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ynbabe · 4 months

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Fake texts au- pt.15 bffs with the rookies+ "come pick me up I'm scared"

Okay, I was in my feels when I wrote this one, sooo- it's sad as shit 😭, this is a CW, I think?

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"Well, I didn't ask," You responded to Logan, who kept you company as you walked from your dorm to your university in the UK, he had been struggling with jet lag as he was back home for the two-week break for the Vegas GP.

"Well, why didn't ya?" He called out, you told him to do jumping jacks to help go to sleep, you didn't know how it would help but the thought of him jumping around made you laugh.

"Mate, I've gotta call you back," you looked at the huge crowd of men and women with expensive cameras and microphones in front of her university's gates, "Bruv, there's gotta be a celebrity or someone dead."

"Okay," he said, panting, "I think it worked, imma go sleep," he cut the call.

"Scuse me, imma just pass through, to actually study here," you pushed through the crowd till someone grabbed your book bag and yelled, "IT'S HER- IT'S Y/N L/N."

And then, the chaos started.

The cameras began flashing till you couldn't see, mics shoved in your face making scarps and bruises as people pushed and pulled you, yelling questions in your face.

"How do you know the F1 drivers?" one yelled,

"Are you dating any of them?" came another,

"Is it true you're related to Fernando Alonso?" A woman asked, grabbing your hoodie.

The whirlwind went on for a few more minutes, you tried your best to get out of the storm without saying something that might negatively impact their reputations, but then came those questions.

"How's the cushy life since you've got baby Schumacher's pockets?" you heard someone yell.

You finally found an exit, that's it, just five more feet and you'd be free, you know you could outrun them, "Hey, y/n! Who fucks better?" Some guy called out from behind you.

"Your Mother," you yelled back, throwing a punch at the disgustingly proud-looking, fifty-something-year-old man. Shock rippled through the crowd where laughter had run at the question just a few seconds before.

You used the distraction to run back to your dorm room, only your phone in hand, your bag having been yanked off your back in the mess.

"What the fuck?" You panted as you saw your dormmates outside your room, cash in hand, you pushed them aside and ran in, only to find your laptop and iPad missing, along with the camera Lando had gifted to you, the signed 'inchident' from Max and Charles, the polaroid of you, oscar and Logan camping in when you were teenagers and the 'Build a bear' Arthur had gotten you with him saying an inside joke.

You felt your face warm as anger and tears pricked at you.

You turned around to find the unreadable faces of your dormmates, "Where the fuck is my stuff?" You asked, hoping it was all a joke like you hadn't just lost everything that gave you hope, that gave you happiness.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SHIT-" You yelled, slamming your hand on the room door, making your friends move back, one tried to speak, trying to make excuses, "DON'T CHAT TO ME, FUCK YOU-" you could hear your voice breaking, "fuck you," you did your best not to cry but it was becoming tough to not.

You ran out of the building, and despite their protests, you made your way through back alleys and corridors that only locals would know of, pulling up your hood in case anyone recognised you.

You thought of who you could call, Logan was in America, god you wished Logan was here with you, he wouldn't have let this happen in the first place, you laughed to yourself. Oscar and Arthur weren't around either. Max, Charles and Lando were all in Monaco, and you definitely not going to let Mick, someone you'd known barely for a month see you like this, and he wasn't in the UK.

You wiped your hands down your face, and dialled on your phone, "Alex..." your voice trembled against his cheerful greeting, making him worry, "Can you come pick me up please," you tried not to break down. How did it get to this?

"Yes, give me a few, are you okay? Y/n? Hey-" You cut the call, sending him your location. How were you asking for Alex's help? The same man who'd pat you awkwardly on your head every time he saw you. Someone who'd begun treating you like a little sister, along with Logan, bringing you food from the cafeteria, sneaking in Redbulls. Someone who you'd tease calling your older brother, making him cringe about 'I'm not that much older', so maybe he was the right one to go to.

You saw a car pull up and you knew it was Alex, seeing him through the driver's side window. You got into the car, only phone in hand and the clothes on your back. "Hey, what are-?" Came a protest from George, who was in the passenger seat, but stopped as soon as he saw you sitting in the seat, you really didn't want this to be your first impression.

The car didn't move, like he was waiting for some form of explanation, "You'll see," you whispered, making him sigh and drive.

As he passed the gates of your university, they saw what you had been running from, and both their eyes widened. Alex looked into the back-view mirror at your face and decided not to say anything. George on the other hand, began cursing the crowd, calling some people on his phone.

You couldn't make out what he was saying, too tired and too scared.

"Hey, y/n wake up," Alex moved your arm, startling you awake, you saw you were in a car park and got out the car, following mindlessly, behind George, who was typing his code in. If Alex noticed it, he kept it to himself, but you could tell he was concerned about something.

You followed as they led to the apartment, you sat on the couch, if it were a normal, visit you'd be off the walls about the beautiful place, with floor-to-ceiling windows and plants everywhere, terracotta furniture to match the gloomy blue-grey sky.

"Um, George's place was closer, hope that's okay," Alex spoke, softly like it would spook you. He was right.

"I'll make tea, then," George nodded and walked off.

"M-My phone's dead, I think," you sniffled out.

"Y/n, that's not really-" He began,

"Can I charge it please?" I asked, if I tried to pretend this disaster didn't happen, maybe it would be like it wouldn't have.

He took the phone out of your half-stretched hand, attaching it to a charging cord, a small 'ding' telling you that it was indeed charging.

"Y/n, what happened?" He asked sitting next to you on the sofa.

"They took everything," you began, making him frown, George too, was out of his depth, placing the tray with three mugs of tea, "M-My frie- roommates, sold my laptop and iPad, and all the things I'd gotten from you all." You began, but this time you couldn't hold in the tears that pricked at your eyes.

You cried into the sleeve of your hoodie, curling into yourself on the sofa.

All those memories were lost. You had photos all the way from your childhood on that laptop and now they were gone.

"Oh, um," He went in to hug you and patted your head, making you laugh.

''See! There we go!" He smiled wide, making you laugh more, "Here," he passed you a mug of tea, it had cooled off a little, so you could drink it.

"You punched someone?" Came George's voice, it was the only thing he'd said to you.

You looked sheepishly at your right fist, the knuckles of which had turned a nasty red.

"No worries, I'll go get a first-aid," He said, walking to get it, when he was back he sat you on your other side, "You know," he poured some anti-septic onto a cotton pad, "I think, you handled it quite well, they were some stupid questions," He said as he moved onto your face.

You hissed, "Wait, what?" You asked, "It's already on the net?" You felt another wave of anger and tears.

"Yup," Alex said, moving his phone to you, showing a reel on Instagram, where the man was asking you that question, edited with the 'your mom' sound and a 'thwack' when the punch landed, ending with an edit of you in cat ears and a high-pitched fast-paced song.

"What... the fuck?" You didn't know where to laugh or cry.

"Mate, why the edits?" George asked scoffing.

"Wait, check Twitter," You suggested suddenly seeing the hilarity of the situation, "ARE FUCKING KIDDING ME?" You yelled, gulping the last of your tea, "YOUR MOTHER IS TRENDING??" it wasn't on top of the trending list but it was there.

"Y/n... I think you're going to love this," George showed something on his phone, they'd turned your voice into an audio, and there were already hundreds of videos being made on it on TikTok.

"Fuck my life."

.xX A few hours later Xx.

George had given one of his flannels, noticing how dirty your hoodie had gotten.

The three of you ordered takeout and watched The Walking Dead all afternoon, he genuinely reminded you of a posh London Mother.

In the middle of season 2, George got a call, "Hello-" He began but was cut off almost immediately and you could hear the man on the phone's voice till out.

"WHERE IS SHE?" Another voice yelled, "IS SHE OKAY??" All the sudden noise made George flinch and pull the phone away from him.

He quickly passed the phone off to you, and you were bombarded by three heavily accented Monganesque accents, "Hi, guys it's me," You responded making the call go silent for a second and then they all began screaming again, loudest was Arthur, then came Charlie's voice. Lastly, It was Lorenzo who got both the others to keep quiet.

You used the peaceful moment to excuse yourself to another room.

"Are you okay, y/n?" He asked and you replied with a small yes, he hummed and passed the phone.

"Y/n, oh my god, I saw the posts," Charles began, "Those people were stupid to attack you like that," He comforted you.

"Thank you, Charlie," You said, a small smile on your face.

You waited as words were exchanged in French and you heard footsteps on the other end of the line.

"I'm sorry Y/n, that should have never happened, it is all because of us," his voice rang sad.

"It's okay, Arthur, we'll talk about this when we're together okay?" You responded, and he kept apologising as he cut the call.

Next came Logan's call, just as you were about to call him, "What the fuck is wrong with people?" He questioned, his tone angry, "You could have gotten hurt. Like seriously hurt. This is bullshit." He yelled, but then his voice softened, "You aren't hurt are you?"

"No, not much, I've got a few bruises and cuts but all mint other than that." He hummed as you spoke, and began asking you other questions and you told him about what your roommates had done, you could hear that he was livid but kept trying to be calm for you.

And when Oscar called, that's when it finally hit you again, that feeling of losing everything that you held dear, "Y/n, please don't cry," came his voice from the other end, "Please don't cry while I'm away cause then I can't do anything about it," his voice broke.

"They took all our stuff, Osc, all the way from the first time we met to the last time we got McDonald's together, everything," you sniffled and you could hear the frown in his voice.

"I'm sure we can get it back, don't worry y/n, we'll figure it out, ya know, we've all got your back, speaking of which, you'd better call Max right away, he's with Lando, his bombarding my phone as we speak," He complained, returning some normalcy to your situation.

You cut the call and called Max, and it was Lando who spoke first, cursing at the media and complementing your punch and quick response and then Max took over.

"Firstly, are you okay?" He asked, making you say yes, "Secondly, I've got a lawyer ready, tell me and we'll fight this. We can find a way to get your stuff back." you didn't know what to say.

"Yes, yes, please," you spoke for a little longer before you had to excuse yourself. You had to call someone, someone you know who was going to be livid.

"Hiiiiii," You spoke into the phone, awaiting a response.

"Y/n, how are you, kiddo?" Your uncle's voice rang out. He had been taking care of you ever since you were a teenager, not that you needed much, a place to stay and school.

"I'm fine, it was bound to happen one day," you exhaled at the unfairness of it all.

"I know, I heard what your bastardas friends did," and you could hear the anger in his voice, "Names, and I will get it sorted," He asked making you giggle, he'd always been like this ever since you had showed up on his doorstep.

You told him not to do anything rash but that Max had gotten you a lawyer, he seemed proud of Max for that.

You told him you had to leave since it wasn't your phone you'd been using.

You walked inside, apologising for hogging the phone but George just waved his hand, too invested in whatever episode that was playing. He'd gotten out a bottle of wine (Of course he had,) and he and Alex were busy deep-diving into the show's lore.

He'd kept you a glass, which you gladly accepted.

As the day progressed, you took your leave, but not before George offering you the guest room, saying Alex would take the sofa, which made the other man kick the taller blonde, as you took your leave, having booked an Uber and hotel room for the week, you could still hear them play fighting.

As you were in the car, Mick called you, and you were surprised he had.

"Hey, Y/n! How are you?" He asked,

"Good, you?" You were good at pretending everything was okay, you got an A+ in coping mechanisms class in school!

"Can't be worse than, you know, punching someone," he laughed, you had realised, that the both of you had a sense of humour that really just clicked.

"Oh mate, that was the good part!" You made sure that your payment had gone through with the Uber driver and walked into the hotel. They already had your room ready (courtesy of George, you were sure,) and you only needed to show an ID to be led in, without any other questions.

"Yeah... I saw all the clips on Instagram," He sighed.

"It was kind of crazy, I can't even imagine how it must be for you guys!" You put the phone on speaker and looked through the room service options.

You were going to have lunch in your dorm's cafeteria but that loan had kind of fallen apart, and anyways tea and wine wasn't nearly enough to make you forget the shit show that happened today.

"Mate you won't believe what else happened," You told him about the laptop.

"What the fuck,"

"RIGHT- anyways, I hope they don't get into my drive 'cause I have some in there that is not for public eyes, like imagine they saw the video of your horrible Ghostface impression?" You laughed at him, making him remember the party.

"Oh, Please, it was amazing, I scared you!" He yelled,

"And then you shrieked when Logan did the same to you,"

"Well yes, but he was dressed as Anakin, y/n! I'm not competing with that!" He gasped, shivering at how the hair on his neck raised when Logan did the voice.

"Oh mate please, but that's not even the worst of it, I've got a video of Max and Charles, slow dancing, and literally everything Lando and Carlos do is incriminating."

"That is true, I didn't see them for half of the party," he insinuated.

"Well, you and Arthur were pretty busy seeing who could down more shots," You snickered.

"Well, it wouldn't have become that big if Oscar didn't egg us on!" He complained as he had for days after the party but all he got from Oscar was a smug smirk, with an evil look in his eyes whenever he did something like that.

You spoke till room service came in and then excused yourself to drown in pasta and Netflix.

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mountttmase · 1 year

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Am I Doing It Right?

Note - I hope you all enjoy this one 🙊 it a bit different to anything else I’ve done. There are big chucks of flashbacks and those will be in italics so it hope it’s not too annoying to read 😂 but please let me know what you think 🩷🩷🩷

Also a massive thank you to @carlottawllms who helped me so much with how to structure this and with some of the plot. I know she’s excited for this one so I hope it lives up to your expectations 😂🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 6.2k

Warnings - smut, fluff and angst

‘I’m sorry, how is it 3am? I swear it was only 11 like twenty minutes ago’ your best friend Mia giggled as you and a few of your friends stumbled out of the club and into a waiting taxi.

‘My legs are killing me’ you moaned as you all squished in together but thankfully it wasn’t a long trip back to to the hotel.

You were currently in Edinburgh for one of your girlfriends birthdays and as you watched the unfamiliar city roll passed the window in the back of the taxi, your mind wondered to Mason being tucked up in bed at home. Your heart thudding at the thought of his pouty lips as he breathed softly in his sleep.

You were sharing a room with Mia and as soon as you got inside, you plugged your phone into charge as it had died about an hour and a half ago. You sat waiting for it to turn on as Mia was messing about in the bathroom and as soon as the screen lit up you were straight in your messages.

Your heart lept at how thoughtful he was and you quickly text him back in your half drunken state.

‘What the hell are you smiling at?’ Mia slurred and she came out of the bathroom, flopping down on the bed next to yours as you put your phone down.

‘Nothing, was just saying night to Mason’ you shrugged and she rolled her eyes with a smile.

‘What? He’s still awake?’

‘Yeah he said he wanted check I got back alright’ you told her and she started laughing loudly.

‘What on earth did you do to that poor boy? After all these years and he’s still completely wrapped around your finger’

‘Well I did take his virginity, maybe it’s that’ you said without thinking, laughing lightly as you looked at her but her face was a picture as you settled on it. Mouth agape and eyes wide and a look of shock on her face as she sat up to stare down at you.

‘You what? You took his- what?!’

‘Shhh’ you giggled, pulling here back down to try and get her to be quiet as you both erupted into laughter.

‘I need details, now. Why have you never told me this?’

‘Cause it’s private. You’ve never told me when you lost yours’

‘Yeah but we’re not talking about us here. We’re talking about Mason and I need you to tell me now’

You rolled you eyes, laying back and thinking back to all those years ago when you and Mason had first started dating.

You’d just started a new job in a local cafe whilst you were studying and you were on the way home from a shift when you found a wallet on the floor.

Thankfully his ID was inside and you smiled at the cute picture before your eyes landed on his date of birth. You weren’t that far apart in age and you quickly googled the address listed on it to find he lived about a 15 minute walk away. Fortunately for you it was a nice sunny day and you didn’t have anywhere else to be so you thought you’d do your good deed for the day and return it to them.

You had no idea where you were going, not knowing this particular area of town that well and the houses seemed to get bigger and bigger the further you went until you were on what seemed to be a private road. You were unsure of what to do as it was gated and you had no idea how to get to the other side as no one was around but thankfully a car pulled up just at the right time and after a mini pep talk, you ushered yourself in just before the gate closed.

The house was beautiful from what you could see but you were met with another gate, however this time there was a buzzer and you nervously pressed it in hopes someone would answer. It didn’t take long and after the third ring you heard a confused hello blast from the speaker.

‘Oh h-hi. My names y/n, um I was just on the way home from work when I found your wallet on the floor. Well I think it’s yours anyway the address is for here’ you rambled and you mentally slapped yourself for how stupid you must of sounded. ‘Sorry, I’m just returning it’ you gulped and without another word the gate began to open slowly. You took this as your cue to enter and you nervously made your way up the path to his front door.

You were about halfway when the door swung open and you felt yourself blush immediately. He was gorgeous but it was his smile that caught your attention immediately. His wide toothy grin making your tummy flutter from the first second you saw it as he made his way over to meet you and all you could think of was how his picture didn’t do him any justice.

‘Hey, Mason right?’ You questioned and he nodded before you handed his wallet over to him.

‘Thank you so much, I had no idea I’d even lost it’ he laughed as he quickly flipped it open. ‘Where was it?’

‘Just in town, by the roundabout?’

‘It must of fallen out when I came out the shop’ he laughed, tucking it back into his pockets. ‘Thank you so much for bringing it here’

‘That’s alright, it’s a nice day so it was a nice walk’ you smiled and he looked at you with a shocked expression.

‘Wait, you walked here?’ He exclaimed and you nodded at him shyly. ‘Do you um, do you wanna come in for a minute? I feel like I owe you a drink or something’

‘No you’re fine honestly’

‘Please? It will make me feel a bit better about myself’

‘Won’t your parents mind’ you asked and you watched his face flush slightly.

‘Oh uh, this is my house. They don’t live with me so I think they’ll be fine with it’

‘Oh’ you breathed, swallowing hard before nodding. If anything you we’re more curious to see the inside and work out who he was.

As predicted, the house was just as immaculate on the inside as the out and after a quick coffee and a chat he offered to drop you home as another thank you. His car was sparkling and expensive and you assumed he must of come from money so you were a little embarrassed to have him drop you outside your building but he didn’t bat an eyelid.

Two days later you came home to a beautiful bunch of pink roses and you were unsure as to who they had come from until you read the note from Mason letting you know how thankful he was and wondering if he could take you to dinner sometime with his number at the bottom. You only deliberated for a few hours before texting him back and in a few days time you were sat opposite him in some swanky restaurant you’d never heard of. You couldn’t hold it in anymore and asked him what he did and when he replied a footballer suddenly it all clicked into place.

He was unbelievably charming and made the worst dad jokes but you couldn’t help but laugh at them and it didn’t help that was was easy on the eye to the point you couldn’t look at him for more than 5 second intervals. By the end of the night you were fully under his spell so when he asked to see you again you agreed.

He seemed so different from anyone you knew, wanting to get to know you before anything else to the point you thought he might not even fancy you at all since he kept everything so platonic but on your fourth date he’d kissed you on your doorstep and you finally felt all those feeling you were told about in books and films.

‘Yeah yeah I know all this’ Mia laughed as the pair of you got comfy in bed after getting changed. ‘I want the juicy stuff’

‘I’m getting to it, it was years ago I can’t remember everything’

‘We’ll try harder. You must remember when he first told you he’d never done it?’

She was right, you did.

You’d been dating for around three months and even though he was an absolute dream, things hadn’t progressed passed a steamy make out session on his sofa and you were beginning to doubt yourself again. You’d tried making subtle advances but he seemed to be none the wiser and you thought maybe he was being respectful so you’d had a word with yourself and when you were next alone with him at his house you were going to put the moves on him.

It was his day off and you had gone to his house after work for dinner. You were currently cuddled up to him on the sofa as you watched tv, halfway through some weird film he’d found and you were waiting for the moment he looked down at you to kiss you so you could take it a bit further.

It didn’t take long and when he looked at you with a shy smile, you connected your lips in a deep kiss. You could feel him holding back a little bit like usual but you pushed through it, kissing him even deeper and sitting yourself in his lap so you could hopefully make him see what you wanted.

Your hands were all over his neck and chest whilst he kept his on your waist but that’s not what you wanted. In the end you grabbed hold of his wrists and pushed them down so he would hopefully touch you somewhere else but he resisted, pulling away from you entirely and resting his forehead on your shoulder. You were both out of breath and when he eventually looked back up at you your tummy dropped.

He didn’t want you like that, you could tell from a mile off and you quickly scrambled off of him as not to embarrass yourself any further.

‘Y/n, wait please’ he panicked, running after you but you couldn’t look at him, struggling to put your shoes on as he tried to stop you. ‘Y/n’

‘What?’ you snapped and his hands fell to his sides instantly. ‘What, Mason? I get it alright. If you don’t wanna have sex with me then you can just tell me. I’m a big girl, I can take it’ you shouted and you watched him wince at your words.

‘It’s not that at all’ he told you quietly but you didn’t believe him and you’d given up trying to talk to him. ‘Just stop, please’ he told you, holding you by your forearms as you looked up at him with a teary expression. ‘It’s not you-‘

‘Oh piss off Mason. Don’t even insult me with that it’s not you it’s me crap.

‘But it’s true’

‘Unless you give me a good enough reason then I’m off’ you told him and if you hadn’t of been so caught up in yourself you might if seen how vulnerable he looked but his silence told you everything so you pulled yourself out of his grasp and went to grab your things. ‘Bye Mase’

‘I’m a virgin’ he said quietly but it was loud enough for you to hear. Your head spinning round to face him as his eyes dropped to the floor, a wave of guilt washing over you as his words sunk into your skin. You didn’t know what to say as he stood there scratching his chin awkwardly but he beat you to it this time. ‘If you still wanna go I get it’

‘No no, Mase I’m so sorry’ you told him, rushing over to him and cupping his jaw so he would look at you but his eyes stayed glued to the floor even when you stroked your thumbs across his cheeks and you were now panicking that you’d pushed everything too far. ‘God I’m such a bitch I shouldn’t of said all that, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it’

‘You’re not a bitch’ he huffed lightly, finally placing his hands on your waist which made your heart settle a little bit. ‘I just… it’s not easy to talk about you know?’ He told you and you could see how nervous and unsure of himself he was. ‘I know we need to though so please stay. I promise I’ll explain everything’

‘Go sit I’ll be in soon’ you told him and with a kiss on his nose he shuffled off back to the living room. You couldn’t help but feel awful as you took your shoes off again and gave yourself a talking to in the mirror. You knew how much it would of taken for him to tell you what he just had and you needed to be there for him so you gave him a reassuring smile as you walked back in. He looked petrified but when you held your arms open for him he melted into your neck as you held him to your chest. ‘I’m sorry for blowing up at you and not speaking to you properly. I should never of forced you to tell me that if you weren’t comfortable. You don’t need to explain anything to me, not if you don’t want to’

‘I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while, I’m just a bit embarrassed’ he told you, voice slightly muffled by your neck

‘You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about’

‘I’m nearly 19 and I’ve never had sex, y/n’

‘So? I know people older than you who haven’t had sex yet’ you told him and you felt him sigh into your neck ‘can I ask why you haven’t?’

‘Too focused on football I guess, never had time for girls or a proper relationship. It’s not like I haven’t wanted to but I think the longer it’s gone on the more I’ve built it up in my head and I’ve freaked myself out’

‘What’s the furthest you’ve gone with someone?’ You asked and you saw his face flush a deep red shade. ‘You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to like feel free to tell me to mind my own business’

‘No I want to’ he breathed, nodding his head before taking your hands in his so he could play with your fingers as he spoke. ‘About six or seven months ago I started speaking to this girl and we had a little thing. I thought maybe I could just got for it and get it over with but it didn’t work out that way’

‘What happened?’ You asked gently and you smiled as he cringed a little bit.

‘We made out a few times, she um… she gave me head’ he laughed, hiding his face in his hands and you rubbed up and down his thigh gently to let him know he was fine and he eventually showed his face again. ‘I couldn’t cum though, and then she expected me to return the favour so I panicked and told her the truth and that I didn’t know what to do. She basically told me I was pathetic and left’

‘Oh Mase’ you whispered, linking your fingers through his as his eyes stayed in his lap.

‘I didn’t wanna mess up what we have so I didn’t say anything and I know you’ve wanted to do… stuff for a while but I was scared to loose you’

‘Come here’ you whispered, holding your arms out and he lent into you gently. ‘You’re not gonna loose me Mase. I get why you didn’t wanna say anything and I’m sorry for being so bratty earlier but I’m not going anywhere’

‘Are you sure?’ He murmured, holding you tighter as you nodded and stroked the back of his head.

‘Positive. Look I’m not exactly a master between the sheets myself. I only did it a handful of times with my ex so there’s still loads of stuff I don’t know and haven’t tried. If you want to do stuff we can but only when you’re ready. I don’t want to force you or anything’

‘You’re not forcing me’ he laughed against your chest and you held him even tighter. ‘It’s pretty much all I’ve thought about but I don’t want to disappoint you. I don’t wanna be shit at it you know? I wanna make you feel good’

‘Hey’ you huffed, pulling back so you could look at each other. ‘You could never disappoint me. It’s all a learning curve and we can work out what the other likes from the start. I know it seems scary but it’s fun when you know how’ you laughed and he finally smiled a real smile.

‘I wanna do thing’s properly with you, I think that’s why I held off saying anything cause you’re the first girl I’ve not wanted to just get it over with and be done. I want it to mean something’ he told you honestly and you lent in to give him a heavy kiss.

‘I really am sorry, I feel like a right cow. Having a big strop just because you won’t give me any’ you joked rolling your eyes. ‘I just thought maybe you didn’t like me in that way or something’

‘I like you in every way’ he told you sincerely and your heart fluttered as he brushed some hair behind your ear. ‘And this isn’t just about being physical, I like you for who you are and I want to spend time with you for as long as I can’

‘I want that too. I’d hate for you to think this is just sex for me’

‘I don’t think that’

‘Really?’

‘Of course. I love being with you and if we can take that next step then great but it might just take me a little bit of time to get there fully’

‘God you really are a cow’ she laughed and you hid your face out of embarrassment. ‘You practically outed the poor boy’

‘I didn’t mean to. I felt awful but can you blame me? Every time I look at him I wanna rip his clothes off and the fact it felt like he didn’t feel the same was making me feel like shit’ you laughed as she nodded in agreement. ‘I just presumed he’d done it already’

‘So how long did it take until you did it?’

‘A little while. I mean we did other stuff first’ you shrugged and you heard her let out an excited little squeal.

‘Spill. Now’

‘Mia, I’m not giving you a run down to the start of our sex life’

‘Yes you are. Now come on I haven’t got all night’

‘Fine’ you huffed with a laugh, actually enjoying thinking back to all those years ago.

You knew he was nervous about it all and wanted to let him know you were ready whenever he was, trying to reassure him over anything else but he seemed to want you just as much even if he was scared.

‘Well whenever you wanna start we can’ you winked and you watched him get all nervous again.

‘We could um- we could start now? If you wanted?’

‘If that what you want?’ You asked him quietly and he gave you a gentle nod. ‘Well, how about I look after you a little, make up for blowing up at you earlier’ you teased, running your hand up and down his thigh as he looked at you with blown out pupils. ‘We can start slow, like just kiss for a bit. Whatever you’re comfortable with and then if you want to try anything else we can. Does that sound okay?’

‘Yeah’ he told you quietly but you could tell he was on edge about the whole thing.

‘Just relax yeah? We can go as slow as you like and you can just tell me what feels good. And if it doesn’t then we can stop or try something else. Do you trust me?’

‘Yes’ he smiled, his shoulders finally relaxing as he repositioned the pair of you so you were slightly laid back. Your legs over his thighs as his arms circled your waist and you cupped his jaw to bring his lips to yours.

It all felt so different to before, he was finally relaxing into you properly and you hummed contently into his mouth as he slipped his tongue in after a while. You stayed like that for a bit until you were truly happy that he was relaxed before you started to move, sitting up so you could straddle him whilst not disconnecting your lips from his once. Moving your hands to his shoulders and across his chest where you could feel his heart beating just as rapidly as yours.

You could feel him underneath you and from the way his hands were now stroking lightly over the backs of your thighs you knew he was getting into things so you began to ever so gently rock your hips over him causing him to quietly moan into your mouth.

‘How’s that, Mase?’ You whispered against his lips but the way he was now gripping your hips told you everything you needed.

‘G-good. So fucking good’ he told you and you smiled, kissing his again and grinding down a little harder before you slid off his lap and sat next to him, lips still attached as you palmed him over his joggers and you moaned along with him at the feel of him in your hand.

‘Mase? Can I?’ You asked, your fingers dancing over his waist band and you felt him let out a shaky breath against you lips before he shimmied them down his hips along with his boxers until he had freed himself but you paid no attention to it at first pulling him back in for a kiss so he could relax again before you attempted to do anything. You couldn’t help but let your fingers wonder down to his length, griping him lightly before his head rolled back on the sofa.

You took the opportunity to see what you were working with and you felt your mouth water at the sight of him. You pumped him a few times before his lips were back on yours, hungrily kissing you as you worked on him until he was biting your bottom lip.

You moved down off the sofa to you could pop yourself in between his legs and pull his boxers down all the way but you didn’t want him feeling self conscious so you stripped yourself of your top to leave you in just your bra and the small growl he let out made you clench your thighs together.

You took him in your mouth gently, looking up at him through your lashes as he balled his fists as the side of him. You reached out to take his hands, threading his fingers through your hair so he could keep your hair out of your face while you made him feel as good as you could. And by the moans and whimpers coming from him you thought you were doing a pretty good job.

He was tense though, you could tell that much so you came of off him with a pop, taking him in your hand so you could pump him whilst looking back at him.

‘Relax, Mase’

‘I-I’m gonna cum’ he told you and you smiled up at him cheekily.

‘Good’ you breathed before taking him back in your mouth again, making sure you got him over the line and when he started bucking his hips up into you you knew he was close. ‘Don’t think about it yeah?’ You breathed ‘Just cum for me Mase’ you told him again and your words seem to hit this time as your name fell from his lips. You swallowed him down, pulling off of him and making sure you didn’t spill a drop as he looked down at you with wide and curious eyes.

‘Jesus Christ’ he laughed, his face flushed from embarrassment and you crawled back up into his lap so you could kiss his cheek.

‘How was it?’

‘You’re amazing’ he smiled, kissing you quickly before he cupped your jaw. ‘I can’t believe we just did that’ he giggled and you could tell he was feeling a little bit shy. ‘I promise I’ll pay you back when I’m ready’

‘Mase, it’s not about payback’ you laughed but he silenced you with a kiss.

‘I know but I want to’ he smiled before wrapping himself around you.

A week later you were back at Masons and after you’d cleared up from dinner he took you up to his room where he told you he wanted to be shown how to please you.

You stripped down to nothing with a little help from Mason who was eyeing you up like he never had before, confessing you were the first girl he’d ever seen fully naked and you felt yourself blush as he lead you over to his bed. Mason kept his boxers on for now and you laid next to him, guiding his hand and showing him where on your body you liked to be touched and kissed and even though he was technically learning, every touch of his fingers and lips made you shiver so when he took your nipple into his mouth unprompted you nearly lost your mind.

‘What you did to me, I wanna do that to you’ he told you quietly, looking up at you through his lashes as he moved to position himself in between your legs and you felt yourself melt at how vulnerable he was. ‘Tell me what to do’

You gave him a quick explanation, blushing and stuttering through it as he smiled up at you before dipping his head down suddenly. You could tell he was unsure but he was also listening to how you reacted to what he did and when you let out a loud moan he looked up at you with a small smile.

‘Am I doing it right?’ He asked and you nodded your head with a laugh before he was diving back in. You gave him a few more pointers but he surprised you again by dipping a finger inside you slowly, making you arch your back at the new sensation.

‘Mase, keep doing that’ you told him breathlessly and he did just that, find a rhythm the pair of you enjoyed and you sunk into the sheets, threading your fingers into his hair as you began to rock your hips against him. ‘Fucking hell, Mason. That’s so good’ you breathed and you felt him moan into your core, clearly loving hearing how good he was doing so you made a mental note to praise him when you could. You’d been waiting for this for a while so it didn’t take long until he was eventually riding you through it, feeling him move back to beside you with a cheeky grin. ‘What the fuck, Mase?’ You laughed, pulling him in for a kiss and you hummed as you tasted yourself. ‘You’re a natural’

‘I can’t take all the credit. After last week I did a bit of research’ he winked and you giggled as you pulled him closer.

‘So you watched porn?’

‘A shit tone, yes’ he confessed, kissing your forehead gently. ‘But don’t worry, I know most of it’s just for show I just needed a few pointers. Did I do good?’

‘Better than good’ you winked as your stroked his face, noticing the slight flush of his cheeks at your words. ‘What about you? did you enjoy it?’

‘Yeah, more than I thought I would. I like the idea of making you feel good and putting your pleasure above mine. Like knowing I can do that to you and make you feel that way’

‘And that’s the answer I was looking for’ you giggled as you pulled him in for a long kiss.

The pair of you had been experimenting for a few more weeks until he had a week off and once you’d taken a few days off yourself, he invited you over to stay for a few nights so you could spend some proper time together. You were in the bathroom taking your makeup up off when you felt him come up behind you, kissing your neck gently as he slowly stroked over your arms meaning you were covered in goosebumps.

‘Come with me?’ He asked softly as soon as you were done, and you took his hand and followed him back into his room.

He’d dimmed the lights and there was gentle music playing in the background but your eyes were focused on the bed where he’d sprinkled rose petals over the sheets and you felt your face flush as you took it all in.

‘What’s all this’ you laughed, turning to look at him but his shy smile told you everything.

‘I’ve been thinking about it and wondering what it feels like for days. If you talk me through it, I wanna try’

‘Yeah?’ You laughed, cupping his jaw so you could kiss him gently and you felt him smile onto your lips

‘Yeah. I’m not gonna lie I’m bricking it but I wanna do this’

‘It’s not that scary Mase, I promise. We can just do what we’ve been doing before so you can relax a bit and when you’re ready we can do whatever you want. But if you wanna stop just tell me yeah?’

‘I love you’ he breathed, looking right into your eyes in the most adoring way and you almost lost your breath. ‘I do, and I’m not just saying that cause we’re about to have sex and I feel like I should. You’ve been the best thing to happen to me in the longest time, like all this stuff you’ve been so calm and patient with me and there’s no one else I’d rather be doing this with’

‘I love you, too’ you giggled, pulling him into a kiss but the pair of you couldn’t stop smiling so you pulled away, playing with the hem of his top so you could subtly let him know you wanted it off and he didn’t stop you when you started tugging it up his body.

When the pair of you were undressed, he laid you down so he could kiss you again you you let your hands wonder all over him. Just as you told him, you fooled around a little first just to get each other going but it didn’t take long for him to look up at you with curious eyes.

‘What do I do? Where do I-‘

‘Shhh’ you cut him off when you could see he was panicking, kissing him again to relax him before speaking. ‘What way do you wanna do this? I can ride you, or I can lay down? Whatever you want’ you told him gently but you could tell he was overwhelmed so you stroked his cheek gently to soothe him. ‘Mase, we don’t have to rush this’

‘I’m just being stupid, I’m sorry’ he laughed

‘You’re not being stupid at all’ you reassured him before kissing him gently. ‘Why don’t you let me take control yeah? Just sit back there against the headboard and if you wanna try a different position after a while we can’

‘Okay’ he blushed, but did as you asked and sat himself back the headboard whilst you sat over him, rocking yourself along his length as you kissed him until he lifted you by your hips and you knew he was ready. You reached down to line him up with you as you held his eye contact as you sunk down onto him, his breath stuttering as you fully took him in. ‘Oh my god’

‘That feel good?’

‘Yes’ he whimpered as he gripped your thighs and you kissed his forehead to try and relax him.

‘I’m gonna start moving, yeah?’ You told him and with a gentle nod from Mason you began rocking your hips, keeping yourself steady with your hands on his shoulders. His eyes were wild, staring into your soul before he couldn’t take it anymore and shut them as his moans grew even louder.

‘You feel so fucking good. Why haven’t we don’t this before’ he gulped, starting to guide your hips and buck up into you slightly.

‘You’re so big Mase’ you moaned, getting lost in the feel of him and it wasn’t too long before he stilled your hips and you looked at him in confusion.

‘Can we try the other way?’ He asked shyly and you nodded with a smile before climbing off of him and swapping places so you were laying where he’d just sat. You could see he was a bit nervous still but you let him take his time and slowly push himself into you, moaning along with him as you watched his eyes roll back in his head.

‘That’s it, Mase’ you told him as he began to thrust into you ‘Don’t hold back, yeah? Don’t think about it just do what feels good. I want all of you, give me all you’ve got’ you told him quietly as your stared into his soul, watched his eyes roll to the back of his head again as he got into it before grabbing the backs of your thighs until you were even more spread out for him. You went hot all over at the way he was looking at your body before his eyes would flick down to where you connected, watching himself go in and out of you as his mouth hung open in a quiet disbelief. His thrusts became deeper as he pounded into you, his forehead coming to rest on yours as he held your eye contact and you knew he was close.

‘If need need to cum then you can’ you breathed but he shook in head in a mini protest.

‘I wanna make you cum’ he huffed, halting his hips and you thought his little scrunched up face was adorable.

‘We’ve got all night’ you told him, reaching up to cup his jaw and bring him down to kiss you. He started moving his hips soon after, breathing into each others mouths until you felt him shoot up and pull himself out of you, stroking over himself before releasing all over your chest and tummy.

You smiled at him as he blushed, dipping one of his fingers in and popping it into your mouth so you could taste him and the sight must of sent him feral as he was quick to lay down and start licking away at you. Making sure to make you cum as quickly as he could and after all the practice he’d had lately it didn’t take long.

He laid down next to you, linking your pinkies together as you you both got your breath back, eventually looking at each other shyly before erupting into giggles.

‘Congrats Mase, how was it?’ You chuckled and he looked down at you adoringly.

‘Well, all I can think about is cleaning you up and going again so I’d say pretty good’ he laughed. ‘I can’t believe I built it up for so long’

‘It’s okay, these things can be scary but we’ve crossed that line now. No going back’ you joked and he just smiled and shook his head it you in agreement.

‘Thank you. I really mean it. You could of walked away when I told you and I wouldn’t of blamed you’

‘Mase, I’m not going anywhere and I’m really glad we’ve got to do this together’

‘Me too, I feel way closer to you now. I still can’t believe you’re mine, I’m so lucky’ he told you, kissing you lovingly and you felt your chest fill with warmth as his fingers traced your skin. ‘I love you’ he breathed kissing your forehead as you felt yourself blush.

‘I love you too’

‘The pair of you make me sick I swear, of course it was perfect’ Mia laughed, rolling her eyes as you’d finished off your story.

‘Well in my mind it was perfect anyway’ you told her as you both let out a yawn.

‘So what you mean is you’ve trained him to do exactly what you like and basically ruined him for every other girl?’

‘Pretty much’ you winked

‘Wow, you really do have it all’ she laughed. ‘I still can’t believe it’

‘Just keep it to yourself. Mason would kill me if he found out you knew’

‘Set me up with one of his teammates and I’ll think about it’ she winked before shutting her eyes. You knew your secret was safe with her and with one final glance at your Lock Screen, a cute mirror selfie of you and Mason, you drifted off yourself.

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Promised Part 14 - Tom Riddle x reader

Info: This is a rewrite of a story I've posted on my old account years ago. If it sounds familiar, that might be why :)

Summary: In this story, Tom didn't grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader's sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Warnings: Arranged marriage

Word count: 3.6k

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Part 14 - Gaunt Manor

The weeks after Nagini had shed and you had added her skin into the antidote got more and more exhausting. The potion needed tending up to twelve times a day now and unfortunately, you didn’t own a time turner. Both Tom and you had not gotten a full night’s sleep in a while and it started to show. Every day that went by seemed to last for an eternity while the circles under your eyes carved deeper and deeper by the minute.

The curriculum had gotten more challenging, as the teachers were preparing their students for the N.E.W.T.s. Homework was harder and more time-consuming than in the years before and you had to study for hours afterwards as well. These things alone were enough to wear out most students from year seven. Because of that, thankfully no one got suspicious of how drained you looked. Except for Camille. She had started to ask a lot of uncomfortable questions whenever you had left to take care of the potion. She knew you too well. Sneaking out every two hours to go to the Come and Go Room on top of your studies and school work had drained you to the point where you must have looked like a walking corpse.

One day, when Professor Leveret dismissed you after an exceptionally long Astronomy lesson in the late evening, you had reached your breaking point and were on the brink of tears, pondering about failing every single subject at the end of the term. There was little to no energy left inside of you. So little, you couldn’t even bring yourself to cry, but merely stared into space with reddened eyes and parted lips. Tom brought you to his room that night and went to the Come and Go Room alone. And when you were in bed, you were too tired to fall asleep. You never knew that was even possible. But once you weren’t distracted anymore, your mind started to wander. It was impossible to keep up with everything at once. You would either fail your N.E.W.T.s or spoil the potion. The latter would be worse of course and for no price would you let your sister down, so you mentally prepared yourself to leave Hogwarts without graduating. Oh, there were the tears. Finally. They ran and flowed along with hollow sobs and wouldn’t stop now that they were coming.

What if the Gaunts were so appalled by your failure that they would call the wedding off before you could cure Elsie? They could easily paint you as a disgrace for not completing school and make your sister pay for it. No matter how it would turn out, they would take it out on her. The plan had worked so well until now and yet you were still desperately trapped inside Marvolo’s web.

Half an hour must have passed when Tom came back. The cushion beneath you was damp from the tears that had rolled down your cheeks and you held your breath to prevent another whimper from escaping your mouth. You hastily wiped your face and turned your back on him, trying to breathe slowly and act as if you were asleep. But he noticed, of course. And even his well-chosen words of comfort couldn’t ease your mind. You couldn’t let yourself fall into his touch and allow yourself to drift off to sleep because you knew that in two hours, the circle would start once again.

The next day, when you sat on Tom’s sofa together to study for Transfiguration, and you had just started reading the same paragraph for the third time since you just couldn’t concentrate, it just rolled off your tongue.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Tom looked up from his book. “What, the twentieth chapter? I just-”

“No, not this,” you sighed and threw your book on the coffee table. “I mean everything. This whole situation. It’s too much.”

“Well,” he said and laid his book aside too. “It certainly is a challenging time. The N.E.W.T.s, the schoolwork and the antidote.”

Challenging was an understatement. “I just need a full night’s sleep, or two. And you do too. We need help, it’s inevitable.”

“Help?” he asked, brows raised. “What do you have in mind? Ask Hilt to look after the potion?” His expression changed once he had seen how you shifted. “No. Don’t tell me that’s what you were thinking.”

“I thought about asking Camille for help. She wouldn’t tell anyone and she’s always been great at Potions,” you explained. “And then I thought, Ben would ask her where she’s going all the time. He wouldn’t leave her alone anyway. So I considered telling them both.”

Tom looked like he had been petrified for a second, not moving a muscle. “But you’d have to tell him about the pact.”

“I know.”

“That’s what he was after since the beginning.”

“Yes. But I think we can trust him.”

“You think?” he asked. “Why, because he’s stopped Freda’s quill? That’s enough to gain your trust?”

“It’s not like we have a lot of options, Tom,” you replied, slowly but surely getting annoyed by his constant suspicions. “Camille wouldn’t be with him if he was a snitch.”

“We will just plan better. It won’t be easy, but we-”

“No. This is too much work for two people. Just look at us. We’re both barely keeping up. It won’t be long until we’re completely worn out. We need help.”

Tom’s brows were furrowed, still not convinced even if he understood. You stretched out your hand towards him and waited for him to hold it. “If we don’t ask for help we’re going to mess up. I’ll either fail my N.E.W.T.s or the antidote won’t be finished. No matter what happens, Elsie will pay for it. Please.”

Camille and Ben looked at Tom and you like you had both lost your minds when you took them to the seventh floor. They had asked so many questions on the way there, but you were far too tired to answer them all. Besides, they would just be able to see for themselves in a bit.

When you arrived, you said to them once more, “I’m going to show you something now. And it is unbelievably important that you understand this needs to stay between us. No one else must know.”

Camille and Ben nodded, both with serious and still confused looks o n their faces.

“And might I add,” Tom said as he looked directly at Ben. “That my memory charm is very powerful. If you can’t keep your mouth shut I’ll obliviate you and I might even make you forget that you have magic running through your veins.”

Ben nodded again. “Alright mate, I got it.”

The door to the Come and Go Room appeared and the two wore the same expression that you must have had when you had first seen it.

“Come in,” you said as you opened the door.

The room was a bit tight with the four of you in there. You stirred the liquid inside the cauldron like you did each time while Ben and Camille looked around curiously.

“A potions room?” Camille asked once the door had been closed. “Now, can you please tell us what’s going on?”

You looked at Tom, who stared back at you, lips pressed together and still unsure if what you were about to do was a good idea. But still, he nodded. He had every right to be suspicious, you had to admit now that you had brought them there. But Camille was to be trusted and frankly, you were far too tired to think of any consequences.

So you began to tell them everything from where it all had started, a day before the school year, at your house. Camille knew half of the story already, but once you told them about the Gaunts and that they were the ones who had cursed Elsie, she stood there wide-eyed, just like Ben.

“And this is why I wanted to ask you both for your help with the potion,” you said once you had told them every detail. “If you don’t mind of course. If you’re willing to help, everyone would just have to come here three times a day. That would make our lives a lot easier.”

They didn’t even need to look at each other and nodded right away.

“Of course,” Camille said. “It all makes sense now. Oh, you must be exhausted. Twelve times a day?”

“I can come more often if you want,” Ben chimed in. “I don’t have as much to do as you, my N.E.W.T.s are still a year away and I wouldn’t have bothered studying much this year anyway.”

“What a surprise,” Tom muttered, even though there was a hint of a smirk on his face.

“One more question,” Ben said. “What about the last ingredient? Banshee tears you said, right? Where are you going to get those?”

“Well. That’ll be the final obstacle.”

“My uncle owns a flask,” Tom explained. “He and my Grandfather will be out next week and we’ll go and try to get them. Our house-elves will be on high alert however, so it’s going to be risky.”

“So,” Ben said. “When are we going?”

“We?” Camille and you asked simultaneously.

“You can’t sneak your way in anyway with the elves around, right?” he said. “Four people are a better distraction than two. I’m in.”

“You weren’t even invited in,” Tom said.

“I don’t care,” Ben shrugged. “I’m still in if you need me.”

Tom sighed as he walked in circles around the cauldron, his hand covering his mouth while he considered Ben’s offer. “As much as I hate to admit it,” he then said. “I think you might be right. A distraction could be of benefit.”

“See?” Ben chuckled. “The muggleborn isn’t that dumb after all.”

“Oh brush off the arrogance, Hilt. We don’t have the flask yet.”

“Boys, please. Let’s discuss that another time and let me show you how to tend to the potion.”

You spent the following week planning for Saturday, when the Gaunts would leave their manor to attend the honouring of the Order of Merlin. You had also gotten some most needed hours of sleep. Not only that but just knowing that Camille and Ben were taking some weight off your shoulders made it much easier to concentrate on school and homework as well.

On Saturday evening, when you met at the school‘s fireplace connected to the Floo-Network, you went over your plan again.

“And don’t forget,” Tom said. “There are two house-elves. They’re loud, but not very bright. Much like some Gryffindors.”

Camille stifled a laugh and looked over to Ben.

“Mate,” Ben replied. “Can you stop bullying me? I’m helping you out here.”

“Sorry,” Tom answered and bit the inside of his cheek. “I was just joking.”

“Oh yes. Riddle’s first joke in eighteen years and of course I take the fall.”

“Guys,” you scolded. “Get it together. Do you remember everything?”

“Yes,” Camille replied. “We are Theresa Carrow and Connor Prewett, your new and very pureblooded friends. We’ll be distracting the house-elves while Tom and you look for the flask. Once you got it, Tom will obliviate them and we'll come right back here.”

“Alright then,” you said as you watched Tom disappearing inside the fireplace. “See you there.”

The green flames consumed you whole once you let the Floo Powder fall and transported you swiftly to Gaunt Manor, where you found yourself in a dark hallway, the reception hall, perhaps.

Tom was there already and offered his hand for you to step out of the fireplace. Camille came next, followed right by Ben. Before you could say anything, you heard two raspy, high-pitched voices coming your way.

“Who is it?” one voice asked. “Master? Is it you?”

“Show yourselves,” the other voice croaked and the elf snapped her fingers, making all the candles around the room light up. It still was dim, but you could see them a bit better now. Both of them were wrinkly and old, their faces scrunched up in suspicion. They didn’t look like the elves at your home but were hunching and worn out, completely different to Tummy. The male elf, Scrook, missed a large piece of his left ear and the female one, Hokey, walked with a severe limp.

“Master Riddle,” Scrook said once he had detected him and bowed tediously. “What do we owe the honour? Master Gaunt didn’t tell us you would visit today.”

“He didn’t?” Tom asked. “He must have forgotten. I told him that I’d come by today. Isn’t he here?”

“No Master,” Hokey answered. “They just left thirty minutes ago. Should we inform them for you?”

“Not necessary. I just wanted to treat my friends to dinner, you see. May I introduce you to Miss Carrow, Mister Prewett, and my fiancée.”

“Oh, networking, yes,” Scrook said and bowed once again. “Welcome to Gaunt Manor.”

“Shall we prepare some food for you, Master?” Hokey asked.

“Certainly. Bring my guests to the sitting room, will you? I’ll join in a bit.”

“Of course, Master. Of course.”

The two elves escorted Camille and Ben to the back, bickering and wrangling like an old couple.

“Quick now,” Tom whispered to you and walked the opposite way, towards the basement. The whole mansion was cold and dark, mahogany bleakly spread across the floors and even on some walls. The marble staircase in the entrance hall might have looked impressive, but only added to the frigid aesthetic of the house.

“Allow me to ask, Mister Prewett,” Scrook said while Ben and Camille took a seat. “What magical family do you belong to? I’ve never heard your last name before.”

“I, uh. I’m related to the Black family,” Ben said.

“The noble and most ancient house of Black,” Hokey crowed. “What an honour.”

The corridor to Morfin’s chamber was long, you had walked there for at least a minute, and it got even colder with every step you took. When you finally reached the door at the far end, Tom halted and you took a deep breath. He turned the doorknob, but the entry remained closed.

“Locked,” he said. “Alohomora.”

The door stayed shut. Tom frowned. That would have been too easy.

“A different spell?” you asked. “Or is there a key somewhere?”

He shook his head. “No. It’s a charm.”

Merlin’s beard. What could it be? What could Morfin have done to lock the door? Something that only he or Marvolo would be able to use.

“What about Parseltongue?” you asked. “Does Morfin know it too?”

“Yes,” Tom answered and proceeded to speak unfamiliar words in the language. The doorknob clicked and sprung open by itself. “There we go.”

Meanwhile, in the sitting room, one of the elves got more and more interested in Ben and Camille’s backstory. “Can Scrook offer you a drink Miss? Sir?” he asked, while Hokey was busy in the kitchen. “Please, if you don’t mind, Mister Prewett. Would you tell me how exactly you’re related to Arcturus Black? Master Morfin is on good terms with him and I wonder why I’ve never heard of you before.”

When you entered Morfin’s chamber you were surprised by its size. It was almost as large as the entire Potions classroom in Hogwarts. Dead bats and shrunken heads were hanging down from the low ceiling here and there, along with strange feathers and strings that must have been some creature’s strands of hair. Despite its size, the room was crammed with bottles, finished potions and ingredients of all sorts. It wasn’t messy, not at all, but very chaotic for anyone unfamiliar.

“Morfin arranges everything by type,” Tom said. “Liquids from living creatures must be in this corner then.”

You both started opening one drawer after another and looked for anything that could possibly be Banshee tears.

Ben and Camille still got cross-examined by Scrook. “Interesting, interesting. Mister Black is your great-uncle, you say. Have you met him lately?“

In the chamber, you had searched for over ten minutes already, and gone through hundreds of little flasks. The number of different liquids in this room must have been in the thousands. Slughorn’s stock was absurdly small compared to this.

“Can’t we just use a summoning charm?” you sighed, going through your fifteenth drawer of vials filled with animal blood.

“No,” Tom said while closing a drawer. “The elves would notice it immediately.”

You shoved yet another drawer shut. “Bloody hell. What if it’s hidden?”

“That’s possible,” he mumbled, still scanning over all the flasks inside the cupboard.

“Wait,” you said. “What if we’re looking in the wrong place?”

“All liquids are here, as I said.”

“Yes, but I just remembered. Slughorn said this years ago. Banshee tears when stored, turn into tiny, pearly white crystals.”

Tom lifted his head to look at you.

“Where are the solids stored?”

He pointed at the opposite corner of the room. “Over there.”

At the same time, Hokey brought appetisers into the sitting room. “Enjoy,” she grumbled, her tone not fitting her kind words.

“Thank you,” Ben said after he and Camille had taken some canapés from the tray.

Both elves froze, deeply offended. “Sir, you have not just thanked Hokey, have you?” Scrook asked.

“Of course not,” Camille answered, holding her head high. “What are you thinking? He thanked me for handing him a canapé.”

“I see,” Scrook said, eyes narrowed. “I’ll go and look for Master Riddle now. He’s taking awfully long, whatever he’s doing.”

“No!” Camille and Ben shouted which led the elf to turn back around.

“No,” Camille repeated, her voice a lot calmer. “I’d like to know more about this house. Can you tell us how long you have worked for the Gaunts?”

In the chamber, you went through the flasks and glass containers on the other side of the room, where the solid ingredients were stored, while Tom still roamed the liquids. And finally, between fairy wings and unicorn liver, lay a tiny flask of Banshee tears.

“Got it,” you called. “There it is.”

Tom walked right over and checked out the flask too. “Very smart thinking.”

“Let’s go.”

Scrook had gotten disturbingly close to Ben. “I’ll gladly tell you all about this house, Miss,” he said, not taking his eyes off the boy. “When Mister Prewett reveals his real name.”

“My real name?” Ben asked. “What do you mean?”

“You’re not a pureblood, are you?” the elf hissed. “I can smell it.”

“Excuse you, elf! I must have misheard you,” Camille bellowed. She was a much better actress than Ben. “You surely didn’t mean to insult Mister Prewett in that way. Now apologise.”

Before they knew it, Scrook had gripped Ben’s hand and pulled it towards himself, sniffing at the inside of Ben’s underarm. “I knew it!” the elf yelled. “Mudblood! Hokey quick, alarm the Masters!”

Hokey came running in from the kitchen at the same time as Tom and you arrived in the sitting room. All three of you stood there in the archway and looked at Camille, Ben and Scrook in disbelief.

“Traitors!” Scrook screamed and accidentally knocked the tray of canapés off the table. “What have you done, Master Riddle? Bringing a mudblood into these halls.”

Ben had finally wrenched his arm away from the elf, holding on to it tightly while standing up straight, his chest heaving.

“The Masters must know,” Scrook whined and turned around. “We have to tell them immediately, Hokey.”

“Enough,” Camille said as she rose from her seat. “Stupefy!”

In an instant, Scrook fell to the floor without another word, completely unconscious. Hokey let out a yelp at the sight, turned around and ran toward the kitchen.

“Quick, before she apparates,” you shouted.

“Stupefy,” Tom called with his wand pointed at Hokey. “We don’t have much time. The charm wears off on elves much quicker than on humans.”

Ben and Tom dragged the two elves to the entrance hall and dropped them next to the fireplace, while Camille cleaned up the mess on the floor, where the canapés had landed.

When you had gathered by the fireplace again, Scrook already opened his eyes, blinking slowly.

“Leave,” Tom urged and pointed his wand at the elves. “Obliviate.”

Camille went first and disappeared into the flames, followed by Ben and you.

Back in Hogwarts, when Tom stepped out of the fireplace, you finally felt like you were able to breathe again.

“We did it,” you said and fell into his arms. “I can’t believe we really did it.”

Tom held you for a moment, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, then moved his head and looked at Ben when he let go. “What happened?”

Ben still hadn’t calmed down. He rubbed his hands on his trousers and shook his head. “I don’t know. They were shocked when I thanked them for serving us food. Then the elf said he could smell that I’m not a pureblood.”

“You thanked them?” Tom asked. “Elves don’t accept that.”

“How am I supposed to know that? I’ve never seen a house-elf before.”

“Forget about that now,” Camille interrupted. “Did you get them? The Banshee tears.”

“Yes,” you said and pulled them out of your pocket. “We got them.”

Masterpost | Masterlist | Part 15

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daceydeath · 1 year

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Cigarettes and Cliche's

Pairing: Felix x Reader Word Count: 3.4K Genre: Slow Burn Romance, College Au, Warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of a fight, minor injuries

He was the most impractical guy for you to be interested in, the incredibly handsome cliché bad boy who collected girls like trophies. As hard as you wanted to hate him his persistence and hidden softer side just could be your undoing.

You had never claimed to be the perfect student, you were never the top of your class, but you were close, trying to get the best grades possible to allow you to go the best collage which in turn you hoped would get you the best job you could. Your parents had pushed you to become an accountant since you already knew you would not get marks high enough to be a doctor or a surgeon, and you dutifully followed their suggestions. Even applying to the university they wanted you to attend so caught up in making them proud of them you never stopped to think you might have been missing out on anything.

You knew that your parents loved you but they were not the most loving of people which is why you had always strode to please them, failures in grades were not tolerated. Once you hit puberty your mother had sat you down and told you that boys would ruin your life, dating was a waste of time and you would end up an unwed mother who didn't finish school which as far as she was concerned was the lowest of the low. You knew very well that if you were to even mention a boys name that was not a potential tutor or rival that you would be lectured again, leaving for university had brought on the same lecture and you had promised that it would never happen.

Which is how you came to find yourself sitting in a shared dorm room with a girl you liked but at the same time couldn't share a dorm with desperately trying to find somewhere else to live so you could maintain your grades and not fall behind with the amount of nights she had kicked you out so she could hook up. You didn't care that Nali enjoyed herself, it was her right to do so, but you did care that she often turfed you out before you could even get all of the things you needed before she did so or when she kicked you out still trying to wake up enough to know what was going on. The last time Nali had barely even let you pull a hoodie over your pajamas before she unceremoniously tossed you out into the hallway passed a stupidly handsome guy in a leather jacket who just smirked at you before walking into your dorm room and locking you out, it had to stop. So you started looking through the campus noticeboards calling anyone that sounded like they might be a good roommate or had a separate room for you to stay in.

You had called about 15 different people today either being too late to get the room or unable to afford the rent, but it hadn't phased you and you knew that you were going to have to get a proper job to support yourself and had been more successful on that front at least. You had a shift later that afternoon at a café about ten minutes from campus. The place was a small but fairly popular location for students to meet up away from the shared dorms but close enough that everyone could get there easily on foot. The last call you had left a voice message saying you had seen his notice and if the room was still available to call or message you but you would be at work so you might not be able to answer.

Work had been busy as usual people everywhere, rowdy student meet ups, study groups and quiet dates came and went until your break which gave you a little while to sit in the back and relax checking your phone to see if anyone had gotten back to you. The last guy surprisingly had messaged you:

Yang: Hello, the room is still available Miss Choi, would you like to meet after you have finished your work day for coffee to see if we would be compatible roommates?

Choi: Yes of course, would you like to meet at Counter Culture Café at 8:30?

Yang: I know the place I will meet you there, my other roommate can't make it but that won't matter we are very similar.

Choi: I will meet you at 8:30 then.

You were excited that it might actually work out this time but only if he wasn't creepy or weird, you would have to ensure that you met his roommate before you actually agreed to move in.

Time passed quickly for you for the rest of the shift not giving you too much time to get nervous about what this guy Yang might be like, so before you knew it you were almost clocked off as yet more people came and went but it was finally quietening down for the late shift. You went into the back to get out of your apron and made yourself a hot chocolate before going to sit at one of the empty table to wait for him scrolling your phone. At exactly 8:30 your phone rang which you answered quickly looking around at the café patrons.

"Miss Choi?" a young soft voice asked over the sounds of traffic and talking.

"Yes hello, I am sitting inside if you want to come in" you chirped in response feeling hopeful that he at lest sounded nice. The door opened and a very handsome young looking guy walking in still holding his phone to his ear.

"I'm in the doorway" he said quietly not wanting to disturb other patrons you guess.

"I'm waving at you now" you replied waiting for his eyes to land on you, when they did he gave you a tiny wave and ended the call dropping his phone back into his pocket.

"Hello Miss Choi, I'm Jeongin" he smiled giving off very friendly vibes which put you at ease quickly, the two of you making small talk while one of the other staff made him a drink.

"So Jeongin, what kind of roommate are you looking for?" you asked hoping it was going to line up with what you needed because he seemed like a genuinely nice guy.

"Both Seungmin and I are fairly reserved most of the time so we need someone who isn't going to want to throw parties, be rowdy or dramatic. Both of us are serious about our studying but also like our own space so it's important that we can all respect that about each other" he summarized for you.

"Good that is pretty much exactly what I need, I pretty much spend all my time studying, attending classes or working so you won't have any trouble from me in that sense" you smiled "What about rent and utilities?"

"The rent will be split three ways and you will just need to deposit it into the landlords account at the start of each month. He is pretty good if there is going to be a little delay as long as you warn him first and the utilities are covered currently if that changes though we will get notice about it" Jeongin explained softly before taking a sip of the chai latte he ordered.

"Are you sure you are ok with a female roommate?" you asked a little nervously.

"Of course, our last roommate was female, but she has gone overseas to finish her studies" he continued.

"Will I be able to meet Seungmin before I agree to take the room?" you questioned drinking the last of your hot chocolate.

"Of course, do you have classes tomorrow afternoon? Seungmin only has morning lectures and I only have night classes tomorrow so if you could make 3 o'clock that would work out for both of us" Jeongin explained looking at the schedule on his phone.

"I only have morning lectures too tomorrow so that should work out" you smiled feeling relieved that this might work out and you might actually be able to get beck to being ahead in your classes.

"It was lovely to meet you, I'll text you the address tomorrow and we can go from there" He grinned standing up and saying his farewells before you made your own way back to your dorm. You had a really hopeful feeling about how this would turn out which was a godsend after you got back to the dorm to find Nali on her knees in front of the hot guy in the leather jacket again.

After your first lecture you received a text from Jeongin saying that both of them would be home for 2 pm if you could make that and sending their apartment address, which you looked up and found was just a further five minute walk from your work which would be more convenient for you after late shifts. You arrived ten minutes early and texted Jeongin that you were there and just waited scrolling through your future course work on your phone and figuring out how and when you would be able to study between shifts at the café.

"Hello again" Jeongin greeted you from the large glass doors that marked the lobby of the complex.

"Hi Jeongin" you smiled at him his dimples appearing as you walked over to him.

"Seungmin is upstairs I thought it would be easier to come and get you rather than buzz you up in case you got lost" he grinned, you giggled in response and followed him to the lift and then up to the 10th floor. "Were apartment 102, 10th floor apartment 2". As he spoke the door swung open revealing another handsome although taller guy, both looked so young but you wouldn't complain unless they were slobs.

"Afternoon" the guy you assumed to be Seungmin smiled warmly letting you enter the apartment as he held the door.

"Hello, how are you?" you replied politely removing your shoes and stepping into the hallway.

"I'm well thank you, let me give you a tour" he stepped ahead of you and walked down the hallway "This door is my room, the door across is Jeongin's" you nodded and continued into the open plan area of the apartment "This is the kitchen and living room the bathroom is that door there and your room would be the door at the other side of the kitchen" he pointed out for you.

Walking over to the room that would be yours you opened the door and stepped in to look around. It was a basic room just a bed, desk and wardrobe but it was still bigger than what you had now and with a small private bathroom which meant no more sharing bathrooms.

"Which department are you guys in?" you casually queried hoping they were at least serious students.

"I'm in the Department of Medicine and Jeongin is in the Department of Engineering" Seungmin gestured between the two of them "What about you?"

"I'm in the Department of Economics" You nodded glad that they hadn't listed of something that would take up loads of room or be loud.

"What are your household jobs plans? do you have a schedule of who does what or is it just clean up after yourself?" you asked grinning back at them.

"There is a maid who comes in but we take care of our own rooms and we will just share the cooking and cleaning up. Seungmin and I just share the food bill so if that works for you we can split it three ways or you can buy your own if you would rather" His smile was growing with each question you asked.

"What about guests?" you asked trying to not seem embarrassed at the prospect of asking about their private activities.

"Neither of us have girlfriends, but our general rule is that guests are allowed as long as they aren't noisy or messy" Jeongin explained trying to seen as casual as he could.

"Oh that's great then I'm not seeing anyone either" you quickly reassure him "it's just that is the reason I need to move".

"Anything else you would like to know or see?" Seungmin asked softly.

"When can I move in?" you beamed happily at them.

"Would next weekend work for you?" Jeongin chuckled at your enthusiasm "both of us can help you with your stuff that way".

Meeting Jeongin and Seugnmin had been a stroke of luck for you and after a few months living together you were back to being in the top 3 of your class which is where your parent's were happiest with you. You had taken over a lot of the cooking for the three of you since you enjoyed it more than the cleaning and you could also bring leftovers from the café home for them which they always liked. They had turned out to be terrific room mates quiet, easy to talk to but also happy to not interrupt if you were studying and they had decided that on the weekends that you had Sunday night off you would watch a movie all together you were fast becoming close friends, despite your parent's constant protests that they would only distract you from your studies.

You knew that on the Saturday you worked they both went out, you often came home to an empty apartment or is you had worked an afternoon you would cross as they headed out but it never bothered you they never brought anyone loud home. That changed though when the summer break came and you could work more day shifts instead of weekends and evenings, you took up your bosses offer to allow some of the others to take the later shifts to give them more experience after promising you would get them back after the university year started up again.

"Come on, you never come with us to parties" Jeongin teased as he asked your opinion on his outfit choice.

"She never goes to parties" Seungmin quipped dryly making you roll your eyes at him.

"Seung is right I am the most boring person alive" you sighed dramatically turning your attention back to Jeongin "wear the denim jacket not the black one it looks better with the lighter color pants".

"What about you come to just this one party and I will never ask again?" Jeongin pouted changing his jacket at your suggestion.

"Or how about I don't and you still don't ever ask me again?" you countered poking his soft cheek with your finger to stop him pouting at you.

"Fine I will just keep asking forever then" Jeongin huffed poking his tongue out at you as he grabbed his wallet and keys. "But can you take an outfit pic for me?"

"Of course you big baby" you laughed at his about face you took several shots of each of them knowing they would be up on socials later and waved them off settling down to make some dinner and then watch a movie before you decided if you would take the night off studying or not.

Ending up studying before the movie you realized that it was almost 11 before you even thought about what to watch so instead you just on the drama Seungmin had been raving about so you could at least try to figure out what is was that was so addictive to him. Halfway through the episode your phone rang, fishing it from you pocket you glanced at the screen before answering.

"Jeongin I already told you I am not going to the party" you sighed into the phone.

"Hello?" a strange male voice asked on the other end.

"Jeongin this isn't funny" you replied dryly "you are too old to be playing stupid pranks while drunk".

"Hi this is Jeongin's friend Chan, is this his room mate Choi?" he asked seeming confused by your reactions.

"Yeah this is her, why are you calling me?" you were suspicious of whatever the motive for this call was.

"Look I'm downstairs with a few friends, Jeongin can't remember the door code and Seungmin got into a fight as is a bit out of it" he explained as you walked over to the intercom.

"Ok I can see a bunch of you on the camera where are Seung and Innie?" you asked slowly not willing to let them into the building if this was some kind of scheme.

"Guys wave to your room mate" you heard him say as Jeongin stumbled towards the camera and held down the button to speak to you.

"I had...soooooo much fun.....Seungy got punchy...such prick" he giggled smiling brightly at the camera.

"They fucking started it" Seungmin yelled in the background "fucking dicks"

"Yeah, yeah tiger" one of the other guys helping Seungmin stand up chuckled.

"Ok can you remember what apartment we live in?" you sighed already fed up with them but knowing you would still be looking after them for the rest of the night.

"102, we already know" Chan chuckled as you buzzed them in the main door and waited for them to drag the two boys to your apartment, getting out the medical kit, some painkillers and bottles of water for them. They announced themselves with a loud bang against the door and mashing of key code buttons before you opened it trying to hide your laugh as Jeongin swore at the door handle.

"Boys, not cool" you groaned teasingly stepping aside to let the other boys drag them into the living room. "Jeongin drink some water and take those pills, Seung let me have a look at you". They both just grunted at you as they were sat down by their friends Jeongin looking like a puppy getting scolded and Seungmin like he wanted to argue but knew it would be pointless.

"So what happened?...." you turned to the others looking at them patiently waiting for one of them to fill in the blanks for you trying hard not to be distracted from your own question by how attractive they were.

"I'm Chan" the guy who was the voice on the phone introduced himself easily making you smile at him "Jeongin is just drunker than usual but Seungmin got into a fight with some guys over a girl, I didn't see the fight".

"Did anyone see the fight?" you blinked a few times as you moved Seungmin's hair out of his face to look him over quickly.

"Yeah Seung was pissed that some guys were disrespecting some chick when he said something about it one of them pounced" the buff one answered "Oh Changbin by the way".

"Thanks Changbin by the way" you chuckled still trying to not openly stare at his large arms so you began looking over Jeongin as he giggled at something on the floor "and thanks for bringing them home".

"Seungmin didn't take any punches to the head, it was all body damage but he's ok" the pretty one in the leather jacket smirked his voice deep and smoky "Think its the booze and the punches that has made him unsteady" you turned to look at him and your eyes widened when you recognized him from coming home with Nali and instantly your mood soured.

"Good to know" you mumbled turning back to the others "Thank you again for getting them home I can take it from here" you turned back to Jeongin, and heard them walk back down the hall to the front door.

"She's cute for a nerdy little mouse" you heard the pretty one mutter but you ignored him feeling like your body was betraying you head, he was easily the prettiest man you had ever seen but you knew he was not the type of guy to look twice at you.

"Felix" Changbin warned softly his voice harder than it had been a second ago.

"What she is though, no wonder they have been keeping her secret" you could almost here the smirk in his voice making you frown.

"Dude you can't fuck their room mate" Chan scolded quietly all of them probably assuming that you couldn't hear them "You will just fuck everything up for them again like last time".

"The last one wasn't my fault that was all Hyunjin" he coolly snapped as the front door was closed behind them ending your eves dropping.

"Now boys lets get you cleaned up and off to bed yeah" you smiled sadly as you looked over Seungmin's knuckles to see if they needed disinfecting.

A/N: Thanks for reading there will be more interesting stuff in the next part this was just the scene setter. As always my darlings any likes, comments and reblogs are eternally loved xx

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Detours to you - ch 15

Good evening/day/night...

Here I am with a niche fluffy holiday chapter. In real life the solstice is two week away, but in Orynth it's celebration time...

I promise nothing but fluff ❤️

MASTERLIST

A week had passed and the solstice was finally upon them. Aelin had recovered from her injuries and had already gone back to work claiming that the shop was busy and she could not leave Elide and Lys alone. But on that day and the one after they were closed as in Orynth tradition.

At home she had decorated the house with Rowan and Maya. The fun day was meant to be a week before but she had preferred a fight and a bit of drama. However, the following day Rowan had retrieved a big box of decorations he had collected from her old flat and the three of them had a great day decorating and while she studied father and daughter, she had realised that she had never felt any happier. The scene reminded her of her childhood with her father getting the house ready.

Now, on the morning of the solstice, Rowan was downstairs in the kitchen making breakfast. It was a holiday so he was preparing waffles with ice cream and strawberries. Aelin and Maya arrived twenty minutes later, his daughter clearing sleep away from her eyes with her fists.

“Morning ladies,” his voice full of cheerfulness.

“Gee whitethorn, you have too much energy already.”

In one long stride he walked to her and gently placed a mug in her hand and a gentle kiss on her cheek, then he turned to Maya, helped her to climb on her chair and placed her pwn glass of chocolate milk.

He had found a version specific for kids with no sugars and high in calcium. If she wanted to have it as a breakfast drink, he had to make sure it was healthy. The sugary breakfast that morning was a one off due to the holiday.

Waffles ready he distributed them and for a moment silence fell until Maya rose her hands in the air “I finish.”

“Do you want a few more strawberries?”

“No, presents.” She scurried down the chair but Rowan stopped her “Maya, back on the chair. No presents until mum and I are done.”

She sat on the floor in protest and folded her arms at her chest. A deep pout painted on her face “You are so slow.”

Aelin tried not to laugh “Dad is right, wait for us.”

“But I finished.”

Rowan went to pick up Maya and sat her on his lap “Come on, have another strawberry.”

“No, I want my presents.”

It was twenty minutes later after they were done and Maya had been protesting loudly the whole time. Rowan then grabbed her potato sack style and stomped in the living room “You have no patience just like your mother.”

Aelin followed behind “Hey, I heard you.”

Rowan smiled “When it comes to food or presents you are the same.”

She plopped on the sofa “Lies.”

“So, present time,” he grabbed one and passed it to Aelin. It was an envelope and he did not miss her disappointed face. Which turned quickly as soon as she saw what was inside “Rowan, how did you know? I have been dying to try this new spa in ages.”

He smiled “I know. I heard you speaking about it once I was in the shop. You Elide and Lys were non stop.”

“Ro, it’s three passes.”

He nodded “You can take El and Lys with you.

“What about the shop?”

“Well, if you ladies go on a weekend I can work there, take Maya with me and I can ask Aedion too.”

Aelin looked at him puzzled.

“Hey, I can ask Fenrys, the man can charm anyone.”

“Rowan I…”

“Ae, you deserve a break. And this is it. You three ladies have a day off.” He winked “I just thought that with friends was a better experience than alone. And I got you a great package.”

“Thank you.”

Aelin had gifted Rowan a photo book with a lot of Maya’s pictures. Her entire journey from the day she was born “It’s not much but I had no idea what to give you.”

Rowan looked at Aelin with soft eyes “It’s perfect.”

He opened the first page with Maya’s hand in the paint.

“Dad, who is it?” Asked Maya crawling closer and looking at the pictures.

“This is you, my love.”

Then it was Maya’s turn. Aelin had gifted her a few books, a LEGO set and then the reason why their daughter was now running around screaming.

Aelin had got her hands on three behind the scenes VIP passes for a meet and greet with the Stags.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes! I want Dorian to write my jersey.”

Aelin laughed “we can ask him for an autograph.”

She then turned to Rowan “The third pass is of course for you.”

“Wonder if the women’s team will be there?” He joked “I have my crushes too.”

“Now it’s my turn.” He disappeared upstairs and came back a few minutes later with a big box.

Maya rose on her knees all excited.

With Rowan’s help she tore the paper and gasped at the present. It was a telescope.

According to a lot of reviews that was the best model for kids her age and for beginners “I know you have one at grampa’s but this one you can keep it in your room and it’s all yours. When you are older you can use mine.”

Maya jumped in his arms “I love it.”

“Now we need to wait for the snow to melt and we can go in the garden and look at the stars.”

Around eleven they were ready to go the grandparents.

Maya had decided that she was not changing and was remaining in her new elf pyjama. Both parents tried but in the end they were just going to Aelin’s parents.

“Just the jacket and the thick socks, please?”

“Fine,” she conceded while Aelin finished preparing and Rowan was outside getting the car ready. He had got it back the previous day. Until then, he had taken Aelin and Maya to the shop with him and retrieved after he finished work. Aelin’s car was still in his driveway but he was not letting her drive it until the weather got better.

“Are we ready?”

Aelin was fighting trying to make Maya wear her jacket “Why is the munchkin not ready yet?”

“Because apparently she has picked today to make her own opinion on everything. Now it’s shoes and jacket.”

“Elves don’t wear jackets and shoes.”

Rowan sighed “well, the car will be warm by now. Let’s go tornado.”

“I am not a tornado. You are a tall stupid fairy.”

“Maya!!” Aelin climbed at the back with her daughter to place her in the car seat “Apologise to dad.” She has seen Rowan’s expression darken all of a sudden “Come on.”

“Sorry dad.”

Rowan turned “it’s okay, baby.”

Aelin joined him at the front and her hand landed on his thigh. Rowan squeezed her hand and then set the car in motion.

The Galathynius’ house appeared in the distance surrounded by trees and snow. Aelin’s parents lived just outside the city. Not as far as Rowan but enough to have a more secluded atmosphere.

“Can I get off?”

Rowan stopped the car and Aelin ran at the back to free Maya “Stay there, you can’t walk in the snow.”

Alerted by the sound of the car crunching the snow, Evalin and Rhoe appeared at the door and Maya became excited to see her grandparents and tell them all about her presents.

Rhoe closed the distance “Maya!”

“Granda! Look I am elf!”

The man laughed “you are a cold feet elf, let’s get inside.”

Rhoe took his granddaughter inside while Aelin and Rowan grabbed their stuff. Aelin had brought a bottle of wine and Rowan had insisted on baking, although he knew Evalin had likely prepared a feast for an army. Then the usual bag that Aelin carried with Maya’s stuff.

Once inside, Evalin greeted them both and Maya ran to them all excited “Grandad gave me socks.”

Rowan’s hand went to his hips “Oh so you wear socks if grampa says so?”

She wiggled her foot and showed her parents the thick woollen socks with pandas on.

“Well, Rowan, how can we compete? Ours were just plain blue.”

Satisfied, Maya ran away and the two walked to the kitchen were the most amazing smell hit their senses. Rowan had almost forgotten how an amazing chef Evalin was.

“This smells amazing, Evalin.”

“Thanks Rowan, I went with some of your favourites too,”

He smiled and offered her his container “I made cinnamon rolls last night.”

After Evalin politely shooed Rowan away she pulled her daughter to her “So, you seem better.”

Aelin nodded, grabbing the glass of wine her mum gave her “He almost lost us because I was stubborn and Maya was suffering for our fights. So we talked and we are working on things.”

“Good,’ added Evalin while stirring “Do not let him go again, Aelin. Men like Rowan are rare.”

Aelin knew. She knew how lucky she was having a sort of second chance with him. The few dates she had been on had been an utter disaster and Sam had fled the second date after she had confessed she had a daughter.

“How’s the little tornado adjusting to her dad?”

Aelin chuckled “she has him already whipped.”

“Go, join them. I will be there soon with food.”

She left the kitchen and carried the tray of appetisers and a bottle of wine for the adults and some juice for Maya. She passed a glass to Rowan but he stopped her “I don’t drink.”

Aelin forgot that he was really strict when it came to alcohol, especially when he was driving.

“I’ll take orange juice like Maya.”

“Maya, did you tell your grandpa about your presents?”

Rhoe laughed “Oh yes, she gave me a full account.” He then turned to Rowan “So, how’s work?”

Rowan grabbed his glass of juice and leaned back on the sofa “Getting used to it, it’s a lot of paperwork and inspections and meetings but I love it.”

“Good,” he added “your predecessor left a bit of a mess.”

“He was a doodoo head.” Added Maya while busy colouring her book.

“Maya what did we say about such words?”

“Sorry.”

During dinner Maya sat between her grandparents and entertained the whole family.

Rowan was coming back from the toilets when he spotted a door that looked familiar. He pushed it open and found out it was the piano room. He stepped inside and memories flashed back to him. Of a time of happiness. With his finger he gently brushed the wooden lid. He hadn’t heard Aelin play in a long time. She was so good and shy and he would push her to practice and play for him every time they were at her house. Slowly he lifted the lid and sat on the bench. With his fingers he pressed some random buttons making nothing but a metallic sound.

“I doubt the Terrasen National Orchestra will call you soon to play for them.”

He turned at the voice and saw Aelin leaning against the door frame. She then walked to him and he looked up at her.

Aelin stared at Rowan and her mind replayed the memories of the last time they were together in that room. Her hand carded in his long silver hair and his eyes closed at the gesture.

“I haven’t…” she paused “I haven’t played the piano since the last time you and I were here,” she confessed while sitting beside him “Life happened, I let you go and I felt empty and with that I lost the desire to play.”

Rowan pulled her closer and in that moment Aelin placed her fingers on the keys and a gentle melody started to play in the room. His arm wound around her waist and he just listened as the tune evolved in a crescendo of joyful music.

She finished and turned to him. Rowan stared at Aelin in her deep blue eyes. She inched closer and her lips closed on his.

Rowan cupped her cheek and then pulled back “Aelin…”

“I am sorry.”

“No,” he said, kissing her gently again “It’s just that I don’t think I am there yet.”

Aelin was about to pull away from him completely, but Rowan kept her close. With his finger he lifted her chin to stare in the depth of her blue eyes “My feelings are a mess. I…” he paused “If we decide to go ahead with whatever this is, we need to make sure we are not in love with the echo of what we were five years ago.” His hand gently removed a rebel lock of hair from her face “We have Maya to think about and I want us to be real, our feelings to be real and not just memories of what we were.”

Aelin nodded and leaned against him and Rowan kissed her head and enveloped her in his arms “I want to try, Aelin.” A soft whisper and she searched his stare.

“Maybe we can start with a good old fashioned date?”

Her lips crashed against his again “I’d love to, chief.”

Not long after Maya and her parents walked in the room and they all celebrated the rest of the afternoon in the room, with Aelin playing and all singing songs together.

Aelin stared at the falling snow while her fingers moved on the keys as if those five years had never happened. She looked at Rowan and at her daughter at her side and let the music grew and soar.

Rowan pulled her closer with Maya tucked between them and kissed Aelin.

In that snowy solstice days the notes of music carried the flakes of hope to the skies.

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missyaess · 1 year

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Until you get to know someone pt- 1.

Katsuki Bakugo x reader

tw: depression,anxiety and stress , maybe a little uncharacteristic for Bakugo? I’m not sure it’s my first fic :p

(Angst,frenemies to lovers)

As everyone gathered around Midoriya’s desk to talk about the exam you all just had,you were at your desk trying not to bawl your eyes out.You had always been a gifted child since elementary school -according to your parents- yet right now you were not living up to your potential -also according to them.-

It seemed like no matter what you did you were never good enough,like you used to be when you got into UA.Ever since the school year started you’d been having trouble sleeping,studying,eating,training and making friends.You didn’t imagine your years at UA would pass like this but here you were,another probably failed exam and no one to talk about your problems.

There were some people who tried to get close to you,like Mina and Uraraka but you never quite felt like you fit in with their groups.You didn’t feel enough and that made you uncomfortable.After a while you assumed they lost interest in you but they would still say good morning every day and talk to you during the day sometimes .You were really grateful for the little amount of human communication you were getting thanks to their kindness.No one was being mean or excluding you,it was just your own doubts and insecurities getting in your way.You knew that,yet it was harder to overcome your demons then simply just acknowledging them.

Yes, no one was bad.Except Katsuki Bakugo.You don’t know why but ever since you met him,he has been nothing but a pain in your ass.You would’ve expected him to pick on someone academically challenging to him,yet your grades were nowhere near his grades.You couldn’t fight back against him for too long either,so you had no idea why but he picked on you more than anyone else.You weren’t sure whether he was you as a friend or opponent or someone he hated.

A loud bang came from the door being pulled too harshly,and you didn’t need to look up to know who just came into the classroom.

He passed midoriya’s desk and stopped right in front of yours,your head buried in your arms as you were holding yourself back.

-So how was the exam for everyone?

You knew he was talking directly to you but ignored it.Everyone else answered him but his gaze was locked on you.After seeing you were ignoring him like you usually did,he kneeled next to your desk so he could see your face.

-Did ya not hear me?

-Now is not A good time, Kacchan.

You said in a mocking tone like you usually did while talking to him,without lifting your head up.

-I told you to stop calling me that!

-And I told you to stop bothering me!

He kicked your desk and you lifted your head at this.

-What the hell is your problem?Can’t you see I’m not willing to entertain you right now?Just give me a break!

He was taken aback by your response,which was unlike your usual snarky comeback.You noticed how everyone was looking at you by now and most of them had their eyes wide open at the scene in front of them.Everyone was used to your usual banter but they never saw you this angry.Just when you thought things couldn’t get worse,Bakugo came in the picture and ruined it further.You couldn’t deal with this right now.You got up and left the classroom as you felt the stare of a certain blonde behind your head.

You went into your dorm room and crashed into your bed.When you thought back to all your classmates witnessing you screaming like a toddler,even tho Bakugo deserved it, was embarrassing to think about.Today couldn’t get any worse.You dozed off into a much needed sleep.

After what felt like 15 minutes of sleep but was actually 2 hours as the clock showed, you heard a knock on your door.Grumpily,you got up and opened it.It was the last person you wanted to see right now.

-You look horrible.

As Bakugo said,you probably did look horrible with a drool on the side of your face and messed up hair.You decided to ignore his comment.

-What are you doing here?

Bakugo huffed and put his hands in his pockets.

-Look we were just talking in the common room with all the other dumbasses and…

As he took more time to gather his words you were becoming more and more impatient.He noticed this and stumbled on his words a little bit.This shocked you.

-L-Look what I’m trying to say is…I didn’t know you were going through a tough time and…I guess I shouldn’t have done that…

You were shocked,was Bakugo Katsuki,THE Bakugo Katsuki trying to apologize to you?You’ve never once seen him apologize, not even to his friends.

-Yeah,you shouldn’t have.

You crossed your arms on your chest.You couldn’t believe what was happening right now.You were going to enjoy every second of his torture.

-Well then maybe you shouldn’t have been such a-!

Bakugo stopped himself abruptly.Classic,you thought.Even as he was trying to apologize he still couldn’t hold his tongue back.

You didn’t feel angry or sad anymore,somehow a simple not-so apology from Bakugo made your day way better.Maybe because you knew how hard this must be for him.Maybe because you’ve never thought he looked cuter than he did right now.

-Thanks for trying to apologize,it means a lot.

You said truthfully and his eyes widened with surprise.You took a step closer to him and smiled.He was blushing,hard.

-Is this really so embarrassing for you?

You asked enjoying this new side of him.He got even redder at this and took a step back.

-Hah,you wish!I’ll see you tomorrow ya extra.

With that he hurried away,turning around to look if you were still looking once he took a couple steps and stuttering to himself when he saw you were.

You suddenly felt uplifted and better.Something felt like it changed today and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.But you knew you were looking forward to tomorrow.

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novellagg · 5 months

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NOW PLAYING ──

[▶] Clip 1: Scaredy cat line playing a horror game on a livestream, but Eunjeong and Sujin can't stop swearing.

They hadn't even played 5 minutes of the game, yet Aina was already cowering in the back of the webcam, passing the mouse over to Sujin instead. Once their character reached an ominous looking black door, Su-Jin abruptly paused.

“There is no way I'm going inside.”

“Come on guys, it isn't even that scary-” Eunjeong snatched the mouse from Su-Jin and opened the door. Suddenly, a loud scream emerged from the computer's speakers- “FU**”

The room instead filled with their silent laughter and wheezing as they tried to recover from the jumpscare. Meanwhile, the live chat struggled to keep up with the amount of ‘ㅋㅋㅋ’ and ‘jajaja’ being spammed.

Two more jumpscares and a lot more swearing later, a staff member came into the room and hurriedly told them to end the live.

A few days later, Aina went live again, this time alone in her studio.

“Did you get scolded?” She giggles while hiding her face in her hands, “yeah the unnies got scolded a lot by our manager… I think they might be banned from going live.”

[▶] Clip 8: Nari is worryingly competitive during the pepero game.

“Hey. don't pull away from me no matter what.” Nari gave Aina an 'ok' gesture with her hands as she placed the chocolate stick between her lips.

“Okay, whenever you're ready.” The MC spoke from behind Nari and Aina, watching closely to make sure there was no foul play.

Nari and Aina moved towards each other with sudden haste, causing the members to let out a chorus of shocked gasps. For just a moment, Aina hesitated and began to laugh, but Nari kept going, causing them to kiss abruptly before falling apart.

The entire studio erupted into chaos.

“What?! Did you just kiss??” Someone yelled.

Aina looked defeated, lying on the floor and clutching her stomach as she let out a painful laugh.

“Hey! So what!" Nari jumped up with the crumb in her hands and kissed Sujin on the cheek.

Amongst all of the pandemonium, the MC just stood there, confused, and in silence.

[▶] Clip 12 + 13: Dambi being a homosexual on ‘Bi-Live’.*

*Bi-Live is what she calls her live streams.

"Have you ever given white day chocolates? No, I went to an all girls school.” She kept reading through the live comments absentmindedly, “I got a lot of Valentines Day chocolates, though.”

“Which idol is most your type? Oh-” she doesn't even take 2 seconds to think before answering-“fromis_9 Jiheon, she's so pretty.” Dambi chose to politely ignore the ‘I meant a male idol’ comment that shortly followed.

[▶] Clip 15: Aecha being interrogated by Jonathan on theKstarnextdoor for her compulsive butt spanking habits.

“This next one is for Aecha Noona. K-Butt sniper-” Nari, Haeun, and Dambi instantly burst out laughing.

“Wow. I had a feeling this was gonna to be talked about.” Nari jested while smiling.

“Yeah, it really needs to be brought up more. It's becoming troublesome.” Dam-Bi added with a straight face.

“We have multiple pictures of you touching the members butts, is there a magnet or…? What do you have to say for yourself?” Jonathan held up a collage of at least 20 pictures.

Aecha giggled nervously, pupils shaking as she scanned the paper. “Um, how do I respond to this?-" The studio audibly laughs around her- “their butt's are very satisfying to squeeze, like a fidget toy you know?” Her hands were squeezing the air in a very, *questionable* way.

“Ok, that's nice, but can you please put your hands down? I don't want our show to be rated 19+.”

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A/N: whoops, guess who made this in a rush instead of studying for their mock exams (*＾3＾)/～☆ i wasn't gonna post this but i spent so long trying to edit the graphic in my tablet so i thought i'd share ♡ creds to @/desi6ner for the template!

#fake kpop group #kpop oc #fictional idol community #fictional idol group #novellagg #.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ . ── (ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢꜱ)#fake kpop girl group

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blueboxesandtrafficcones · 4 months

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So This is Love

Day 15 of 2019′s 31 Days of Ficmas Thanks to @doctorroseprompts for the prompt list! Prompt: love Rating: M (nsfw) Pairing: 10xRose (AU) Summary: A Cosier With You fic. A year after taking their relationship from mutual pining to madly in love, Rose and James discuss next steps. Based on this: https://www.tumblr.com/memeuplift/728565011847544832 2019 31 Days of Ficmas masterlist Cosier With You Masterlist AO3

“So, is this our first or second Christmas together?" Rose asked from her spot on the couch, curled beneath a soft throw with a mug of cocoa, relaxing after hanging most of the ornaments on his tree and enjoying the Winter Wonderland they’d transformed his flat into.

Stretching to put the star on top of the tree, James shot her a look. “When’s our anniversary?”

“Good question.” She licked her lips, focusing on the sliver of skin revealed as his shirt rode up. “I mean, Christmas Eve, I guess. First date, said I love you, shagged. Pretty much hit all the benchmarks on day one, right?”

“Fair.” He stepped back from the tree towards her as he studied it, hands on his hips. “What d’you think, is it good?”

She took a snap of him with her mobile, enchanted with the way the lights of the tree framed him before focusing on his question. “Yeah, good from here.”

“Good.” He threw himself onto the couch next to her, laughing when she yelped. “As for the anniversary question… we could say the twentieth, as that’s when I actually asked you out. Gives it a little breathing room from the holiday.” Stealing a sip of her cocoa, he waggled his eyebrows.

“It’s only December 3rd, so we’ve got some time to decide,” Rose shrugged, smiling and wiping away a bit of whipped cream that stuck to his lip. With the fire crackling merrily, and most of the light coming from it and the tree, it was a properly cozy and romantic setting. “Maybe the twentieth is a good idea – we’d never be able to celebrate day-of if we said Christmas Eve.”

They met in the middle for a sweet kiss, and she liked how he tasted of peppermint and chocolate.

“Just let me know what you prefer,” he murmured when they separated. “So I can plan accordingly. For now, though, how’s takeaway sound?”

“Perfect. Your turn to pay, though.”

James made a face but acquiesced, passing over his mobile with doordash already open. “Pizza or curry?”

“Mhmm… pizza,” she quickly found their favorite place, ordering their usual. “I like that we can just say ‘pizza’ and we already know exactly what to order and from where.”

“Me too- oh, can you add on extra cheesy bread?”

Grinning Rose just turned the screen to face him, showing she’d already done just that. “Get out of my head.”

He laughed, digging his fingers into her side and making her squeal. “C’mere.”

She fell into him, still holding the mobile. “Hang on, let me make sure you got the confirmation – I’m still annoyed about last time, that it didn’t go through. Nothing worse than waiting on food that’s not coming.” They looked at the screen together as she navigated to his email, clicking somewhat blindly on the first message with a subject of Order Confirmation.

And then froze when instead of the expected receipt, a generic graphic of a diamond ring turning came up under a banner reading Congratulations, your order has shipped!

Holy shit. That’s an engagement ring.

James had gone very still next to her; she wasn’t sure he was even breathing, and in a split-second decision, she backed out to his inbox and found the right email.

“Looks like forty minutes until delivery,” she commented, tone deliberately light. “We should try to straighten up before that – it looks like a Christmas bomb went off in here.”

“Okay.”

She pressed her lips to his cheek, lingering a moment too long to be a peck, before getting to work.

They managed to get the unused lights back into the storage bins before catching each other’s eye, and a shared smile quickly grew into giggles until she was leaning against him.

“Why are we laughing?” he asked, chuckling all the while, and she started dumping the extra decorations on top of the lights.

“I don’t know.”

She looked up to find him smiling widely. “But you do know.”

Rose beamed back at him, tears pricking at her eyes as they just looked at each other with soft smiles.

The doorbell interrupted their moony eyes, James breaking for the door while Rose set the table, and they were soon seated quietly side by side, pressed together from ankle to hip with the food arrayed in front of them.

“So…” Rose focused on separating her slice from the rest of the pizza, carefully pulling apart the stubborn bits of cheese. “Is it here?”

He went still for a moment, before wiping his mouth. “Yep.”

“Is it hidden?” She looked over at him, nibbling on the end of the slice, heart thumping as he nodded, holding her gaze. “Can we play hot or cold with it?”

“Absolutely fucking not,” he said firmly, making her laugh. “Do- should- I mean… is this something we need to… have a conversation about?”

Rose gave an overexaggerated shrug. “I mean, I haven’t run screaming…” she teased, nudging him with her elbow. “Well, where should my expectations be? Is this part of the anniversary conversation?”

He shifted in his chair, an uncomfortable expression on his face, making her heart fall slightly. “Uh, to be perfectly honest, I don’t know if we’re there yet.”

Her brow furrowed, back straightening as she put the pizza down. “You bought the ring, have it hidden as we speak, but you don’t know if we’re there yet?” It took effort to keep her tone even. “I mean, I don’t necessarily disagree, but… you bought the ring.”

“Rose-” James pushed back from the table a bit, turning to face her and taking her hand. “That’s where this is going. For me, at least, it has from the beginning. I want to be ready for when we’re ready, but… we don’t even live together yet. And… I was gonna ask you at Christmas, but to be honest, that’s all I was going to ask you. To move in with me. Or I move in with you. Or we move in together in a brand-new place, if that’s what you want.” He exhaled. “To me, we’re still laying the foundation. But I’ve got designs clear up to the sky.”

“Me too,” she said softly, caressing his face with her free hand, memorizing it in this moment. “I want everything with you, and this last year has only confirmed that. I want to savor these steps, and when you ask me, I’m going to say yes. You know that, don’t you?”

He nodded, leaning in for a kiss but hesitating at the last moment. “When I ask you to move in, or-”

“Both.” Sliding her hand around his neck she pulled him close, and they kissed softly, broken by shared giggles.

When they finally pulled apart and returned to their now-cold pizza, Rose grinned at him. “I think it’s so cool that it’s here. It’s literally in the flat with us and I have no idea where. Does feel a little unfair that I don’t get to wear it, though,” she stuck out her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. “Don’t you want me to try it on at least, make sure it fits?”

“Who says you haven’t?” he challenged, taking a long sip of his wine. “You sleep like the dead, and it’s been here for a few weeks. Can you be sure it hasn’t been on your finger, yet?”

The idea was thrilling, and her cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much. “You got any proof?”

He just shrugged, eyes mischievous. “You know, when you first found that email I was so mad that the surprise is ruined, but thinking about it, this could be a lot of fun. You’ll never know if it’s the moment or not. Every time I take your hand, or stop to tie my shoe, or tell you I love you… just for a second, you won’t know if it’s the moment or not. I think I’m going to enjoy this.”

“So you want to spend the holidays waging psychological warfare on me?” she asked, amused. “Nice.”

“Warfare? No. The occasional skirmish… maybe,” he teased. “And since you already know I’m not going to ask for real yet, it would be more accurate to say it was against our families, wouldn’t you?”

Rose’s eyebrows shot up. “Are you planning on fake-proposing to me in front of either of our families? I don’t think that’s going to end well for you. Your Mum and Donna are still extremely salty that you lied to them about us, and God help you if you toy with my mum like that, because I certainly won’t.”

She loved many things about his face, but the expression he wore now (stumped befuddlement) only came when she outfoxed him and was a particular favorite of hers. It was also extremely kissable, so she gave into the urge, leaning forward to nip at his pouting bottom lip, smiling against his mouth when he kissed back.

As the food cooled on the plates the heat between them grew until she was in his lap, the desire for food replaced by a need for a different kind of sustenance until he stood carefully, her legs wrapping around him as he carried her to bed.

Flopping back onto the mattress she watched with interest as he pulled his shirt off, before glancing around the room. “Is it in here?”

“Is what here?” James started on his belt, before pausing. “I told you, we’re not doing hot and cold, or anything similar. And if I’m honest – playing cat and mouse about this is not going to encourage me to give it to you faster. Possibly the opposite.”

Her offense at the implication only lasted a moment. “I’m only teasing,” Rose said softly, coming up on her knees to meet him at the end of the bed. “I’m excited and anxious, but there’s no pressure. I won’t go digging, I promise.”

His eyes narrowed as they held each other’s gaze. “Promise?”

“Cross my heart. In fact, if there’s anywhere I should stay away from, you could tell me.”

Her innocent look didn’t fool him; he just rolled his eyes and reached for the hem of her dress, tugging it up. “Note to self, rent a safety deposit box in the morning.”

“No, no,” she protested once the dress was over her head, resting her hands on his chest. “I triple promise that I won’t go looking. But if you get to pretend you’re going to propose, I get to pretend I’m gonna dig through your drawers at every possible opportunity. ‘S only fair.”

“I can live with that,” he agreed with a shrug. “Really, you’d only be ruining it for yourself, after all. But if you want to dig through drawers, I have a place you can start,” he guided her hands towards the zip of his jeans.

“Funny man,” she murmured, leaning up to kiss him as she freed him from the heavy fabric, pushing the jeans and his boxers down over his hips.

They didn’t need words after that.

Limbs deliciously heavy Rose relaxed into the mattress, pleasure still humming through her veins as James panted into her neck.

“Yes.”

“Hmm?” She trailed her fingernails along his spine, delighting in the way he shivered against her at the touch.

He raised his head to meet her gaze, eyes still heavy-lidded. “Yes, it’s in this room.”

A giddy smile spread across her face, and they giggled together for a moment before she stopped abruptly.

“Just, do me one favor.”

“Name it.” He dipped his head to press kisses along her collar bone and top of her breasts.

“Oi.” She guided his chin up so their eyes met again. “I don’t need a fancy proposal. I don’t need the Eiffel Tower at midnight, or something overly orchestrated. I just want it to be you, and me, and genuine. My only requirement is – if we took a picture of us three seconds after you ask and I say yes, I want to be able to show that picture to people.”

James’ brow furrowed. “Huh?”

“I mean, don’t ask me in bed. Or when we’re in pajamas and look a mess. Or immediately before, during, or after sex. It doesn’t have to picture perfect, but when people ask how’d he pop the question, I want to be able to tell the story without blushing. I don’t care if it’s… I dunno, out on a walk, or some great romantic jaunt that you’ve planned. I just care that you’re ready to ask, and that we’re fully dressed.”

He pushed himself upright and she followed so they were sitting almost nose to nose, James back on his haunches between her legs. “I’m not sure how to feel about your standards being so low,” he said dryly. “Look, I can’t promise the question won’t slip out occasionally- I’m actually really proud of myself that it hasn’t yet- but I can promise that when I give you the ring, it will be under respectable circumstances.”

“You can ask me as many times as you like,” she grinned, cupping his cheek with her palm. “Under any circumstances. How about this – when it’s the real one, you take a knee. If you ask and you’re not on one knee, I’ll know not to expect a ring – this way there’s no misunderstandings about whether it’s it or not.”

“I can do that.” His eyes were shining, and he pushed her hair back behind her ears before moving back over her, forcing her onto her back again. One hand bracing himself he slid the other down her side to her knee, guiding it up to wrap around her hip. “Rose?”

“Yeah?” She didn’t dare close her eyes but savored his touch until he looked up at her again.

“Will you marry me?”

They went still, the words hanging in the air as tears pricked at her eyes. “Yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course.” They met in a bruising kiss, joyous laughter forcing them apart.

“God, that felt good to say,” he sighed, beaming down at her. “I’ve been holding that in for… a while.”

She matched his grin, running her hands over his shoulders and arms. “It was good to hear, and better to answer. I’m looking forward to the real thing.”

“Me too.”

They shared another lingering kiss, instinct taking over as their bodies began to move, wiping away all thoughts in Rose’s head but one.

I love this man, and can’t wait to marry him.

#bbatcfic #doctorroseprompts #31 days of ficmas #ficandchips #doctor who #10xRose #10!AUxRose #10th Doctor #Rose Tyler #So This is Love #Cosier With You

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onlyrosyjohnny · 2 years

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the best boyfriend ever [drabble]

-fluff/comfort; established relationship

-College student!Johnny x College student!Reader

Warnings: mentions of food

[1:38 AM]

Johnny leans back to his gaming chair and does a little stretch after winning a game of League of Legends with Taeyong and Haechan. He says goodnight to the two since he plans to do a morning jog tomorrow, later rather. He had his last exam for this semester earlier that day, so after that he decided to take a very long nap before dinner and then play online games after.

He went out of his room and went straight to the kitchen to get water so he can drink his vitamins. As he passes by the corridor connecting the two rooms of the apartment to the common area, the living room and the kitchen area, he overhears the Organic Chemistry Tutor from your room. He takes a peak, and he sees you sleeping soundly on your desk with your books and reviewers. You still had one last exam for this semester and it was from your major, chemistry.

He enters the room and softly caresses your head. A few minutes after he leaves the room and proceeds to drink his vitamins and goes to bed.

[7:15 AM]

A loud alarm goes off which jolts you awake. You were trying to process everything, your last memory was watching a video about chemistry and then you fell asleep. But you don’t remember setting an alarm. You quickly look to the clock, nervous to see that you slept through the day before your 1PM exam.

“Oh thank god, I woke up early. I’m still not finished studying.”

Reorienting yourself, you scan your room and you notice a paper bag in your vanity table. You stood up and walked closer to it. You see a sticky note on it.

‘I’m not sure what time your exam is today so I just set the alarm in your usual morning schedule. I went for a jog if you’re looking for me. I ordered breakfast for you, iced americano and a cinnamon roll cuz I know you need a lot of energy today. Goodluck on your exam today! You’ll do great! After that maybe we can have a date night later? I love you my future doctor <3

-Johnny the best boyfriend ever (duh)

I just really can't stop thinking about college student!Johnny sorry and I'm having my last semester for my undergraduate degree

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own any of the people, characters, names, or concepts mentioned above. Please do not post my work in other platforms without my permission. Reblog, like, or any comment is gladly appreciated.

Much love,

dreamer

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sparks-stephen · 2 years

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in another life | stephen strange x fem!reader

in which Y/N and Stephen break up a week before the blip, and when he comes back, he learns that not everything was the same as it was.

warnings: first time writing angst. stephen’s an ass. overuse of exclamation points. very bad description of new york. will have a part two.

2018

“You always do this, Stephen! You say you’ve moved on from her and do not care about her any more! But when we’re together it’s always ‘Christine used to do this’ or ‘Christine would not have done that’! I’m so sick and tired of being your second option Stephen!”

“You don’t understand, Y/N! She was a huge part of my life! What am I supposed to do? Just forget about her?”

Y/N and Stephen were fighting about this again. Y/N saw him looking at that stupid watch, longingly. She was not stupid, she knew that Stephen still loved the woman.

“I did not say that, Stephen! All I want is for a little appreciation, once in a while! I’m your girlfriend for fuck’s sake, Stephen! It doesn’t feel like it!”

“You are just fucking insecure, Y/N! Your projecting your pitiful feelings to Christine just because you think you are not good enough!”

“I think we should just end this relationship, Stephen. You are clearly still in love with her and I deserve better than this.”

“Whatever, Y/N,” Stephen said as he started walking away towards the library.

Stephen knew that what he was doing to Y/N was the same thing that he done to Christine before. But instead of apologizing, he went straight to the library. He was sure that whatever he and Y/N were going through at that moment, they will be able to get over. He stayed there studying until eventually, he fell asleep.

When Stephen was already out of sight, she ran towards the bedroom. She grabbed all of her belongings and shoved them inside two huge suitcases. When Y/N was done and was ready to open a portal to the nearest hotel room to plan for her next move, she heard a knock on the door.

“Y/N? You here? I heard you and Strange screaming earlier?” It was Wong.

She opened the door and his eyes immediately darted to the two suitcases, “You’re leaving?”

“Yes. Stephen and I have ended our relationship. There is no point for me to stay here. I’ll keep in touch with you. Good bye, Wong,” Y/N replied as she hugged the man.

She open a portal and lugged the two suitcases along. Once she passed through, the portal closed. Leaving Wong all alone in the once shared bedroom of Stephen and Y/N.

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Stephen woke up hours later with an empty feeling. He remembered the fight between him and Y/N. He decided to leave the library to go to their bedroom, ready to apologize and for Y/N to take him back again, like she usually did in their fights.

When he got to the bedroom, he was confused on why the bedroom seemed empty. The bed was cold and hasn’t been slept. He looked at the closet and found that Y/N’s belongings were missing. He looked in the drawers, the bathroom, and even in the hallway to see if he can find a clue on where Y/N went.

He spent 15 minutes looking around the Sanctum for Y/N before shouting, “Y/N?! Where are you?! This is not funny anymore!”

“She gone.”

“What? What did you say, Wong?”

“She’s gone. She left last night. She said that the two of you ended your relationship,” Wong explained.

It seemed that Stephen’s world crumbled. The only good to remaining in his life was gone, and it was his fault. Again. He could not stop the tears from his eyes as he leaned against the nearest wall.

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Y/N managed to stay in a hotel nearby. She has been staying there for over a week already as she was preparing for an interview to move to London. She cannot bear to stay in New York since everything reminds her of Stephen.

As she was going outside the hotel she saw that there was so much commotion happening. She was looking around when she saw a familiar red cloak flying being chased by a weird gray man.

“Stephen?!”

She suddenly saw Spiderman following Stephen through New York before he got hit by something.

“What the fuck is going on?”

A portal suddenly opened beside her and Wong suddenly appeared beside her.

“Thanos is trying to get the time stone from Stephen.”

“What? Who’s Thanos?”

“Come on. Let’s go to the Sanctum. I’ll explain.”

Wong opened a portal and the two stepped in.

After a few grueling few hours, Wong explained who the hell Thanos was and what did he want from Stephen.

Y/N fell asleep as she was trying to think of a way to get to Stephen. When she woke up, Wong was missing.

She was confused until she went outside of the Sanctum. She saw people crying and when she asked what was going on, she was met with more crying and they said that people just started to vanish.

Y/N immediately thought of Stephen as she wondered if he was also part of the people who disappeared. She felt defeated. First their breakup and now this. She just returned to the Sanctum and just hoped that Stephen would come back. Where ever he is.

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ro-is-struggling · 2 years

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Anxiety || TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader (I wrote this with Andrew's Peter Parker in mind because I’m in my Andrew Garfield era but you can imagine the other Spideys if you want, it’s not too specific)

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and insecurities (nothing too graphic), Peter being a loving supportive boyfriend. I think that’s all but if I missed anything let me know!

Word count: 1200+

Summary: Peter comforts you after you had a bad day.

English is not my first language so there could be a lot of grammar mistakes in this. Also I wrote it on the bus on my way back home so it could be a mess.

Notes: okay so I have social anxiety and yesterday I had to do a presentation in class. I was terrified but it went well for the most part. The thing is that on my way home my stupid brain tried to convince otherwise so to distract myself I wrote this little thing. I wasn't going to post this but then I thought maybe there could be someone out there who needs to read this as much as I needed to write it at that time. So here it is. Enjoy and remember: you are doing great and Peter loves you and is really proud of you!

I hope you like it! Likes, comments or reblogs are very much appreciated!

"Hey, I'm home" you announced as you closed the front door of the apartment you shared with your boyfriend. Peter was home. There was light coming out of the living room which meant that he had not left to patrol the streets of New York as his alter ego yet. As you tossed your keys on the small table on the entryway you thanked the universe for his presence. You needed him. There was nothing you wanted more than to hide in the warmth of his embrace and forget about the world outside.

The journey back to your house from class had been exhausting. A mere 15 minutes separated your apartment from the place you studied at, but that was more than enough time for your mind to upset you, your brain overthinking even the stupidest things. You spent the whole trip trapped with that damn voice in your head that always ruined your moments of peace and quiet. That voice that always told you that you weren't enough, that everybody hated you and made fun of you, that you fucked everything up and all you did was embarrass yourself every time you opened your mouth. You knew that it was all lies, nothing more than your fears and insecurities talking, but it was hard not to listen to them. Impossible to ignore without a distraction to help you bury it in the depths of your mind.

That's why you were filled with joy when you saw Peter's head poking through the hallway. You threw your backpack to the ground and ran to him with open arms.

"I missed you too, ladybug" he mumbled into your hair, holding you close to him. "How was class?"

"Fine, I guess" you answered him half-heartedly, voice muffled by his chest. You didn't want to let go of him until his good humor rubbed off on you and made you feel better.

"You're gonna have to speak up if you want me to hear you, bug" Peter said pulling away from you. You huffed in protest, pouting in hopes that it would be enough to convince him to wrap his arms around you again. But your efforts were in vain.

"We can hug all you want later, I went patrolling in the afternoon so we could spend the night together" he explained, taking you by the shoulders to put some distance between the two of you. "What happened?"

Of course he knew something was wrong with you! He knew you better than anyone. He could guess your humor with a quick look into your eyes. It was scary sometimes how good he was at reading your body language. But for the most part you were grateful because he helped you open up about your problems.

“Nothing" you said trying to avoid the embarrassing conversation that was coming. You thought about lying to him, but when you saw the look on his face you knew it wasn't worthy. "I had to give a presentation in front of the whole class. I was nervous about it but the teacher passed me."

"Really? That's great, bug! I'm so proud of you" Peter cheared. He knew about your social anxiety, about how difficult it was for you to do mundane things such as speak up in class or order food. He always noticed when you were uncomfortable and tried to help you in any way he could. But he also encouraged you to go out of your comfort zone even if it was in small things. Peter was a great guy to have around in stressful times. He always knew what to say or do to silence that voice in your head that didn't let you live your life in peace.

"Yeah, I thought so too. I got a couple of things wrong but the teacher was really nice about it."

"So what's the matter then?" he asked you, looking at you with a soft gaze.

"You know how I get" you answered with a shrug, avoiding his eyes. You were embarrassed that such a normal thing like talking in class was causing so much trouble. "I started overthinking on the way home... Thinking about how stupid I must have looked with my face all red or how my voice sounded funny and now I feel weird. I just want to forget it all."

Peter moved a little closer to you. One of his hands traveled up to your chin, lifting your face to force you to look at him. Your eyes focused on the wall behind him and the light on the ceiling before settling on his face. You felt stupid and you were almost afraid to look him in the eye because you knew he would be able to read what was going through your mind without you having to say it. Peter was patient, waiting silently for you to decide to look at him before speaking.

“You are one of the smartest people that I know, bug. You got a good grade and that is all you should care about. No one laughed at you or thought you were dumb. Everybody makes mistakes and gets nervous during those things, it’s normal. I promise you no one cared.”

His voice was soft and in his eyes you could see all the love he felt for you. He was willing to repeat phrases like that for the rest of his life if it made you feel better. Just thinking about it brought tears to your eyes. You were so grateful to Peter for everything he did for you. You would never be able to put into words the love you felt for him. It was amazing how a couple of words could silence all the doubts in your head when they came from him. He had a power over you that no one else had ever had before, and as much as it scared you a little at times, you were grateful. You could trust Peter with your life, you were sure of that.

“You’re right,” you nodded.

“Of course I’m right! I’m dating the smartest and kindest girl in the entire world” he said with a grin. The cheerfulness in his voice made you smile for the first time since you left class. Peter admired the curve of your lips for a moment before leaning towards you, closing the small distance between the two of you.

His lips crashed into yours in a tender kiss full of love. You moved in synchrony, enjoying the sweet taste of each other. Peter cupped your face to pull you even closer to him and sucked in your bottom lip, making you gasp in pleasure. All your worries disappeared as you melted into his arms, reveling in the warmth of his body. The world around you ceased to exist, all you could focus on was his soft lips moving against yours and the way his fluffy hair felt under your hands.

When you finally pulled away you were filled with calmness, remembering that everything would be okay as long as Peter was by your side. It was you and him against the world and you were more than okay with that. He was your rock, the person that always grounded you and you were so grateful to the universe for crossing your paths.

“Now, how about some dinner? I cooked us something” Peter announced after catching his breath.

“You cooked something?” you asked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He wasn’t very good at cooking, he was far too clumsy and forgetful to be able to prepare something edible.

“I ordered it, but I put it on plates! Doesn't the presentation count for something?”

“Of course it does, bug boy!” you laughed. “Now let's go eat, I’m starving!”

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readerg1rl · 7 months

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Too rough

Bakugou is sweet but too rough, use of pronouns she her, degradation (lots of degrading words during sex), reader just realizing love for Bakugou

this is for people 18+ minors do NOT interact

You have been transferred to UA from a small town. You are not very shy and do not look very strong, for the record you look like you don't even have powers at all. Your parents owned a big business and were quite rich but they like a small town vibe so they stayed there.

it's your first day and Aizawa presents you to the class, you are a bit embarrassed for some reason and keeping your head down, you sit at the back behind Denki, left to you is Iida and right to you is Ochaco.

The lunch break starts, and you are alone at your table eating a bento that you made, you made some pandas from rice, some sushi, avocado and a candy bar, nothing much.

Denki saw you and asked you to come with him, Mina, Bakugou, Sero and Kirishima. You nodded, Mina was so happy, Sero and Kirishima too, Bakugou was well... Bakugou, silent and looking away, you weren't thinking too much of him, you were happy that you made friends the first day.

"we are going to lunch, do you wanna go with us y/n?" Kirishima asked you after school, you nodded. They asked a lot questions about you and you did about them, you wanted to get to know them and they wanted to get to know you too. There was one person that you didn't even hear a word from, they all talked in his name, he was calm.

They all called him rough and very vocal, always angry and really possessive, but he didn't seem like that to you but it didn't quite matter, they were all friends to you.

A month passed and everything was fine until Ectoplasm did a very hard math lesson you just couldn't understand, you asked Mina but she said that she understands but can't teach very good, she tried to explain it but she vas very bad.

"Bakugou is great at math, maybe he can help you, I mean he helped Denki and Sero too. Kirishima thinks it's not manly to ask for help so he is trying alone to understand" Mina said

"can you ask him for me? I don't want to bother him, I mean... if it's okay with you." you said

"NO PROBLEM" Mina replied

she went over to Bakugou and he looked very irritated and angry but reluctantly agreed.

"after classes at my dorm." Bakugou said

After classes you came to his dorm, you took a shower, dressed nicely but comfortably, you looked very common and you smelled like vanilla an flowers. He looked pulled together really well, he seemed a bit happy to see you, his room was full of All Might figurines and limited edition posters, he was incredibly tidy person, his room looked very comfortable and warm. He offered you some juice and cola and very quickly you got to the problem.

He spent around 30 minutes explaining the lecture to you and you seemed to understand it quite well. Around 15 minutes after that you two were over.

"You can come over tomorrow to review the lection to make sure you remember it" He seemed shy but straight forward as ever

Was that a small blush on his face?!

"sure thing" you reply "thank you, I owe you one"

tomorrow after classes you come to his dorm, this time he is wearing grey sweatpants and a COMPRESS T-SHIRT?! He looked very VERY hot, to a level you might've blushed just a bit, his rock hard abs and big strong chest were very well defined under his shirt, he seemed to be blushing too.

You were studying and as you were doing equations you felt his eyes scanning every detail, every curve, every fold, your eyes, nose, lips...

"let's take a break" he said

"yeah, sure" you said

"Do you want any snacks?" he asked lightly tilting his head to the right

"sure" you reply sweetly

he brought some chocolate, some chips and cold juice, those were all of your favorite things, you only told that to Mina. Maybe he likes the same stuff

"do you like the things I bought?" he asks quietly

"yeah, you really... you bought this only for me?!" you were blushing

"well, Mina told me you liked these" he said unsurely

Mina told him, why would he ask her

"you are red, are you okay, is it hot in here, do you want me to turn on the A/C?" he looked a bit worried

"no, I'm fine, but... why did you ask Mina?"

now he was blushing

"i- i just wanted to make this study session less..."

"less what?" you were curious

"more chill and less... study strict..." he was looking down and on to his pants, his eyes widened and he stood up quickly "excuse me" he rushes into the toilet. Few minutes later he looked refreshed

"you know, you have really beautiful eyes y/n" he said

"thanks"

"do you maybe wanna go out for a drink sometimes?" he said nervously

"umm... yeah, sure" you are blushing

"we can stay here and hang out for a bit if you want to" he said wanting to make you feel comfortable

"okay" you replied

"wanna watch a movie?" he asked

"sure"

You decided a movie and halfway trough you decided to break the ice and put your head on his shoulder. After few minutes he started stroking your hair, it relaxed you and atmosphere lightened up. Before you left you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, he blushed.

He barely slept, he thought of you for the whole night and that kiss on the cheek.

Tomorrow in school he approached you

"do you wanna go to the nearby caffe after school?" he asked politely

"i don't see why not" you replied

The whole school day and trainings go by very quickly. later you put on a nice button up shirt and a skirt, it looked very cute on you, and you felt very excited for this "date"

Two meet up outside and start walking and talking, date goes very nicely and the two of you have a great time, you end up sitting on a bench that was on a small hill, and you two were watching sunset together, his hand crawls up to yours and you two hold hands in silence, he turns towards you and you turn towards him

"may I?" he asks

"you may" you blush

He slowly leans in and gives you a long kiss on the lips, you kiss him back, and even though this is your first kiss, its very shooting and relaxing, he is very passionate. At the end he even lightly bites your lip and nibbles on it softly. You hum just a little and he smiles. He puts his hand on your cheek and gently caresses it with his thumb.

"you look adorable right now. May I kiss you again?"

you just nod, you seem to be desperate for him, you just adore the sensation of his lips on yours. he gently nibbles on your lip as he kisses it causing him to groan a little and for you to gently moan pleasure

"let's go to my dorm" he says with a wink

"yeah" you are blushing hard

You two come to his dorm and he sits on his bed signaling for you to sit on his lap. As you sit he gently squeezes your cheeks and kisses you. His tongue gently enters your mouth as he tries to taste more of you. Shortly after all of his tongue is in your mouth, savoring every taste and swallowing every gentle moan that tries to escape your mouth.

His left hand travels to your shirt and plays with a top button

"this is a really nice shirt you've got up here" he says with a sly grin

"but i think that you would be prettier without it" without a delay he starts to unbutton your shirt and toss it on the ground, revealing your beautiful pink bra

"what a beautiful sight" he grins as he slowly lifts your breasts and starts to fondle them. he pinches and flicks your nipples as you moan at every flick.

He lays you down on the bed and he slowly removes your bra as his mouth finds the way to your chest, he slowly kisses your breast and nibbles on your hardened nipple, his tongue sharply flicks your nipple causing you to moan.

his hands slowly wander to your tummy and to your hips, slowly gliding to the end of your skirt and going under the fabric of the skirt slowly gliding up your thighs

you put a hand on his head trying to pull him away to stop the abuse over your breasts and your sensitive nipples.

his head slowly rises, "why do you want me to stop princess, I thought that you like this"

his fingers glide to your soaked panties

"your body is telling me a different story"

His fingers continue to tease your clothed pussy, your hips start moving up and down in search for more friction, more pleasure, more power.

"look at you whore, so desperate for me, don't worry, I will start to satisfy you very soon" he continues to tease her

He lifts her skirt to see her pink panties soaked, he takes off her skirt and then her panties revealing a beautiful pussy. His mouth slowly glides from her tummy to her clit and slowly licks it and makes circles around it. Your hips start moving faster as he spreads your legs. You start moaning

"a-ah, Bakugou, ngh... slow down"

"let me enjoy my meal bitch" he replies aggressively going faster, squeezing and fondling your breasts harder

"Bakugou I'm gonna.... I'm gonna..."

He continues "I don't care" he replies going faster and faster making you come on his face and he drinks up most of it licking his lower lip and grinning widely.

"Such a slut, aren't you, coming all over my face, such a dirty whore. I should punish you for this" he forcefully bends you over his knees and starts spanking you

"AAH Bakugou, stop" you shout in pain

"Scream more" he continues spanking you hard as his hard slaps and your cries fill the room

"STOP PLEASE" you shout

"Good girl, begging like a whore you are, lay back down on your back" he commands and you obey.

His fingers find a way to your pussy, his fingers slowly ender deep and curls his fingers right onto your g-spot causing you to moan in pleasure. his fingers go faster and faster as he spits on your pussy making you come again.

without further ado he takes off his shirt and his pants and rubs his rock hard dick leaking precum against your entrance before slamming into you causing your back to arch and you to scream, he goes faster and faster

"do you like this whore? do you like me using you as a sex toy, you are nothing more than a whore to me" he says in pure sadistic joy watching as your eyes fill with tears

"don't cry now bitch, I'm gonna carve my big cock shape into your tight pussy, I'm gonna mark you as mine" he groans going faster and faster and with a final slam against you he fills you up with his sperm

"good girl, let's take a shower ok?"

you both take a shower and you lay down in his arms, he starts kissing your forehead

"you were too rough" you say

"okay, and?" he replies

"please don't be as rough next time..." you say shyly

"i can't promise you that" he chuckles

And with that you both fall asleep

"Bakugou wake up! we are late for school!"

"Don't worry, its Saturday..."

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hello, it's the writer speaking, I hope you liked my first ever fanfic. if you have any recommendations for characters of any anime (preferably mha, jjk, op, haikyuu, death note) I can do, I could also do some spiderman ones or k-pop OR manhwa characters. Since I identify as a female I don't think that I will do any male readers but we'll see. I hope you enjoyed 3:30h of my work!

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sexysilverstrider · 3 months

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A Love that Never Left | GRLF (Smut)

When he called her name, it was filled with childlike joy.

“Leaf!”

The boy’s smile was as radiant as the sun. The moment dark brown eyes met a pair of lighter browns, his smile widened brighter. “Come on!” he spoke, voice almost squeaking in glee as he held her hand. “Grandpa said there’s a loooot of Pidgeys flying around today!”

The little girl looked at him, eyes big in wonder and cheeks a touch of pink. Words were void from her—they always were—but the boy never needed them as her expression was enough to evoke a response.

Small hand in hers, the boy playfully tugged his dearest friend out of her room.

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When he called her name, it was filled with innocent admiration.

“Leaf!”

The girl looked at him, a single eyebrow raised.

Unlike her, his voice was always boisterous and loud. “Want to know something cool?”

She always liked it, though.

Her head tilted. Beautiful brown eyes blinked in question at his exuberance and question.

“You’re my best friend!” Small arms spread to the side. As both children sat on a meadow near their neighbourhood, his voice was accompanied by the gentle breeze. “You’re really fun to be with, you know!”

Not once did she expect him to declare such a confession. Her soft heart beat wildly. Her face now kissed by the sun above. She only saw his smile, bright and beaming, showing obvious pride at the knowledge at hand.

She didn’t know what this feeling was, but she adored it.

Quietly, she nodded once and looked away in embarrassment. Oh, how her heart fluttered again when she felt Green playfully bumped her left shoulder.

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When he said her name, it was filled with bored ignorance.

“Oh. Leaf.”

She hated the way he said her name.

His gaze never met her. “What do you want?” His voice bland and dull. Green eyes spotted the route from afar, heart beating in excitement at the possible Pokémon he could meet and observe.

A minute passed by. He realized she never responded.

Of course, she wouldn’t.

An annoyed sigh huffed between parted lips.

The action only made her flinch.

“Look…” She was dragging him down. “I uh…I’m kinda busy.” Finally, he looked at her. A groan was kept tightly in his throat to see such sorrow on her face. He saw her fingers fiddle; an action she did whenever she felt uncomfortable.

And now, he was the source of that discomfort.

Teeth gritted behind pursed mouth. “If you have nothing to say, I gotta go.” He didn’t have time for this. He had interesting Pokémon to study and dreams to achieve.

Besides, they weren’t babies anymore. She shouldn’t cling to him whenever she liked.

Something stung his heart.

A hiss spat through gritted teeth, Green turned his heel and walked away.

Leaf only watched, heartbroken and hurt.

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When he called her name, it was filled with cocky pride.

“Well, well, well, Leaf.” he slurred, mouth curled to a disgusted smirk. “Look who decided to drop by.” Hands tucked inside the pockets of his pants. “Did you get lost while going to the market? This is Gramp’s laboratory, though.”

The girl didn’t say a word. He always hated that about her.

Smirk quivering slightly, he observed her. It had been a while—months, was it? —since he saw her, let alone talk to her. His interests snatched him away from their time together. All children went through basic education before they reached 15, and as Green grew, a desire to prove his worth by becoming the greatest Pokémon trainer became his new life goal.

That meant shaking off a few distractions.

Even if that distraction was something he never realized he dearly missed.

Brown eyes kept their gaze. Her hair was now longer, brown strands cascaded down her back. A white bucket hat with red lines and a half-circle at the center was worn, making her look almost silly. A black singlet was worn inside, which was then covered by a blue sleeveless top.

Dark brown eyes lingered on her chest—only for a mere second—only to drop down at the red skirt that lightly swayed as she tapped her right foot.

He saw her foot shift. Green quickly looked at her.

Leaf only stood a few steps away, brown eyes observing the three Pokéballs on the table. Hands gripped the handle of her yellow satchel. Fingers nimbly toyed and twirled with the bag’s material. Not once did she return his gaze, for she knew, if she did, it would only bring a twinge of pain in her heart.

She kept her gaze on the still Pokéballs.

It didn’t take a genius to know why she was here.

His smirk finally broke. One hand curled to a fist by his side.

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When he said her name, it was laced with venom.

“The fuck, Leaf…” Green eyes widened. Pupils shot to dots.

The victorious Charmander huffed and hopped back her way into Leaf’s arms. A smile broke out of her owner, only making the Charmander cry and coo in pride.

As the girl and Pokémon celebrated their first ever victory, one lone boy stood in horror before his fallen Squirtle.

How…?

How could he lose?

He had done his research in preparation of his journey. He had studied his darndest in order to achieve perfect understanding of what it’s like being a trainer. He had given all his focus in order to provide the best strategies for his future battles.

So…how?

Without a word, he returned his starter. Right hand shook coldly, finger squeezing around the hard metal of the ball.

“Good job, Leaf!”

The sound of his grandfather only made him cringe.

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When he huffed her name, it sounded heavier than intended.

“Seriously, Leaf? You want to challenge the Indigo Plateau?” Arms crossed. Smirk curled to swirls. “With that stupid lizard?” An eyebrow raised as he looked at the growling Charmander behind her legs. What a silly little creature, to be hiding behind her trainer while flaring an air of faux confidence.

He heard a scoff.

It didn’t come from the silly little creature.

Vision jolted back to her. Eyes now slightly widened to see her crossing her own arms. It was truly a sight to behold. Leaf wasn’t one to communicate with words. That was always Green’s job. But now that their…friendship had gone sour, the boy found it amusing that she was expressing more and more emotions as the years rolled by.

Ba-dump!

The fingers on his arms clenched momentarily.

Shaking off the uneasiness in his chest, Green casually unclipped a Pokéball from his belt. “You’re way too early to be defeated by the Elite Four and Champion.” The ball was enlarged and positioned right in front of her. Memories of what happened in the laboratory resurfaced, and it only shook the smirk off his face.

He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

“You are however right on time to be defeated by me.”

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When he called her name, it sounded as fake as the challenge on Nugget bridge.

“Hey, Leaf!” One hand waved once he saw a familiar face. He smiled lazily as Leaf met his gaze. “Catching up to me, aren’t cha?”

Words were never met.

He got used to it, but it was annoying still.

“Well, I’m pretty sure in time, you’ll be right behind me.” The usually smirk graced his face. “Besides, wouldn’t want my dear rival to be left in the dust, right?”

A tiny frown twitched her mouth.

Cute, he thought.

Suddenly, he heard a low growl. Green eyes looked down, right at the Charmeleon that hid behind her legs. Feeling absolutely unthreatened, the boy let out a scoff. “How about a friendly battle?” The adjective was emphasized, one ball unclipped from his belt. “I need to see whether or not you’ve trained your Pokémon carefully.”

The Charmeleon barked in response. Quietly, she looked at her trainer, eyes burned with passion to bring Green’s team down.

Leaf looked at her and gave her a single nod.

“Cinnamon!” Finally, her voice rang under the bright blue sky. Not needing to be repeated twice, the Charmeleon dashed forward and let out a fiery roar.

It’s been a while since he heard her voice.

Awe struck him momentarily before he swiftly regained his sense and threw Wartortle out.

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When he called out her name, it was out of surprise.

“Bonjour, Leaf!” Arms spread to the side. A wide smile beamed on his face. Never in his life would he thought that his…rival would be in the SS Anne. The boy staggered cockily; mouth curled to swirls to see her prepare a battling stance.

He found it cute.

“Didn’t know you got invited to the party.” He stopped a few steps away from her. “Or did you decide to crash? I mean, the party’s only for the best of the best, you know.”

Arceus, a part of her wanted to smack that mean smirk.

Instead, Leaf held one Pokéball. On the other hand, a piece of small paper was tucked between her fingers. A ticket was what was seen, and it was all the reply she gave with a face of indifference.

To see her reaction. To see her face.

To remember her countless victories.

He found them infuriating.

“Heh,” was all he responded. Knowing a battle was inevitable, he took Pidgeot’s ball.

His gaze never left hers.

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When he spoke her name, it was soft yet bitter.

“Ah, Leaf…” The smirk was back. “Never expected to see you in Pokémon Tower.” Hands tucked inside the pockets of his baggy pants, he walked towards her. As he did, eyes caught sight of a menacing Beedrill buzzing behind her. “Your Pokémon seem pretty alive, though.”

His voice was gentle given where they were, but it was clear enough to evoke an emotion out of her.

A disapproving frown curled on her face. The Beedrill behind her buzzed in agreement, one big stinger pointing and waving at the amused rival.

The sight was funny. He really did like looking at Leaf’s reactions.

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When he shouted her name, it echoed madly inside the destroyed room.

“Leaf!”

Without a word, she commanded her Charizard to unleash Flamethrower. It was a wonder that she didn’t need to voice out a single command. It seems that the bond between trainer and Pokémon were in sync from the moment she chose her as her starter.

Eyes burning with rage, Cinnamon unleased a fiery vortex that hit Nidoking right in the chest. The impact made the Drill Pokémon slide a few steps back. His bulky arms were then raised, though face twisted in pain as the burn crept through his skin.

Dark brown eyes met light browns.

With a single nod, Green knew what to do.

“Rhyhorn!” One hand stretched forward. “Drill Run!”

In a blink of an eye, the usually slow Pokémon stampeded towards his opponent. His horn started to collect and form dirt, intensely spiraling around it as it took shape of a much bigger horn. Taking advantage of Nidoking’s distraction, Rhyhorn slammed the purple beast and stabbed him right in the stomach.

Shocked and weakened, the Drill Pokémon felt his body being thrown wildly against the Silph Co. wall. Dust and dirt filled the area, inviting sounds of a coughing fit and filtering their clear vision.

“NO!” One lone man shouted in frustration.

Even though their sights were tampered, Green managed to sneak a glance at the girl fighting next to him.

Black pupils dilated to see such an expression on her face.

Fearless. Determined. Confident.

Unbelievably beautiful.

Ba-dump…!

Amidst the dust and dirt, he truly felt like he couldn’t breathe.

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When he said her name, it rhythmed with the manic beat of his heart.

“Isn’t this nostalgic, Leaf?” He raised one hand in the air. “The last time we were here, you thought you could beat the Elite Four and Champion with that pathetic fire lizard of yours.” Although said ‘stupid fire lizard’ was tucked inside her Pokéball, Green could see it shake in complete discontent. He held his smirk, eyes then focused on the one rival who managed to quake his pride.

Her hair was a bit longer now. Brown bangs covered parts of her eyes, making it even harder to disclose whatever emotion she was showing. The white bucket hat had seen better days, but it’s still obvious that Leaf cherished that piece of attire. Her hands gripped the handle of her yellow satchel. Some scars, old and new, decorated her once slim arms, showing everyone the pride and proof of her journey throughout Kanto.

He then saw her eyes.

Brown eyes focused on the boy before her, jet black pupils dilated before his very presence. Her mouth was formed to a straight line. Her lower lip jutted—just the tiniest bit—before it was lightly nibbled by white teeth. Not once did she break her gaze, head slightly tilted instead to meet her rival who had pushed her to where she was now.

Green soon realized that he no longer faced the soft, shy little girl he was once so close to.

He felt his breathing hitch.

“Well then…” Words were slow and accurate. “Let’s see which one of us is more ready to become Kanto’s new Champion.” Movements were precise and careful. He watched as she silently readied her own Pokémon. He watched as she threw the Pokeball up in the air.

Even amidst the rapid lightning strikes that suddenly filled the area, all Green could see was her.

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When he called her name, he didn’t even realize that it echoed as a shout.

He sat, motionless on the throne. Only his hand that held his starter’s Pokémon moved. It circled quietly, following the gentle twist and turn of his wrist. Dark brown eyes observed the object, though gaze hollow and pupils dilated at something else entirely.

Finally.

He deserved to be where he was at now. He deserved to sit on the Champion’s throne after defeating all the Elite Four and the previous Champion. He deserved to become Kanto’s strongest trainer after many years of studying and training.

He deserved to be the very best.

The corner of his eye twitched slightly at the memory of one girl whose brown hair swayed softly against the wind.

A mouth that had been still for the past hour finally quivered to a frown once he heard the big doors open.

His head was still lowered. The Pokéball in his hand finally stopped.

Tap…tap…

He knew this was it.

The same mouth slowly tickled a sneer.

Finally, he looked up. Right at the trainer who slowly approached him. Right at the rival who became the only obstacle of his dream.

Right at his old friend who kept haunting him in his sleep.

“Welcome, Leaf!” he shouted, body pushed upwards as he stood up straight. Dark brown eyes met lighter ones. A sight of fire and determination made him hold back a shiver.

This was it.

“Surprised?” Tap, tap. The hollow sounds of his footsteps down the small stairs echoed every wall. “Bet you didn’t expect to see me rise to the top before you?”

It was now or never.

The girl didn’t say a word. Her hat was still placed on her head. Those glorious brown eyes burned. Focused passionately on the rival before her. One hand had already held a Pokémon, fingers squeezing through the hard metal.

Pupils shrunk like tiny black dots. Leaf aimed the Pokéball right at Green.

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Silence echoed hollowly after the final sound of a defeated roar.

Smoke and soot flew madly inside the battle room. Walls were broken and cracked. Lights from the ceiling flickered and faded. The room was dim. The room was quiet. One girl stood from the one end of the battlefield, legs shaking and breathing heavy. Her ears rang from the loud sounds and noises, but her breathing was now the loudest in her mind. She looked at the other end of the field, eyes ever focused.

One boy stood perfectly still.

His back slumped, then straightened with a crack. Both arms spread slightly apart from his sides, fingers splaying and twitching in discomfort. Pale lips parted, yet words were void from its presence, instead scraped and twisted his throat from the constant screaming. Black pupils shrunk, swallowed by a sea of darker browns. His vision hazed. The images split. Amidst the smoke and rubble, under the dim light of the glorious room that was once his, all he saw was her.

One lone Pokémon stood in triumph. The other lay unconscious right in front of the stunned boy.

The battle had been decided.

“W…Wha…” Finally, a single, broken word withered through trembled lips. The boy looked forward. Right at the victorious Charizard. Right at the silent rival.

Right at the new Champion of Kanto.

When he thought her name slipped through his lips, it never did.

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When he called her name, he didn’t realize it came off as a shout.

“Are you…” He remembered the way she looked at the three Pokéballs in the lab. “…f-fucking…” He remembered the first time she defeated him in battle. “…kidding me…” He remembered the way she looked at him after stealing his ‘Champion’ title.

After that horrifying and humiliating defeat, Green came back to the league a few weeks later to issue a rematch. He couldn’t bear to have this loss. He couldn’t bear to have his dreams stolen. He couldn’t bear to have his pride crushed.

But just when he defeated the final elite four. Just when he was about to stampede his way to the Champion’s room—

“Leaf isn’t here. She isn’t the Champion.”

Green swore those words rang painfully the moment it slammed into his eardrums.

When he finally found her—a few distances away from Pallet Town—Green felt the ground shake beneath him.

“Don’t…” Fists shook by his sides. “…f-fucking…” Teeth gritted tightly until jaw strained. “…screw with me—” Finally, he looked up, eyes widened and glare sharp as they pierced through her very presence.

Warm brown eyes only met such a vicious gaze.

Snap.

“LEAF!” He didn’t know why her name burst towards the dim, cloudy sky. “What the FUCK?!” He didn’t realize his feet had stomped forward. “Why did you reject the Champion title?” Tap! “Why did you back down without saying anything?” Tap, tap! “Why—?!”

He didn’t know when he started grasping her shoulders in a rough manner.

A flinch. And yet he couldn’t see it.

“Why did you even pursue this journey in the first place?!” Darker eyes were wide. Mad. “The only thing that matters is the Champion title, and you went and fucking threw it away! Why did you even bother training and catching up to me and—” His grip tightened. “—BEATING me if you decided to just fuck off and throw away the one thing I WANT!!”

Slap!

Anger was a dangerous fire that could burn a person of their rationality. Jealousy was a wicked spark that could jolt an entire person’s body to do an action they never realized.

And when these two emotions fused together, it could only cause nothing but pain.

As these two emotions fueled the boy, so did the girl.

Bafflement enveloped Green perfectly still. His hands released his tight grip, fingers now twitching and arms apart from shaking shoulders. His head, now turned to the right, remained still as mouth parted a silent gasp.

Carefully, silently, shrunk pupils slid to her.

Her right hand shook, palm throbbed lightly. Eyes that once glimmered with mysterious curiosity now bore daggers in each blink. Her whole body trembled. Her pink lips quivered. Tears rolled down flushed cheeks, dripping down from her chin, down to the sole of her shoe.

His eyes merely followed the trail of clear teardrops.

“Hah…”

Parted lips, pale and dry, finally resonated a sound.

“Fuck off…” Slowly, he turned his head towards her. “Just…fuck off…” In all the years of their frustrating friendship, not once had Green witnessed such fury. Leaf was known to be a girl of mystery. Her expression was stoic at best and cold at worst. Words were always absent, and Green used to be her literal voice whenever they stuck side by side as little kids. Even the sight of a smile was deemed a rarity for those who weren’t her parents or him.

But now.

Now. Her smile was gone. Merely replaced with a quivering frown that had his heart drop to the deepest pits of his stomach.

As he saw himself in the glistening gleam of her eyes, he soon realized it.

This was his doing.

The anger was back. Boiling his throat until nausea rolled into swirls. “Don’t ever show yourself to me again.” The words were slurred one by one. His head lowered. His fists tightened. “I don’t ever—want to see you again—” His breathing hitched, seethed through flared nostrils.

Finally—for the last time—he looked up.

Anger and jealousy were a mixture that could cloud a person of their reasoning. They were dangerous. Volatile. One single mistake could cause a fatal result that could scar a person for good.

In Green’s case…

Drip…drip…

The sight of her tears was all he remembered before Leaf turned her heel and ran off.

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When he thought of her, her name was a cloud that rained on his mind.

Days rolled to months. Months rolled to years. Life had become normal for them. One pursued their dreams of chasing what fuels their passion. Another fixed their dreams that was once shattered by their despicable rival.

The other never gave up. He trained to be the very best. While never leaving his hometown, he pursued his studies and continued rebuilding his team to reclaim his glory. After enough efforts, after enough credentials, Green finally earned the role of a gym leader, specifically the one in Viridian City. He guessed it was his luck that the previous gym leader had mysteriously disappeared.

He worked hard. He worked tirelessly. Even though the ‘leader’ title was now in his grasp, not once did he decide to stop. Given his choice not to use a mono-type, it made his undefeatable reputation all the more amazing as no trainer has yet to defeat him.

He should be happy at this outcome. He was happy at this outcome.

But when his shift was over. When it was time to close the gym. When it was time to hop onto his Pidgeot and fly home.

When he entered the empty house and stood by the doorway, it was then that Green remembered something he wished to forget.

His sister had long moved out, happily pursuing her dreams as well in Saffron City. After ensuring her that he was more than fine to feed for himself and take care of their house, Daisy decided to further work her dream job far away from their hometown. Green didn’t take it personally. His sister had taken care of the place in his long absence, after all. Even when their grandfather’s laboratory was in the resident, the old man was never in one place especially after he received more job collaborations in Johto.

It was just him and his Pokémon most of the time.

And when Green plopped down onto his bed, he woefully remembered that it was just him.

Brown eyes dulled due to the lack of light in the room. The moon shone brightly, light pouring through the window next to his bed. Back on the soft mattress and arms spread apart, Green only stared at the ceiling as he let his mind wander.

Leaf— He immediately realized it was a mistake.

A flinch and a quick blink. In a state of shock, he immediately sat up straight. Head then dropped to one hand, forehead and eyes covered by a shaking palm.

The action only made it worse.

He still remembered.

He remembered her bright brown eyes whenever he talked about something exciting. He remembered her quiet laugh whenever he made a silly remark about his grandfather’s antics. He remembered holding her small hand as they walked around their hometown. He remembered their pinky fingers intertwined as they made a promise to always be best friends forever.

He remembered her trembled frown when he ignored her. He remembered her fumbling fingers whenever she tried to talk to him. He remembered her eyes, glistened as they held back tears when Green denied her just so he could focus on his interests.

He remembered the icy fire in her eyes when they initiated their first battle. He remembered her soft, melodious voice when she gave a sigh to whatever bullshit comment he gave her. He remembered the raging fire that burned brilliantly when he fought alongside her.

He remembered her pursed frown when she stole his ‘Champion’ title.

Drip…drip…

He remembered tears, crystal and clear, staining such beautiful brown eyes that twisted his insides into knots.

“Fuck…” A harsh breath hissed through gritted teeth. He lowered his back, face now covered by both palms.

He hated nights like this.

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When he heard her name from someone else, Green felt his breath had been robbed immediately.

“Yay!” The girl jumped in joy while her Typhlosion huffed in cocky pride. Green only stifled a chuckle to see such arrogance in the starter; the sight almost reminded him of himself.

With a slow shake of his head, he returned his fallen Exeggutor. “Looks like someone got a little stronger.” Ball shrunk and clipped onto the belt of his pants. Green walked towards the victor. “Keep this up or else I’d steal that thunder from you.” Oh, how he wanted to laugh to see the girl jut her tongue out playfully.

“Try me,” she laughed, one hand giving her starter congratulatory pats. “Though, you’re not wrong about me keeping up. You’re super strong.”

Whether or not she was being honest, Green took the compliment with pride. “Oh?” Arms crossed against a puffed chest. Green cocked his head. “Please, do continue.” A wide smirk curled the corner of his mouth.

However, that smirk vanished in a blink when Kotone did continue, “Yeah. Not just you, but a super strong trainer called Leaf was also amazing when I battled her.”

Pupils shrunk. Mouth gaped.

Unaware of his reaction, Kotone smiled warmly as she gave scratches under her Typhlosion’s chin. “When I battled her last week, I almost actually lost if not for the quick thinking and maybe some luck. Still though, I’ve never faced such a fierce battle and I have a rival who’s just ruthless—”

“W-Where…”

His voice. Stuttered and shaken. Actually ceased her from continuing.

Surprised by the tone, Kotone finally looked at the taller man. Hazel eyes widened to see such an expression.

His eyes were wider. His lips were parted. Arms were no longer crossed, instead positioned awkwardly by his sides. Though the AC was blasted inside the dojo, sweat started to trickle down the sides of his face.

“Where…” He repeated. “…did you…” He wheezed. “…see her…?”

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The air on Mt Silver was extra colder than usual.

Warm air puffed to thick mittens. Though the action was pretty useless, Leaf found it amusing that she still did it again. She then felt a nuzzle. Brown eyes looked to the side, iris gleaming to see Cinnamon lightly bumping her shoulder.

The Charizard brought her tail closer to Leaf. Purrs echoing inside the hollow cave, Cinnamon curled closer and placed her chin on top of Leaf’s lap.

To see such a sight brought a giddy giggle in her chest.

“Thank you, Cinn—”

“Leaf…”

The warmth that she felt a few seconds ago now felt icy cold to the bone.

The voice was faint. Shaking.

She thought it to be a hallucination. After all, it was his wish for her to never appear before him ever again. She merely granted it for him.

The sound of her growling Charizard only confirmed her suspicion. Without a word, Leaf turned her head towards the entrance of the cave.

There he was.

Standing. Existing. Appearing before her.

Leaf didn’t realize when she started standing up in a stumble. The breeze in the mountain was getting colder, but her body was denied of warmth when her heart had laid its focus on the very person who haunted her dreams. Eyes, though often clouded with apathy, were now glowing in shock as she saw him.

The man walked inside the cave. Closer. Slower.

She was here.

Even when the sound of heavy growling echoed inside the cave, all Green saw, all Green focused on, was her.

His rival. His childhood friend.

His reason for a broken heart.

“Leaf…” When he spoke her name, “…there you are…” it was accompanied with a shattered smile.

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When he said her name, it was filled with hope.

Years had passed by a breeze just like the unforgiving air in Mt Silver, yet not once did Leaf think that the place was uninhabitable. She often found herself going back there when she wanted to clear her mind. When she wasn’t travelling around the Kanto and Johto regions, the woman would seek refuge in the cold breeze on top of the dangerous mountaintop. It both amazed and annoyed Green, who would always visit her every now and then in hopes of fixing their broken friendship.

He learned that the woman as quite quirky despite her apathetical look. He found that endearing.

Thinking back on their reunion a few years ago, Leaf could never forget Green who had kneeled on the ground and sought for her forgiveness. In truth, she still couldn’t believe it to this day even. Leaf remembered panicking and waving her cold arms to make him get on his feet. She also remembered Cinnamon hovering literally right above the kneeling man and making the situation worse.

Of course, she forgave him. She did miss her childhood friend, after all.

However, once she did, Leaf soon realized that Green had changed—whether it was for the better or the worst, she hadn’t decided yet.

Green would often visit. He would often bring food—home-cooked ones—for her. Thanks to the man convincing her to get a Pokégear, Leaf was able to keep contact with not just him, but also with the young trainer who had defeated her.

She found out that while she rarely spoke, she was quite expressive in using emojis in texts.

Maybe Kotone’s ecstatic typing skills rubbed off on her.

But most of all, she soon realized that Green was much more vocal around her. When he visited, they would share stories of their daily lives. Oftentimes, it was Green proudly boasting his victories as a gym leader while Leaf quietly listened in amazement. Leaf was also bold in sharing her achievements too, though it’s more on her Pokédex completion and her bumping into wild Pokémon in her journeys.

Apparently, Leaf told him that she had met the three legendary Kantonian birds. Green was surprised that he wasn’t surprised at this information.

The two kept meeting. At first, it was every day. As months flew by, it became every few days. And now, as the years reached them, it had become a habit to see each other at least once a week. And when they did, both found bliss in sharing whatever was in their train of thought.

It was as if they were reverting back their old selves when they were young.

It was everything Leaf ever asked for.

However, a part of Green—a deeper part of him—subconsciously asked for more.

So, when the opportunity rose, Green snatched it in a heartbeat.

“Come to Alola with me.”

Like Leaf, Green was shocked himself at the request he made. “I mean—” A small sense of panic hitched between his words. “Apparently, I got an offer from the Alolan Battling Community yesterday that they’re building a Battling Tree over there. Remember how you and I were both Champions when we were 16?”

The memory was a bitter memory for both, but a part of him mentally sighed in relief to see her nod.

“Well, our little situation is very famous that it’s talked about in other regions too. So, they offered us a job to be battle legends in their facility.” He handed out the letter, brown eyes silently observed as she took and read the contents. “It’s not a permanent job per say but the contract is about a year and we can renew it if we’re interested.” Hands hid under the desk as fingers curled and twitched. “Honestly, I think this is a great opportunity. You told me that you wanted to see more Pokémon, right?”

A smirk tickled his cheek to see her head perk at the chance.

“I’d say a new region will definitely have new Pokémon. Besides, with this—” One hand tapped the letter, “we can join forces and show them just how formidable we both are.” Excitement of the possibilities took over. Sitting up straight, Green raised his right hand to the far right side of his forehead, curled his pinky and ring finger, stretched his middle and index fingers and thumb, and did his signature pose that had already become a habit. “Let’s make our names in Alola as the most indestructible Kanto Champions!”

Silence lingered in the living room.

Upon realizing that he was making a fool of himself, Green quickly lowered his arm and looked away. A curse silently echoed in his mind to feel heat burning his cheeks. While Leaf wasn’t actually laughing—if anything, she was merely staring—it simply didn’t help calm the rapid heartbeat inside his chest.

A deep breath was taken.

Once again, he looked at her.

Ba-dump!

“So…” He kept his gaze on her. He must. “Leaf…” One hand reached forward. Fingers outstretched. As eyes focused on such mesmerizing browns, Green could feel his hand moving towards her wrist.

The hand hovered, then instead placed on her left shoulder.

“Come to Alola with me.”

Cheeks were still hot. Eyes started to spiral the more he looked into the pools of browns that long squeezed his manic heart.

Seconds felt like hours.

Finally, a nod was given.

To see her smile. To see such a radiant shade of red in her cheeks. To see her agreement.

Green was proud of himself for not pulling her for a hug.

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When Green shouted out her name, it was usually due to their glorious victories.

There was a reason as to why they received a favoured reputation back in Kanto. While Green was known to be the most popular and strongest gym leader in Kanto (speaking of, the role was now taken over by a representative since he’s away), Leaf was a mystery that people sought to know and learn. To know that the emotionless woman was the one who dethroned the previous champion who had taken the role in less than an hour, it wasn’t a surprise that she reached a certain fame and inspiration from trainers worldwide.

Green was equally proud and equally bitter still about the situation.

But he’s an adult now. He could act his age.

Now, as they claimed another victory in a double battle, pride only washed over the young man. “We did it, Leaf!” He raised his fist, punching the air a few times as his Blastoise’s roar echoed the bright blue sky. Suddenly, Green felt a soft tap on his shoulder. Head turned to the right. A single eyebrow raised in question.

Both eyebrows then raised once he saw her palm right in front of him.

She didn’t say a word. She never usually did.

But to see excitement bursting in a pair of wide brown eyes. To see a small smile tickle the corners of her mouth. To see her hand positioned right before him, silently waiting for a response.

She didn’t say much, and Green found himself giddy that he could still understand her.

Smirk softened to a joyful smile. He gave his rival partner a triumphant high-five.

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When he muttered her name, Green almost felt breathless.

“Dude, where are you?” He looked around, eyes scanning the area for his rival. A lazy puff of air escaped his mouth, and a tiny annoyed frown followed suit. “Seriously, the moment I said that there’s a rare Pokémon in the field, you just ran off.” In a sense, Green laughed a little at their changed roles. Once upon a time when they were kids, Green had shown more interest in Pokémon way before she ever did. Not to say that he wasn’t; he still dabbled in the field as part of his studies and career. But in Leaf’s case, she was more interested in learning about the many species while still having the same team she had since they were teens—and that team was deemed absolutely…though not absolutely since she was finally defeated by the pigtailed girl—indestructible.

He guessed it made sense that her Pokémon could understand her even without her saying anything; they were the longest with her in their journeys, after all.

Crack.

Teeth gritted momentarily at the ache in his chest.

“Leaf, where are you?” he called out again, now somewhat irritated at the memory and her brief absence. Finally, Green spotted her back along with her Persian who was now rolling on his back by her side. That irritation didn’t last long, but he did hold the intention to nag at her for being off without telling him.

“Leaf, there you are.” A sigh escaped. Hands inside the pockets of his pants, Green walked towards her. “I’ve been looking all over for you. I know you don’t like to talk much, but at least inform me where you’ll…” He watched as she turned around. “…run…off…”

There she was, holding a Dedenne in her arms, nuzzling the Pokémon as a smile rivalled even the brightest sun above.

Her cheeks warmed lovingly under the Alolan sunlight. Her usual sunhat was absent, and this let such long brown locks flutter softly along the gentle breeze. Red lips curled such a breathtaking smile, and this smile only broke out a sweet laugh when the Antenna Pokémon lightly kissed her cheek.

To see such a sight. It stunned Green on the spot.

Unaware of the whirlwind of emotions she was doing to him, Leaf looked at him. The Dedenne was placed close to her right cheek, big brown eyes blinking excitingly at the dashing young man before her.

Isn’t she cute? was what he could clearly interpret.

Ba-dump! was what he could clearly hear.

“Leaf—I…” Her name died on parted lips. The name was faint. Almost unintelligible. As if the name was just a mere pant that spiraled right out of his chest, Green held another breath. Hands inside his pockets turned to fists, nails pinching and poking the skin of his palms.

He saw her. He saw only her.

“Mm,” was all he replied, lips pursed. “Very cute.”

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When she whispered his name, Green felt his whole world had stopped.

When it comes to Leaf, Green had learned and relearned many things about her. He knew she was mostly silent. Adding the fact that she wasn’t an expressive person to begin with really made human interactions hard on her. However, Green was surprised—and proud—that he was able to read her like a book. The man didn’t know when or how, but he assumed them being friends since they were little kids made him easier to decipher and interpret whatever thought that currently occupied Leaf. The smallest of smiles or faintest of hums was more than enough to understand what she was trying to convey.

That being said, to wish to hear his name being uttered from her. From her calming melodious voice. From a pair of those luscious lips. It was the one thing that the man desired. The one thing that he never realized just how impactful it would cause on him when she did.

Also, another thing: Leaf was an adventurous woman. It just didn’t register to him just how adventurous she was.

So, when she managed to convince him to go find a Pokémon that resembled a Pikachu, Green was obviously curious as well.

It was the location that made his curiosity die down a little bit.

He didn’t peg himself to be a scaredy-cat. He was as brave as one standard trainer could get. He had faced many terrifying Pokémon. He had braved through countless steep hills. Scars and bruises stamped his body as proof of both his careful and reckless decisions. Green wasn’t one to scare easily.

But to walk inside an abandoned grocery store at the dead of midnight, that was probably the one thing he needed to draw the line on.

In truth, he was surprised—and quite miffed—that she still managed to rope him.

Damn her and her doe eyes.

Carefully they walked around the area. Lights from their Pokégears were barely enough to light the dark place, but it was enough for both trainers to navigate their way towards their target. Green walked carefully, his shoes making one or two squeaking noises that alerted him way more than he wanted to.

The woman beside him walked even quieter. Her steps—like her—didn’t utter a single sound as if she was a ghost herself.

Green shivered and cursed mentally at that unneeded thought.

Creaaak…

The sound made them stop immediately.

Green wanted to speak. Or maybe to scream. He almost looked to the side and wanted to reassure himself at her presence rather than whatever that may have popped right in front of them.

However, just as fear was supposed to take root, shock instead dug its claws deep.

He felt his left arm being held tightly. He felt something soft and warm being squeezed, snuggling right against his arm. And his hand. His hand was swiftly grasped in a tight, firm manner. Soft fingers were squeezed by softer ones. He felt her tremble slightly, and Green had his own breathing hitch as he felt her face pressing roughly against his shoulder.

“Green…”

Amidst the deep darkness, his pupils dilated.

To hear his name. To hear her voice.

To hear her sweet, sweet, sweet voice…

Green shivered. And it wasn’t out of fear.

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Since that night, since the moment his name was whispered in a way that robbed him of his breathing, it was then that Green realized one thing that he had chosen to ignore for a long, long time: His feelings for Leaf.

Because every time he said her name, Green felt his stomach twist into knots.

No. Face was covered by trembling hands. No, no, no! He thought he had grown wiser. He thought he had grown smarter. He shouldn’t feel bitter. He shouldn’t feel distraught. What’s past is past, they said. Yes, it was her fault for stealing his dreams from him. Yes, it was her fault for crushing that dream into dust right before his very eyes. Yes, it was his fault for ignoring her in the course of their childhood and breaking the promise of their forever friendship.

Yes, it was his fault for making her sad and scared at the evening of their final encounter.

But he was a kid back then. He didn’t know any better.

What he did know that seeing her—thinking about her—only caused him to be breathless and his mind to be rattled.

He wasn’t an idiot back then. He knew what those feelings were.

That’s why he never bothered to look for her. That’s why he stopped himself from making an absolute fool. That’s why he made himself busy, both in studies and in battles, just so he could ignore the dreaded guilt that wrapped his very neck. Just so he could ignore his traitorous heart that yearned for her touch. As the years passed by, Green let his past haunt him if it meant punishment for the pain he had caused her.

He needed to get away from her. He needed time to think and reevaluate what she truly meant to him. If, Green thought, that they kept a reasonable amount of distance from each other, his feelings for her would be nothing more than teen angst. He should have moved on. He should have gotten over her.

However, when news of her whereabouts spilled into his ears, Green didn’t think twice to even go to her.

He missed her. So much.

The night he finally saw her again at Mt Silver, Green felt stupid for having tears in his eyes.

Leaf… His heartbeat raced. Leaf…Leaf… His back bowed. Leaf, Leaf, Leaf, Leaf, Leaf, Leaf, Leaf, Leaf, Leaf, Leaf, Leaf, Leaf—! One wide eye glared holes between parted fingers. No, no. What the fuck am I doing?! She forgave me. She had no right to forgive me but she did. I’m her friend now. We’re friends again now—!

Pupils shrunk to dots at the memory of her voluptuous chest pressed against his arm.

Blood rushed madly up to his brain, then stormed straight to his twitching cock.

Fuck! Fingers curled onto a sweaty face. Fuck!

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When Green told Leaf that he didn’t want to continue the contract, he didn’t expect her to argue back.

He looked away, ignoring the shock her widened gaze was giving him. Ignoring the silent gasp that lay her mouth agape.

She wanted a reason.

“It’s just…you know.” His gaze was still averted. “We’ve been doing this for almost a year. It’s great and all. But I did say the contract wasn’t permanent and we have the choice to continue it.”

And you’re not continuing it?

He heard her. She didn’t need to say anything and he heard her.

A harrowing expression gloomed over his face. Teeth gritted hardly inside pursed lips. “I’m sure your National Dex is filling up fast and you want to explore other regions, right?” His voice was steady. “We’ve had our fun but I think it’s time you find other places to challenge yourself. Besides, I know you’ve been itching to travel again.” His voice needed to be steady.

Silence once again lingered in his bedroom of their shared house. As much as he didn’t want her to be in his room—the fact that they were staying under one roof was unbearable enough—the woman was persistent and actually barged in before he could close the door.

He hadn’t turned his head, yet a glance was given to see Leaf actually pondering on the thought.

Finally, a solemn smile was shown.

A nod was given next. Warm brown eyes looked up, looked right at him. As much as it saddened her that this would be the last time they battled as Battle Leaders, Leaf knew Green had a point in his argument.

However, she misunderstood one teeny-tiny part of his reasoning.

He saw this clear as day.

“I’m going back to Kanto.”

Fists curled tightly by his side to once again see bafflement in her eyes.

“I…” Head finally turned, though eyes now cast downwards. “Gym leader duties. I’ve been away for so long.” The echo of his heartbeat was loud. Too loud. “I need to go back to Kanto. You should go.” Out to other regions. Out of his room.

Out of his heart.

“W…Why…”

Her voice was so faint. So meek. Yet it was enough to finally draw his gaze right to her.

A constricted gasp clogged his throat to see tears in his eyes.

Leaf didn’t say anything else. Instead, with one arm furiously wiping such hot tears, she turned her heel and walked.

Not out the door.

But towards his bed.

The gasp turned to a wheeze as it now choked his very lungs.

“W-What…” The frail confidence that marionetted his every word was snipped of its strings. “…are you doing…?”

Plop! The woman sat in the middle of the bed. Legs crossed. Arms crossed as well. Though eyes were filled with treacherous tears, Leaf blinked them away before looking up with a frown.

She wasn’t about to leave him again.

He saw this. He knew this.

And because of that, he was horrified.

“Leaf.” Her name was uttered in a strained breath. “Leave.”

A shake of her head.

“Leave.” Please. “Leave.”

A huff of her chest.

His breathing grew heavy. His heart grew frantic.

Tap…tap… “Pl-ease…” The single plea was broken pathetically. “Leave.” He walked towards the bed. Towards her.

Wide eyes stared as she took a deep breath. Dotted pupils observed as her chest was pushed against crossed arms. His mind grew hazy. His stomach rolled madly. Like a puppet, his feet dragged himself forward.

Tap… Closer. Tap… Closer.

She refused to move.

He stood by the foot of the bed. His dead stare never left hers.

He needed to leave.

“Leaf.” He needed to leave.

Mistaking his glare for something else entirely and engulfed by her own rage, Leaf quickly hopped to her knees and grasped his shoulders.

“Why—” Tears betrayed her as they trailed down flushed cheeks, “—are you pushing me away again?!”

Snap.

Neither knew what happened next.

It was fast. Too fast.

One second, she was on her knees, holding her rival’s shoulders and hoping to shake some senses into him.

The next, she was now lying on her back, her wrists gripped and raised above her head while pink lips were being kissed by the one man who had broken her heart once.

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When he apologized, her name was exhaled in a weak whimper.

“I’m sorry, Leaf…” The apology was but a mere breath, and Green immediately pressed his lips to hers again. Hands firm on her delicate shoulders, the man pressed his knees on either side of her hips. Brown hair a mess and in disarray, he licked a stripe across her lower lip.

Out of shock and body shivered at the reaction, Leaf parted her lips.

With a sharp breath, Green pressed his kiss deeper.

His tongue pierced into her mouth, seeking for her own and tangling around in swirls. His head tilted slightly, mind growing dizzy at the taste—at her taste. He licked upwards, tickling her tongue before hungrily prodding it out.

This is it. he thought. We’re over. Their friendship. Their rivalry. Their bond. All the things they went through. All the memories they’ve made. All that Green fought and held back. All that Leaf believed and kept. He decided to throw it all away just so he could feed his sick, twisted desire. Leaf would hate him. Leaf would despise him. As much as it killed him, Green had no one to blame but himself—

He flinched when he felt her mouth pressed harder.

The action actually snapped him back to reality—even for a moment. Dark brown eyes were swallowed by dilated pupils. Green pulled back, mouth parted and panting as he gaped at the woman below him.

Her pupils were just as blown. Her cheeks were just as flushed.

Her hands that were on his shoulders moved on the sides of his neck. Slim fingers traced up the back of his neck, sending delicate shivers that caused him to gulp down a pathetic whimper. Pink, wet lips stayed apart, breathing hot and heavy as it caressed his warm face. Not once did she look away. Not once did she turn away. Leaf kept her gaze on him, words faint as ever through mouth but loud as they could be through such gentle, brown eyes.

He needed to focus. He needed to reassure.

Because when he saw her expression, he knew damn well what it meant: Leaf wanted this as well.

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“Leaf…” When he whispered her name, “punch me and kick me,” his lips hovered on the right side of her neck, “and run away immediately. Please…” And with that, he nipped her skin and sucked—hard and long—on a delicate spot on her neck.

Lying on her back, Leaf shivered at the ticklish sensation. Her eyes squeezed shut, tears barely forming on the corners of her eyes. Face as hot as her Charizard’s flames, she lifted her head slightly. The action only made him plant another nip on her skin. The action only made her cause another shiver.

Distracted, Leaf then snapped her eyes open at the feel of a rough hand slipping inside her shirt.

She felt the hand caress her stomach, palms sliding up, up until it reached her left breast.

Point and middle fingers parted to a V, squeezing and pressed into the plump skin he had dreamed so much to hold. The same fingers brushed her areola, fingertips circled on it without ever touching the neglected nipple.

His mouth shook a smile when he felt her shuffle.

Popping away from her neck, Green lightly nibbled her earlobe. The other hand curled to a fist, nails digging into soft sheet when he heard a stifled moan. “Do you want me…?” The question was faint. A whisper. “Tell me you want me, Leaf…” He licked the shell of her ear, giving her another shiver and an arch of her hips.

Feeling this, he pressed his hips onto hers.

Another moan slithered out of her to feel something hard pressed against her crotch.

“Leaf…” His breathing remained heavy. “Leaf…” His thoughts remained hazy.

Pulling away, Green slipped his hand out.

Before she could register the absence and be disappointed, Leaf instead let out a short gasp to see and feel Green tugging her shirt upwards. The shock kept her still, but her rival easily slipped the big shirt off of her and threw it to the side of the bed. A sudden chill pricked her skin, and Leaf wanted nothing more to huddle inside a sheet and preferably hide her shame from the man above.

However, she then saw his face.

Hot. Heated. Handsome.

“Leaf…” was all that came out. “Leaf…” Blown pupils seeing nothing but her, Green leaned forward. His lips then caught hers in a quick peck. Hands holding her arms, he trailed such hungry lips downwards.

To the light red marks on her neck. To the soft skin of her collarbone. To the warm spot of her rapidly beating chest.

And finally, finally, to the stiff peak of her brown nipple.

A tongue jutted out, licking up and down. He felt her body arch again, and Green held her in place as he traced little circles on the delicious teat. The other hand reached for her right breast, pressing and squeezing the soft mound. Trying to balance the pleasure on her chest, Green flicked her left nipple and lightly pinched her right.

Head clouded with lust, Leaf only breathed out whimpers and frail squeaks. One hand cupped her panting mouth while the other slid through the bushy strands of his brown hair.

Just when she thought he had calmed down, he proved her wrong.

Mind overriding with desire, Green took her right nipple into his mouth. Without so much a warning, he sucked the teat. Tongue circled around it in a feverish speed, teeth then softly, gently, gingerly nibbled the delicious meat. His left hand pinched and pulled her right nipple, making it stiffer and wetter as he slathered the remaining saliva on her breast.

She tasted so delicious. So delicious.

Mouth and hand busy giving their attention to her chest, Green pressed his aching cock against her crotch. The pieces of clothing were starting to frustrate him, but Green continued his focus as he grinded slowly against her.

Despite the thin barriers between them, he felt something soaking his pants. And he knew it wasn’t just his precum.

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When he slurred her name, he looked as if he was in a trance.

“Fuck, Leaf…” Glazed eyes looked at the women under him. “You’re so fucking wet…”

His rival didn’t say anything, instead panting and biting back more embarrassing moans.

Taking it as a challenge, Green curled the two fingers inside of her. A stunning smirk curled swirls on his face. “That’s it, baby…” In and out he pumped his fingers. “Feels good right?” Pulling back slightly, his thumb tapped and rolled on her hard clit. “You want this right?”

He never expected her to respond.

And most of all, he never expected her to respond it with an erratic nod.

“Fuck…!” Smirk melted to a foolish gape; Green parted his ring and middle fingers. His cock twitched every time she arched, and the sight only drove his sanity out at every moan. Leaning towards her, Green raised one arm and positioned it above her head. “You really want this, huh?” Glossy eyes looked at the love of his life. The same hand above her head petted her hair, fingers lacing through long, soft strands. “You really, really want me, Leaf?” In and out and in and out his fingers pumped. Wet walls clenched around slender fingers, quietly answering his question which only made his mind even more delirious.

Her eyes met his, glistening and clouded. Her responses were in echoes of whimpers and moans, but they were more than enough to let her dear rival know that he was doing enough.

And yet, they both wanted more.

Those beautiful eyes only widened once she felt the curled fingers scraped upwards.

“Gr—” The name choked on her throat, Leaf arched and wiggled when he thrusted faster. The moving digits only made her walls tighter. His quick wrist and curled fingers only made her moans louder.

He could never forget such a sight.

“Cum for me, baby.” His voice was even. His sight never left her. “Come on… Show me your face—” His fingers plunged deeper. The heel of his hand rubbed and nudged—again, again, again! —on her soaked clit, “—as you cum…!”

For once in his life, Green heard the beautiful ringing of her scream.

All Leaf saw was white and sparks. Her head tilted upwards, eyes rolling as if they could almost roll all the way to the back. She didn’t realize her feet were planted on the mattress. She didn’t realize her back continued to tremble as she continued to chase her ecstasy.

Plop.

Lying limply on the soft bed, Leaf closed her eyes and tried to even her breathing. Her heart raced and banged against her chest. Both hands sprawled on the messy bedsheet. Though she was a trainer famous for her stoic expression, bright burn red kissed her face even though the AC in the room was blasted as its coldest temperature.

Slurp.

The sound intensified among the hazy silence. It actually rid Leaf of her calmness. And when she opened her eyes to see the source of the sound, her vain sense serenity only sizzled into a crisp.

Pink tongue licking one middle finger upwards, Green flashed a devilish smirk. “Yes?”

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As much as Green loved her voice, he decided to shut her up with his mouth when he entered her.

Because if he didn’t do that, the room would instead be filled with echoes of his embarrassing moans.

None moved a muscle. One stayed perfectly still while the other shivered weakly beneath him. His arms pressed deeply into the mattress and positioned on either side of her head. His head laid on the left side of her neck, lips peppered feather-like kisses as silent apologies of the brief, sharp pain he had inflicted upon her.

Meanwhile, the woman under him took deep breaths, little tears trickling down the sides of her head. Heat flushed from cheeks to the tips of her ears. While body had stiffened momentarily from the piercing pain, it started to lessen as each manic heartbeat went by. Graceful hands gripped his shoulders, skin bare and hot that gave her a sense of warm ease. Her legs remained lifted; the sides pressed against his hips as a quiet order to refuse him from moving any deeper.

“Leaf…”

Just as pain began to disappear, pleasure started to flow.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, yet Leaf easily let her lips slant perfectly against his. Chu… His kiss sent her heart ablaze. Chu… Chup… Chu… His kisses caused her core to flutter around his throbbing cock. Hands slid from shoulders to face, shaking palms squishing his beet red cheeks. Warm air caressed each other’s faces. Tongues met in the middle, curling and twisting as moans slithered in the mix.

Pop. He pulled back.

Brown eyes met a pair of softer browns.

“Can I move?” The ask was soft. Gentle. “Please…? He nuzzled a spot under her chin, voice meek like a man pathetically begging for mercy. “Please…”

Her words were void. A nod was given.

That was all the consent he needed.

Slowly, he pulled out. The head of his cock stayed inside. Arms switched to palms. Green pulled himself up to get a good look of the one person who had been stirring his heart since the day they met.

Dark brown eyes were only swallowed by dilated pupils as he pushed slower.

In…out…

He watched as Leaf exhaled shaky whimpers and whines.

In…out…

He watched as Leaf braved herself and met his hungry gaze.

In—

He watched as Leaf licked her wet, plush lips, eyes wide and hazy as irises were swirled in wanton desire.

Thump—!

And watched…

Schlip—!

And watched…

Schlip—!

As he moved faster—and faster—and faster!

“Arceus—Leaf!” His back straightened slightly; hands moved until he gripped onto her waist. “You feel so fucking good…!” Again and again and again he moved inside her. Though a condom was worn, Green felt his brain turn to mush to feel her wet walls cling and grip onto him. He wondered what it would be like if he wasn’t wearing such a bothersome thing. He wondered what it would be like to feel her soaking pussy covering every single curve of his straining cock. He wondered what it would be like to cum deep inside her, filling her womb and seeing a bump on her stomach that showed everyone whom she belongs to—

Suddenly, he felt her legs quake and her body tremble.

“Leaf…!” Her actions and his raging thoughts completely fracturing his rationality, Green felt himself reaching the end as well. Hands rough on her hips, he pulled her as deep as he could and came.

As if reading his mind, Leaf wrapped her wobbling legs around him, refusing to let the man go even though he never had the intention to.

Feeling his energy drain from the high, Green softly plopped his body onto her. His body shook slightly at a chuckle to hear a soft ‘oof’ from underneath. Arms back to positioning on either side of her head, Green lifted himself up and looked at the woman who had long stolen his heart.

Such eyes captivated him. He could never live without seeing such a sight ever again.

“Leaf…” When he whispered her name, “don’t ever leave me again…” it was accompanied with a long, deep kiss.

His cheeks felt wet. He never did realize it.

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When her name popped up the second he woke up, guilt overwhelmed him until he wasn’t able to breathe.

I— A panted mouth was covered harshly by trembling palms. What…the fuck… Dotted pupils stared forward, then turned to the side in a horrified gaze. …did I do—

There she was. Snuggled under the covers. Hair in beautiful disarray and face blanketed in peace. Even her snores were faint, lulling into a peaceful melody that should tickle his heart.

But no. Instead, the sight and sound only drove his heart to a dry, choking throat.

What had he done? What did he do? He had ruined everything. He had soiled the very friendship he so desperately sought for. He had torn every piece of trust she had of him the very moment he laid his lips on her.

His heart continued to race. Faster and faster and faster. One hand limply clutched his aching chest as a vain act of finding peace.

In all honesty, Leaf would have resisted if she hated it. If she hated him.

But what if she didn’t?

What if she pitied him?

All this time, it was him who looked for her. All this time, it was him who dragged her around. She had every chance to say no. She had every chance to decline or leave. But what if all this time, she never did because she felt bad for ruining his childhood dreams? On the night of their fight, he foolishly made it clear that it was Leaf’s fault, and she kept it to heart even though she never plainly said it. Maybe this was her act of redemption. Maybe this was her way of saying sorry.

And last night…when he pushed her and took everything, maybe this was her twisted form of apology.

Shaky breathing only got shakier, rasped and broken as he gasped a frail gasp.

She didn’t want him to leave her. Didn’t want him to break their broken friendship.

And yet, it was never her who shattered it to pieces.

Hands clapped to ringing ears, Green bent forward. His eyes remained wide, tears now forming on each side.

What would happen when she wakes up later? She might forgive him. Hell, she might turn a blind eye and think nothing much of it. But knowing Leaf, it would eat her alive if she were to ever think back of that night. It would kill her on the inside and yet, she was willing to throw everything away if it meant keeping his vain, prideful, foolish self from breaking what left’s of their brittle friendship.

If he were to do it again to her, she would let him.

Crack.

A withered heart shattered inside a heavy chest.

He should stay away. He should push her away until she had no choice but to leave him again.

That was the only way she could find peace. The only way she could seek happiness. He brought nothing but pain and tears for her. From the moment he chose to ignore her when they were kids, Green left nothing but agony in the poor woman’s heart.

However…

Drip…drip…

He couldn’t bear to lie to himself and Leaf again.

“Ah…” Any more than this, and he could lose more than just hope. “A-Aah…”

Suddenly, a felt something touching his right arm.

The gentle action was enough to make him jump. Quickly, he turned to the side, a gasp then exhaled sharply to see a pair of dazzling brown eyes that both healed and poisoned him.

“L-Leaf!” In a frantic daze, he wiped his tears with one arm. “Ahaha, good morning!” Mind frazzled with the emotions that whirlpooled inside, Green straightened his back until a faint crack was heard.

The actions were a failure. Green couldn’t deny the sorrowful gaze that twinkled in her eyes.

And yet, he kept lying.

“Hope you had a nice sleep.” His smile ached. “Hate to break it to you, but you were drooling a puddle on the pillow.” His stomach turned. “Last night was a doozy, huh? Can’t believe you let me do all that—” Snap. Crack. “—to you.”

Leaf slowly sat up, one hand holding the covers up to her chest. She couldn’t deny that red marks were painted all over her neck and chest. If she were to look at a mirror right now, Leaf might have squeaked in embarrassment. Cheeks were dusted in pink. Slightly bruised lips were pulled to a tiny frown.

Joy should be brimmed within her right now once she woke up. But the second she saw him—bent horribly forward and face torn with tears—Leaf knew something was wrong.

And unfortunately, she was right.

“I get that you want to leave me.”

No, she didn’t—

“I’m sorry. I know you hate me right now, so I’ll get off your hair.”

No, she never would—!

“I get it.” The words were seethed between gritted teeth. “I get it.” The forced laughter was laced with thick poison. “You’ll never see me again.” Crack, crack! One trembling palm pressed firmly against the mattress. His head immediately turned away from her. “I pro—”

“Do you hate me that much…”

Smash!

To hear her voice—meek and frail…almost hoarse—utter such a sentence. Green swore he felt his façade shatter into a million pieces.

Instantly, his smile dropped. Instantly, he looked at her.

To see her face once again filled with tears. Once again caused by him. It could only make a man insane within a matter of seconds.

“N-No…” The reply was faint. Unintelligible. “No, no!” His body reacted out of reflex. In the first heartbeat, he turned to face her. In the second heartbeat, he pulled her for a tight hug. In the third heartbeat, he nuzzled her chest like a child who was swallowed with shame.

“No… No…!” His face rested on her beating chest. “I can’t—I can never hate you, Leaf!” Vision was obscured by thick tears. Trembling arms were firm around her waist. “I never did hate you. I never did despise you. E-Even when we were kids, I only ever like you. I…” Mouth parted and panted. “I thought that as we grew up, I would be able to forget these feelings and move on. I thought when we reunited, you would accept me as your friend again and I would be happy with that forever…!”

He was a fool. A fool.

“That’s why— Last night was—” He nuzzled into her chest again, voice muffled by tears and the warm touch of her skin. Teeth clattered and chattered as he uselessly tried to keep it together. “I love you. I can’t lose you again. I love… I love you too much that I did all that to you last night. I love you. I love you—!”

The confession echoed inside the room. It rang with tears and sobs, and the one woman in his arms could hear him perfectly.

“I love you.” Eyes stared downwards, blank and red. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!” Panted lips peppered delirious kisses on each bruise he planted on her. “Please, Leaf.” Even if she hated him. “I love you!” Even if she left him. “I love you—”

“I love you too, Green…”

Her words. Her reply.

It made him stop.

The air around them felt heavy still.

He didn’t know when, but Green then pulled himself upwards, dotted pupils staring at the angel in front of him. “W-Wha…”

He saw her smile. Beautiful and radiant.

“I love you too.” Again, she said it, voice clear and ringing. Delicate palms held his cheeks, fingers brushing away tears that stained his handsome face. Her smile grew sweeter, accompanied with a blush that was also stained of clear tears.

“I love you a lot,” When she murmured his name, “Green…” it was filled with love that poured into his broken heart.

Shock held her still only for a brief moment as she felt her body being pulled to another tight hug. Arms were spread apart. Light brown eyes blinked in stupor.

“Ah, I’m s-so…glad…”

All that reverberated was the sound of his sobs.

“Thank you…. T-Thank you…” Face now resting on her left shoulder, Green let himself drown in his wails.

Sniffling quietly, Leaf wrapped her arms around his head and nuzzled her smile into his hair.

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“Leaf!”

The man’s smile was as radiant as the sun. The moment dark brown eyes met a pair of lighter browns, his smile widened brighter. “Come on, babe!” he spoke, voice almost a gleeful pitch as he held her hand. “The receptionist at the Battle Tree told me that we have some Champions from other regions today! How about we show them what the Kanto Champion Couple can do, eh?” Fingers laced perfectly with hers, he brought her hand up and kissed the back of it. A cheeky grin pressed her skin, and it only curled to swirls to see her adorable reaction.

The woman looked at him, eyes big in adoration and cheeks a touch of pink. Words were void from her—they always were—but her lover never needed them as her expression was enough to evoke a response.

And yet, sometimes it always felt better to let him hear her.

Because when she said his name, “Let’s go, Green!” it always assured him that she truly, only ever loved him just as he only, truly ever loved her.

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