swing of confidence so strong flooded Luz's system, she swore she nearly collapsed. She felt the grin tugging at her mouth.

She could try. She could absolutely try. They could both try.

“Is...that a yes?” Hunter asked, gauging her expression.

Luz nodded so speedily, it made her head hurt. But then she realized something else and she turned a very specific look on Hunter.

But before he could ask if she was about to attack him, she held up two fingers on each hand and then placed them on either side of her head so they jutted out just behind her ears.

“Man, I don't know anything about that stuff,” Said Luz, in what she believed to be an uncanny imitation of Hunter's voice.

He frowned. “What are the theatrics for?”

“You lied to me!” Luz was delighted.

“I-I didn't lie!” He loudly objected, pointed ears scorching bright pink. “That was just common sense, you doofus. You know, that thing you lack.”

“You know, that thing you lack.” Luz parroted, swinging her hips from side to side. Once again, her impression remained flawless.

“Don't do that!”

“Don't do that!

“Stop, you weirdo!”

At the peak of riled up, Hunter floundered for a retort that Luz wouldn't shoot back at him with childish mimicking. But then he cracked and wound up sticking his tongue out at her.

Luz simply mirrored him and Hunter huffed indignantly, turning on his heel and stomping back towards his books.

He had barely made a few steps when Luz lunged at him from behind, draping her long, lanky arms around his shoulders.

“Wha—Hey! Get off!” He squawked, struggling to pry her off him as Luz squished her cheek against his.

“Huntifer~” She singsonged. “Can you please calm down for two seconds and let me say thanks already?”

Hunter knotted his arms and his scowl didn't soften but Luz didn't miss how he stopped trying to squirm out of her grip.

“Even though you were kinda rambly and all over the place, what you said helped. It helped a lot. I know this is something I can handle and I know that 'cause of you. Thanks, nerd.”

She waited patiently until she felt his shoulders loosen. And then he glanced back at her and there was a smile. A small, tight, subtle smile but it was good enough for Luz.

And then with a burst of adrenaline, she gripped him tighter and planted a big, wet raspberry on his cheek.

Predictably, Hunter blew his top. He screeched furiously and his hands went wild to push her off but Luz was stronger than she looked. And so help her, she would give Hunter this affection or die trying.

Dying trying did not seem unlikely, actually. Hunter had told her once before that if he ever murdered her, it would probably be her own fault. Luz could not argue with that.

“That is so gross!” He griped, once Luz had finally released him.

“You're gross~” She chirped, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Hunter wiped the spit off his cheek with his palm before looking up at Luz with narrowed eyes

Luz did not have time to brace herself and suddenly she was tackled to the ground. She kicked and she screamed as Hunter dragged his disgusting wet hand across her face.

“GrossGrossGrossGrossGrossGrossGroooooss!”

Hunter cackled maniacally the whole time.

They carried on like rowdy toddlers for a while until Luz had to go meet Amity, leaving Hunter and his palisman to themselves.

It was too weird to admit out loud but he was disappointed that she was gone. Hanging out with her like this wasn't that bad. Talking with her, arguing with her, wrestling with her. It all made Hunter feel....so much like a kid.

Something that he had realized recently was that he still liked being a kid.

In spite of the doom and gloom of white of gold, of the clawed scars in his shoulder, of the spear that grazed his hair, a spark of childishness remained in Hunter that had never been entirely snuffed out.

It wasn't until he met Luz that he began actively trying to keep that spark alive.

The sun had long since fallen asleep by the time Luz returned and the moon was pooling in the sky. A little after sun down, he heard the downstairs door slam shut and the loud exuberant voice of The Owl Lady boomed from the floorboards beneath him. By the sound of it, she was celebrating a successful day's work. Hunter wondered what she and the cute little demon had managed to steal today.

His snoozing palisman was tucked snug in the crook of his neck, a pleasant warmth against his skin. It was a good idea to keep the bird close. If someone other than Luz came barreling into the room, he'd better have his staff on hand to magically conceal himself.

But once an hour passed and the chatter of the witch and the demon below gradually faded into loud snoring, Hunter presumed they had passed out on the couch. For the time being, he should be fine.

Hunter hoped that creepy owl tube thing wouldn't rat them out. Fortunately, Luz had promised that Hooty was willing to take a bribe but unfortunately, gossip spread fast in the Boiling Isles. Now The Golden Guard had a reputation for being a lunatic who visited the night market several times, buying dead mice in bulk.

He snorted to himself, combing through 'From Bones to Fire: A Study of Wild Magic Volume 2'. Everything he went through just to get his hands on knowledge.

Well, also to be young with Luz.

Yet another hour passed and somehow, being surrounded by his own obsession, Hunter got a little overstimulated. To give his brain a rest, he was now flipping through some tattered old magazine that Luz brought with her from the human realm. Some of the articles were practically gibberish to him but overall, it was okay. He learned he was a Scorpio. He didn't know what that entailed but it sounded cool.

He nearly jumped out of his skin as Luz burst into the room, announcing her return.

Startled, his palisman flew into a fluster, cheeping like crazy before it settled down atop his head. Hunter, meanwhile, had flung the magazine away so fast, it was like it had contaminated him, and snatched up the closest book to pretend he was reading it the whole time.

Thankfully, Luz didn't notice.

“Hey there, Little Rascal,” She cooed, prancing across the room and plopping down next to Hunter. “And hey, you little bookworm, you.”

“Bookworm?” Hunter knocked his shoulder against hers. “You looking for a fight, kid?”

“Whaaaat? Hunter, you wound me, I was just....Ohhh, my bad. I always forget that our bookworms and your bookworms are two waaaay different things.” She paused thoughtfully before shaking her head. “Actually, I don't retract anything. You look like a bookworm.”

“Yeah, well, you smell like a selkidomus.” Hunter smirked.

“Hey!” Luz bumped their shoulders. “Can you blame me? I've had one heck of a day with lots of nervous sweating!”

He was surprised that got him laughing but that tended to happen around her.

“So, how'd it go?” Hunter asked, even though he already knew the answer.

Luz's beam was as bright as a dozen of her light spells. The corner of her lip was twitching, as if she wanted to smile wider but it was physically impossible.

“We're dating.” She stated, no more than a whisper.

It obvious since the moment she entered the room, far bouncier and bubblier than usual but Hunter still grinned.

He had expected her to scream it from the rooftops, to grind his ribcage into powder with the force of her hug, to set off a riot of firework glyphs, spelling it out in lights.

No matter how she could have chosen to tell him, he would have been just as giddy as she was.

And yet, despite the lack of fanfare, somehow, it still felt so much like Luz. Though he knew that in the morning, she would tell the entire Boiling Isles, right here, right now, only Hunter knew. Something about that felt nice.

But the quiet serene scene was momentarily ruptured when Hunter spotted Luz re-adjusting herself out of the corner of his eye and he was immediately on high alert. Another raspberry, he could sense it.

“Luz, don't you d--”

It wasn't a raspberry.

The feather-light peck against his cheek was gone before he fully processed it, as Luz drew away with that big stupid smile still plastered on her face.

Hunter blinked away the surprise, looking to her with a raised eyebrow.

“What's that look for? In this family, we give each other hugs and kisses~”

He felt his lip quirk upwards as he scoffed, turning away with a shake of his head.

“That was so gross.”

“You're gross.”

“For real, it was even more gross than the raspberry.”

Luz burst into giggles and Hunter could understand why everything was suddenly a million times funnier to her. She will still fizzling with that giddiness that Amity had kissed into her and now it was all spilling out.

To be honest, listening to a teenage girl gush and squeal about her girlfriend did not seem like something Hunter would ever willingly subject himself to.

But this was Luz. His friend, Luz.

He lightly pinched the pudge of her cheek. “Heeeey. You wanna tell me all about it, don't you?”

Luz snapped her head over to gawk at him, astonished. And then the excitement took hold and her hands started flapping and she looked about ready to explode with delight. Her mouth was already flying open to give every solitary detail of her evening with Amity Blight.

But then she stopped, a crease forming on her brow. He caught that unreadable look she gave him and the way her eyes skimmed over the books that scattered the floor around them.

“Hmmm.” She stroked her chin with an over dramatic 'thinking' face. “Y'know what? I'll think I'll keep it all to myself.”

“Oh, really~?” Grinned Hunter. “I can only imagine all the romantic schmaltzy sickening stuff that occurred tonight. Miscellaneous fluff, right?”

Judging by the blood that stained her cheekbones, he must have been correct.

“Hey, Hunter.” She said quietly, resting her weight against his side. “You've been lost in your books for hours now. Would you mind telling me all about the most interesting you read about today? Reading myself is fine but it's way better to hear all about it from a bona fide nerd.”

Frankly, it was embarrassing how fast the giddiness practically electrocuted him and suddenly he found himself rambling. He rambled until his voice gave up but it didn't bother him at all because it was just Luz.

Luz hung on every word he said.

#the owl house #toh #luz nozeda #the golden guard #toh Hunter #lumity

75 notes · View notes