#im just glad i was here and managed to get them loose when they were still reasonably energetic!

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Amongst a chorus of "come on sweetness, come on sugar, we've almost got it! You're being so brave!" I freed my first snake from the glue traps at work 😮‍💨 I'm covered in bug bites now because I was working on it outside

[sp10o0sh]

Charm Person (Chance/Parker)

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Chance is hosting a session of D&D at his apartment! Unfortunately, (Or Fortunately) He cannot stop himself from flirting with Parker.

Tags: Dungeons & Dragons, Slow Build, Slow Burn, First Kiss, First Time, Oral Sex, Fluff and Smut, Fluff, I love Jerry, Not Beta Read, Human AU, Asexual Author writes smut god save us all

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Hey chat omg... I'm so glad y'all freaked with the last writing I wrote, and I hope some of you out there like this one too! I'm so sleep deprived and I'm not sure if I'm even proud of this.. but yk. We ball.

Cross-posted to AO3, under user @/sp10osh (Or Click Here !)

Im so sorry if this sucks dew dew! but I hope it's at least bareable! :3

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Chance stood in the middle of his dining room, surveying the chaos of scattered dice, character sheets, and snacks. The sun dipped low outside, casting a warm glow that danced across the walls. He was always excited to play a session with his friends, but even more so when he was hosting it. They took turns hosting occasionally, but his apartment was a favorite. His dining room was always set up in a way that felt both comforting, and managed to pull his friends into the fantasy realm quickly.  

As he set up the final touches, Chance carefully placed a few candles around the table, his final touch to enhance the atmosphere. He adjusted the lighting, dimming it just enough to create an inviting ambiance without sacrificing visibility. The scent of salty and sweet snacks filled the air with the many bowls he had scattered around, and it did well to mingle with the faint aroma of his favorite incense. With everything in place, he took a step back, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. Tonight, they would continue on their journey through the foggy marsh that they approached at the end of last session. 

Penelope was the first one there, already cross-legged in her chair at the table. Her notes, admittedly, were the prettiest to look at. Pastel highlighters marked the most important beats. She lifted her dice bag to the table, opening it before she retrieved a pretty purple set from inside. She held them up to the light and beamed at Chance. “These roll better,” she said, almost absently, “And they match Maryra’s vibe, Dontcha think?” Her question came out nervous, and she looked towards Chance for approval. 

Chance beamed at her, “Absolutely!” He responded. This was Penelope's first campaign, and Chance was already so proud of how much sincerity she put into learning the game. He opened his mouth to say something else when a knock cut him off. 

When he answered the door, Jerry and Mac were waiting for him. Jerry threw his backpack onto the couch and immediately sprawled out at the table with a sketchpad. He always claimed he wasn't much of an artist, but the group disagreed. Seeing him sketch out everyone's character made everyone feel a bit giddy. His character had originally started off as “just a guy with a sword or something,” but now Jerry explained to Penelope vague details about family betrayal and twin brothers lost at sea. He had already worked on it with Chance, and filled Mac in on the ride here. “He’s not just a guy,” he said without looking up. “He’s got trauma now.” 

Penelope hummed in approval, “Oooh! Making Kragg sad. I dig it.” 

Mac had two iced coffees in one hand, their other hand steadying their forearm crutch. Chase took one of the coffees from them, smiling. “Penelopes.” Mac said to Chance, who nodded and went to hand her the coffee. 

“You didn't have to get that for me!” Penelope said, flustered by the unexpected gift.

Mac smiled. “I wanted to, you kept talking about how you wanted to try this flavor, so just shush!” They walked with Chance over to the table, sitting down in their spot next to Jerry. “Besides, It gets me more points to buy more coffee! Next time I'll be able to have free coffee! So I’m saving money, or whatever.” Mac wore a loose jacket covered in enamel pins, which they draped over their chair as they sat down. 

Looking over his notes, Chance placed a finger on his lip, thinking. “Mac, is Roven keeping the talking sword from last time?”

“Okay,” they said, placing their hands on the table in front of them dramatically. Then they pretended to think about it for a moment. “It's totally cursed, right?” Chance didn't reply, and Mac sighed dramatically, thinking some more. “I do think Roven would definitely keep the cursed talking sword, and would like… research it.” Chance gave a thumbs-up. Penelope gasped and cheered quietly, delighted. Jerry only nodded along, busy with his own character details.

Parker, for his part, had planned on arriving early but got caught up on organizing his character details into more detailed and thought out notes, and then looking up more details about everything he could possibly do with his character, and by the time he left it was later than intended. Now he had arrived, and Chance met him at the door. “Hello Traveler, how nice of you to join us!” 

Parker rolled his eyes, but smiled despite himself. “I didn't mean to be late, but oh golly! I have so many things to show you and ask about!” He explained as they walked to the table. Chance's heart swelled as he listened to Parker ramble on. He cared deeply for Parker, probably beyond a platonic level, (definitely on some level of romantic, if he thought about it for more than a moment,) but he never allowed himself to think too deeply into it. It was moments like this that helped remind him exactly why. Parker took his seat next to Penelope at the table, who seemed nervous as he babbled on to Chance about multiclassing. 

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Eventually, at the head of the table, Chance clapped his hands together from behind his DM screen, “Who’s ready to start?” His cheerful dialect seemed to infect the table around him as enthusiastic nods and approval answered him. His notes were in perfect disarray and the pre-session feelings of excitement washed over him. 

By the time everyone had snacks within reach and pencils sharpened (or, in Jerry’s case, chewed beyond recognition), Chance began. He flipped a page in his notebook, eyes scanning notes written in hasty scribbles, Then he looked up with a sly smile:

“As the mist beings to swirl around this group of adventure seekers, the air thickens with an eerie silence, broken only by the distant croak of unseen creatures. The marsh stretches before you, beckoning you deeper into its embrace. Shadows dance among the trees, and the faint glimmer of phosphorescent fungi illuminates the path ahead. With each step, the ground squelches beneath your feet, and an unsettling feeling of being watched creeps up your spine.

The journey through the foggy marsh is laced with uncertainty, yet the promise of a small town with details on the missing prince's whereabouts is rumored to be within the center. This is what pushes you forward. As you navigate the treacherous terrain, the weight of your quest settles upon your shoulders, You begin to wonder if you will even be able to find the missing prince, let alone save him…”

And just like that, the heroes forged onward. And in no time, hours had passed between many interactions and mini battles.  

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Chance explains that there is a figure wrapped in a cloak drawing near to the group, its intentions unknown. Sensing the impending encounter, he grants the party a moment to strategize and take action before they close the distance between them, allowing them to prepare for whatever fate awaits them.

“I hide in a hole,” Jerry said, deadpan, glancing down at his dice. “Kragg sinks into the marsh to hide.” giggles pass around the table. 

“As Kragg slips into the soft ground, he can feel small creatures pass up to his legs, touching him in a way that leaves an unsettling tickle on your skin.” Chance said behind the screen, trying not to laugh.

“Oh he panics now, actually.” 

Mac leaned over to look at the map, laughing, then they then turned to Chance, “Roven is going to try to help Kragg out of the hole.” Penelope agrees, and says she will also help. Parker decides to keep watch on the figure while they help Jerry. 

Once freed, Chance continues on, 

“A figure draped in a dark cloak approaches the adventurers, his voice is smooth and inviting. ‘Greetings, brave souls. I saw you from my watchtower, and I am but a humble guide, here to lead you to my village nestled beyond the hills. These swamps are dangerous to try to navigate  at night…’ As he gestures toward the distant glow of lanterns, He’s vague, and you can't get a good read on him.” 

Parker narrowed his eyes. “Is he being honest?” 

“Could you roll an insight check?” 

“Drats. That's only a seven.” Parker mumbles Back. 

“To the best of your knowledge, He is being Honest.” 

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Chance taps his fingers on the table with a quiet rhythm. “The cloaked figure leads you through the swamp with surprising ease. Every time you think the path disappears, he’s already a step ahead. His lantern casting gold light across tangled roots and sunken stones. After what feels like an hour of walking, you crest a shallow ridge. Below you is a village: quiet, half-sunken into the swamp, but flickering with warm lights. A wooden sign creaks overhead. Blamewood Hollow.”

“I’m already suspicious,” Jerry muttered. “Sketchily named towns have at least two ghosts and a murder rate.”

“I think it sounds charming,” Penelope said. “Maryra links arms with the stranger. ‘Tell me, do you have a tavern, or do your people just sip moonlight and speak in riddles?’ She asks.”

Chance cracked a smile, but continued smoothly. “He laughs, a soft sound. ‘We have both, actually.’ He glances toward Parker, well, toward Callen. ‘I believe you’ll find it… welcoming.’”

Parker blinked, Slowly, then in rapid succession. “Did he just flirt with me?”

“I don’t know,” Chance said coolly, flipping a page in his notes. “Would you like to roll an insight check?”

“Oh my god,” Penelope said under her breath, blinking at Mac, who blinked back.

“I’m not rolling again,” Parker muttered, “I’m emotionally vulnerable and acting on instinct.”

“Very well,” Chance said, looking at something behind the screen. “The man offers to lead you into the inn. It’s crooked, quiet, filled with the scent of unnerving, yet somewhat welcoming smoke. A plump innkeeper in an apron greets you with a wry smile and a raised brow.”

“I immediately walk up to her and start asking questions,” Jerry said. “Kragg is not here to be seduced by haunted villagers. He wants soup and the truth. Where is everyone? What’s the death rate? Any disappearances lately? I’m rolling intimidation.”

“Jerry,” Mac said, barely suppressing laughter.

“No, no,” Chance said, glancing down. “Roll it.”

Jerry rolled, then clapped excitedly. “Eighteen.” 

“The innkeeper flinches slightly,” Chance narrates, slowly. “‘We keep to ourselves,’ she says, eyes darting toward the window. ‘Strangers don't always do well here after dark.’”

“See?” Jerry said triumphantly. “Ghosts.”

“Roven leans in gently,” Mac said, “and asks if there’s someone we could talk to. Like… a village leader. Or someone who knows about the Prince and where he went.”

“‘That would be the warden, Tumlous,’” Chance replied in character. “‘But he hasn’t come down to town in days. You're welcome to rest here for the night.’”

“I will not be resting,” Jerry muttered.

Chance nodded. “Very well.” 

Meanwhile, Parker leaned closer to the table. “Callen is going to speak with the cloaked man again. Just… see what else he can learn.”

Chance glanced up briefly, voice shifting. “‘You look tense,’” the man says, stepping into the firelight. “‘Surely it’s not me that has you on edge?’”

Parker blinked. “I, uh, Callen shrugs. ‘You’re very confident for someone wandering around in the dark.’”

“‘Confidence is survival,’ the stranger murmurs. ‘Especially for people like us. We walk between two worlds, don’t we?’”

“People like us?”

“Oh my god,” Penelope whispered.

Mac leaned in. “Is your NPC hitting on him again?”

“I’m just delivering the lines,” Chance shrugged, perfectly composed. “‘I imagine your work must keep you terribly busy. But I could offer you something simpler. Quiet. A place to rest. Just for tonight.’”

Parker had his face in his hands. “Callen says, ‘I’m… not… Well, uh..’”

“‘What is it, Little songbird?’” Chance replied, voice lower now. “He circles around you, running a finger along your lyre, ‘What is it you need?’ He asks, leaning down to your ear to whisper that last line.’”

Gasps echoed around the table as Parker sat there, mouth agape. He frantically busied himself with his notes, muttering about spells and whatnot. Chance watched the flush that spread across Parker's face, amused and proud all at once. This wasn't the first time he had flirted with his friends while playing, but based on the looks Mac and Penelope were giving him, he wasn't being so subtle. 

“I freakin’ knew it,” Penelope whispered to herself.

Jerry slammed his die down. “Kragg will be barricading the inn door, thank you. I will not be murdered in my sleep because the bard has the hots for mysterious swamp men.”

Mac, laughing so hard they had to lean on the table, added, “Roven’s going to follow the guy when he leaves. From a distance. Very suspiciously.”

Chance smiled, still effortlessly in control of the scene. “As you settle into your rooms and the night creeps deeper into Blamewood Hollow, you can’t help but wonder: was it just a warm welcome… or a warning?” 

He leaned back in his chair, and smiled at Parker, who was watching him like he was glowing. 

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The next morning, Against Mac’s better judgement, the party set out to the center of the swamp, and made their way through a haunted abandoned temple. By the end of the session, Kragg’s beard was cursed, Maryra had acquired an ancient lute with a soul trapped inside it, Roven had at least three moral dilemmas, and Callen had written down three different temple names no one else remembered hearing.

“Next week,” Chance said, stacking his notes, “we head east into the mountains.”

“That’s where the Order of the Cracked Sol is based, right?” Parker asked, flipping through his notes.

Chance blinked, his face heating up as he babbled out his words, “Holy crit. You remembered that?”

“Yeah,” Parker said, quietly. “I remember stuff you say.”

Chance smiled, small and real. “Well. I.. Uh yeah! That one!” He laughed. 

Mac stood up with a stretch, using their crutch to balance as they slung their bag over one shoulder. “You guys seriously need to get this sorted out before some of our characters kiss by accident.”

Penelope nodded solemnly. “They’re absolutely going to kiss by accident.”

“They are not going to kiss,” Parker replied.

“I didn’t say it would be bad,” Mac said, already heading to the door.

Chance tapped his pencil once against the table, then looked across at Parker again. “But if they did…”

Parker froze.

“…would it really be an accident?” He winked, and Chance laughed. Parker laughed along, but he had no idea if it was supposed to actually be a joke. He felt very conflicted. 

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The front door shut with a final thump as Mac called out a cheerful, “Later, geeks!” Penelope and Jerry had already gone ahead, arguing about whether bards were overpowered or just overused. Then it was quiet.

Parker lingered near the edge of the table, eyes still scanning over his character sheet like something new might appear if he stared hard enough. Chance was in the kitchen, collecting mugs and empty chip bags, humming something soft under his breath.

“I can help,” Parker said, already stepping forward before the words fully formed.

Chance looked over his shoulder, smiled. “Thanks. That table’s always a battlefield after we finish.”

Parker followed him into the kitchen, brushing his shoulder against the doorframe on the way in, and then stood awkwardly at the counter, unsure what to do with his hands. He reached for a mug, fumbled it, and caught it just before it hit the floor.

“Holy crit!” Chance turned, eyebrows raised, a grin creeping across his face. “Nice reflexes.”

“I… I rolled high?” Parker said automatically, then closed his eyes in horror. “That was… never mind.”

“No,” Chance said, laughing. “I liked it. It was cute. Funny.” He corrected himself. 

After that, they moved slowly around each other in the narrow kitchen, Parker rinsing dishes, Chance drying them. Naturally, eventually their hands touched over the same spoon, and both of them drew back a little too fast.

“Sorry,” Parker said, voice tight.

“It’s okay,” Chance replied, looking everywhere except directly at him.

There was a long pause while the faucet ran and the hum of the refrigerator filled the silence. Chance leaned his hip against the counter, folding a towel in nervous hands. They were never this awkward, but anxiety hummed within his chest. He tried to find the words to ease the tension, but he couldn't. 

“You were really into it tonight,” was all he could supply. “The game, I mean. I can tell when someone’s actually paying attention to what I build.”

Parker nodded quickly. “I mean, yeah. It’s amazing. You think of things I wouldn’t. The stones? The way you tied in Mac’s patron? It’s like…”

Chance looked over. “Like what?”

“It’s like you’re playing a campaign inside our campaign,” Parker said, fumbling with his own hands anxiously as he rambled on, his face growing hotter as he spoke. “Like.. you know everything before we do. And I… I like figuring out how your brain works.”

Chance blinked. “That’s... probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said about my weird swamp dungeon.” He laughed nervously. 

“I mean it,” Parker said, quieter now, suddenly conscious of how close they were standing. “I always want to know what you’re thinking.”

Chance looked at him for a moment, unreadable. “Sometimes I’m thinking about how much you notice.”

Another pause. The air felt static.

Parker opened his mouth, then closed it again. Then as Chance reached past him to grab the sponge, his brain short-circuited entirely, and he jumped back, then laughed awkwardly, wiping his forehead absentmindedly.

“Oops! Haha! Sorry! I don't know why I did that!” Parker blurted out. He opened his mouth again, to say something else, but nothing came out this time. 

Chance laughed, awkward and shaky, rubbing the back of his neck. Then he reached past him again, slowly this time, and turned off the sink.

“You wanna stay a little longer?” he asked. “I could show you the map for next week, let you.. Uhm, see into my head some more?”

This calmed Parker down, and he took a deep breath, “Only if I get to ask twenty more hyper-specific questions.”

Chance nodded, “I would expect nothing different.” 

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Chance pulled out his campaign binder from a tote bag tucked away by the kitchen island, flipping it open to a fold-out map drawn in colored pencil and smudged ink. “So this,” he said, laying it across the table, “is the Shardspine Mountains. You’re headed here next week… unless, of course, by some miracle, Penelope seduces the cursed lute and rewrites the plot.”

Parker leaned in, his shoulder brushing lightly against Chance’s. He was close, close enough for Chance to smell the floral hints of his shampoo and feel the soft warmth of his breath when he spoke. 

Bless him, Parker was looking over everything with such care and grace. He dragged his fingers across the ink, biting his bottom lip as he took in the details Chance was sharing with him. His attention to detail, details Chance had created, was driving him crazy. He felt lightheaded and dizzy in all the good ways. 

Parker pointed at a small, jagged pass. “Wait, what’s this? A side path?” 

Chance tried to answer. He really did. But Parker was leaning closer, chin almost hovering near his shoulder, and the sound of his breath near Chance’s neck was doing something completely unreasonable to his ability to form coherent thoughts. “Holy crit.” 

“Sorry?”

Chance closed his eyes, exhaled, and stepped back half a foot. “Okay,” he said, abruptly. “I have to say this before I combust.”

Parker blinked, startled. “Say what?”

“I’ve been trying to be so, so, very cool about it,” Chance said quickly, voice rushing and color rising in his face, “but you’re standing there breathing on my neck like it’s nothing and I’m just supposed to keep talking about elevation grades and..” He waved his hand around “Whatever else like I’m not losing my mind over how stupidly hot I think you are.”

Parker’s eyes widened. Then he laughed. A small, surprised sound.

“You think I’m hot?” he said. “I'm not… I'm hardly…” He babbled, waving his hands around defensively. “Youre so much hotter than me, and like.. I still can’t think because of earlier and..” 

Chance froze. “Wait. what?”

“I’m serious,” Parker said, half-breathless now, unable to look into Chance's eyes. “You can’t just flirt with me as a character and not expect me to think about it all night. It's like you knew that I… uh.. you…”

Chance ran his hands over his face, partly hiding himself due to the embarrassment of it all. 

“And like we get close all the time! If you hadn't done all that earlier we wouldn't be so guh-! And gah-! You know?” he rambled, backing up against the table to give himself space to breathe. “If anything I should be the nervous one! Like.. a character whispering in my ear and..!” 

Chance peaked between his fingers, just as flustered but seemingly feigning confidence. “You liked that?”

“I loved that,” Parker said, then coughed. “I think I really like you. Outside of like… playing characters and stuff.”

The air felt like it changed. Not that it actually had, but an understanding passed through them. Chance slowly lowered his hands and gave Parker a look, a movie-perfect mixture of fuck-it and fuck-me. He stepped forward. Parker was rooted to the floor, hands gripping the table behind like an anchor, knuckles bloodless and shaking.

Chance reached out, not for Parker’s face or hand, but around him, resting palm flat on the table, inches from where Parker held on. “I really like you.” Chance mumbled, looking at Parker over the rim of his glasses as he moved further into his space. “More than I've ever liked anybody before.” 

“Chance,” Parker said. He barely heard his own voice above the pulse in his head. There was a pause. Parker's voice had been raw with honesty, trembling between fear and hope, and it made Chance’s throat dry. 

“I've felt this way for so long, I think,” Chance said, voice soft. “I was so scared of making any moves outside of the characters, the games, all of that… It’s fun, but oh, Parker, I want you. Not just you in my head.” 

Parker stared at him, flummoxed, “I, oh golly! Oh Jesus. Okay. Um.” He looked up to Chance, “You want me?” he giggled, enjoying the way this attention made him feel.

“Ever since you first did that stupid wizard voice, in our first oneshot” Chance said, barely holding it together. “You never notice how much it affects me but I,” He made an odd strangled sound, equal parts laugh and groan. “God, I sound insane.”

“No,” Parker said. He was close now. “You sound like someone that knows what he likes.”

"So," Chance didn't get the chance to finish his question, as Parker's lips suddenly met his own. It was a brief kiss, trembling with uncertainty and nerves, but it was enough to convey Parker's intentions. Parker's fingers tangled in Chance's hair, holding him close, while Chance let out a groan against his lips.

"Is this okay?" Parker murmured, his breath mingling with Chance's in the space between them.

"Yes, so much more than okay. It’s perfect. You’re perfect." Chance replied, his voice filled with eagerness, sincerity, and longing. "I'll do whatever you want." He said. The flush that crept up Parker's cheeks and down his neck was unmistakable. 

Chance is not a confident man by any means. Alas, He wanted nothing more than to please Parker. They were frozen for a moment until Chance was struck with an idea. With a playful smirk, Chance leaned closer, his lips brushing against Parker's ear as he whispered, "Tell me what you want, Little Songbird." He was always more confident when DMing. 

Parker's response was an affirmative whine, a soft gasp that tickled Chance's ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He liked it just as much as Chance enjoyed doing it. Parker refused to meet Chance's eye, muffling something that was half a laugh, half a plea. “At least take me to your bed, hm?” 

“Okay,” Chance laughed, nodding. “Come with me.” Parker’s hands found his waist as they walked, grabbing onto Chance’s hoodie as if it could steady him. The walk down the hall was a blur. Parker’s legs felt like they belonged to someone else, he barely registered the nerdy posters on the wall, or the shelf of minis. 

Chance’s fingers found Parker’s jaw, guiding him to meet his lips. It was longer this time, sweeter. Despite the desperation both of them felt in their body, it was full of tenderness. He leaned back, breaking just enough to look Parker in the eye. “Is it inappropriate to say I really love you?” Had they not been friends before this, maybe, but right now, it was the only emotion either of them felt. 

Parker smiled. “I love you too.” he replied bashfully. 

Chance felt high off of the love he was feeling, and was already pressing another kiss to Parker’s jaw, guiding him to sit down on his bed. Parker let Chance lead him, happy to follow along. 

“You’re gonna break me,” he muttered between kisses, or tried to. It came out softer, breathier, strange to his own ears.

Chance gently pushed him down on his pillows and hovered over him. He brushed the hair from his eyes. “Do you want that?” He asked. 

Parker gasped in response. “Yes. Well, I mean. Can we start off..? I really would like that! I just..” He babbled, growing more nervous again. “I'm kind of.. Well… this is my first time with someone else… I’m Sorry-” Parker so desperately wished he were cooler. He wished he knew what to do with his hands. He wished he had any experience to help him. He wanted nothing more than to do something for Chance in the way he was doing so much for him. 

When he started babbling out senseless apologies, Chance took his cheek in his hand tenderly. “Don’t apologize for being inexperienced, silly.” He said gently. “I’ve got you, I’ll take good care of you.” 

Parker whined, the reassurance had almost felt better than anything else that night. Almost. Chance’s thumbs skimmed across Parker’s cheekbones, and his mouth dragged soft and deliberate along the line of Parker's jaw. 

Chance’s mouth found the place behind his ear that made him gasp when soft praises were whispered to him. And when Chance trailed a hand along his side he gasped, arching up into his hips without thinking.

"Still good?" Chance asked, his voice so close to Parker’s ear it tickled. 

"Oh gosh, yes," Parker whined, his words tinged with a desperate longing. "Will you please..."

"Yes, songbird?" Chance responded, his thumb gently tracing over Parker's hip through the soft fabric, each movement drove Parker crazy. "I've got you, I promise."

"My clothes off. Your mouth. On me," Parker babbled, the words tumbling out in a fervent mess. 

"Say it again," Chance murmured, his breath everywhere at once, hands sliding teasingly under the hem of Parker's t-shirt. "What do you want?"

"I want your mouth," Parker said, eyes wide and stringing with nerves. He could barely breathe, let alone be bold enough for this, but Chance's answer was to press him back into the cool, scattered bedsheets and force him to look into his eyes. “Please.” 

Chance stripped him, slowly, careful not to startle him. He shed Parker’s shirt and then his own, not breaking eye contact, not letting the moment get away from them. Parker’s arms prickled with chill and anticipation, and then with heat as Chance lowered his mouth to Parker’s collarbone, dragging teeth along the skin there. 

Parker arched up, not entirely on purpose, not entirely by accident, and the friction where their bodies met was dizzying, ridiculous. There was nothing careful about the way Chance bit, this time a soft marking, just for Parker, one that said,I want you to remember this in the morning.

Taking his time, Chance lowered his hands to Parker's pants, undoing them and slipping them off him with care. He set them on the ground next to them, then ran a hand along Parker's boxers. “So pretty,” He mused as he guided his hands along his thighs and waist. He made a point to ignore the wet patch that longed for his attention, only periodcly supplying him some friction to keep him sane.

It wasn't until Parker was gasping out in broken pleas for Chance to really touch him did he slip his boxers off.

Chance's lips parted, taking in the length of Parker's dick into his mouth. He felt the smooth skin sliding against his tongue as he moved up and down, eventually falling into a rhythm that made Parker want to cry in ecstasy.

Parker arched, hands clutching at Chance’s shoulders, his whole body felt like it was near the breaking point. His teeth clicked together as he tried to muffle the noises spilling out, but Chance was merciless, pulling a gasp from Parker with every bob of his head. It was overwhelming, more than anything Parker had imagined during walks home after sessions, more than every half-drunk fantasy he had whispered into his pillow. 

Chance glanced up, eyes dark with want, his glasses askew and slightly fogged up. And Parker saw himself reflected in his eyes, so desperate, but also so safe, so impossibly safe. He reached a shaky hand down, threading his fingers through Chance’s hair, not guiding, just needing contact, grounding. Chance hummed in approval, and the vibration ran the length of Parker’s body, dragging a helpless moan out of him. “God, Chance-” it was a plea, or it was supposed to be. He tried to warn, stammered, “I’m—gonna—” but it blurred into a choked, shuddering silence, arching his back up as his orgasm washed over his body. 

When he looked down again, Chance’s mouth was stretched into a smile around him, smug and sweetly mean. He didn’t stop. He swallowed, and drug a stripe of tongue along Parker’s skin, then pressed a final kiss to his hip, like some sort of signature. 

Parker fell back, vision blurring with the haze of it all. He panted at the ceiling, chest rising and falling as he came down from his high. His hand became lazy, seeking arcs through the air until it found Chance’s shoulder, who was busy catching his breath by laying his head on Parker's thigh, and yanked him up. “Do you need..?” 

Chance let himself be dragged, sprawled half across Parker’s ribs, soft where his cheek flattened against Parker’s chest. “Oh no, trust me,” Chance chuckled, growing bashful. “I’ll need to change my underwear… hah..” Embarrassed, Parker covered his face with his free hand, but all the while he felt a sense of pride in his chest. 

Chance let Parker pet his head for a bit until he stood up. 

When he stood up, Parker called out and nearly panicked, “Where are you going?” He asked, reaching out for Chance's arm. 

Chance smiled sweetly, and kissed his sweat covered forehead. “I’m going to go get some water, and some leftover M&Ms from earlier. Then I'm going to get a cool washcloth and some of my clothes for us. I’m not leaving you, I promise.” 

Parker's breathing evened out, and he nodded. “Okay…” He agreed. Chance leaned down and kissed his forehead softly. 

“I won’t leave you, I’ll be right back, I promise.” He held out his pinky, and though it seemed childish, Parker completed the pinky promise. 

True to his word, Chance returned quickly, in fresh, clean, clothes. He helped Parker drink some water, then handed him a small bowl of M&Ms to snack on as he helped Parker get dressed in some of his clothes. Chance then climbed into bed next to him and wiped off his forehead with the washcloth. 

Parker, overcome with a new sleepiness that he didn't know he possessed, curled up on Chance, and yawned softly. “I feel like.. We got sidetracked…” 

Chance laughed, taking his glasses off and setting them on the nightstand. “How do you mean?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at Parker as he rubbed small circles onto his back. 

“Your map. The map. You have to show me the map tomorrow.” He declared. “And explain it all to me.. And.. Yeah.” 

Chance smiled. “I’d be delighted, Parker.” 

[cherryrikis]

사랑으로 (with love,)

PAIRING swim instructors riki x fem reader

WARNINGS mild profanity

GENRE enemies to ??, fluff, angst if you squint

SYNOPSIS you hated riki because when it came to teaching your classes, he always one upped you. but riki doesn’t hate you. so when you both are punished for breaking equipment, he uses every opportunity to try and talk to you.

a/n loosely based of personal experience cz im a lifeguard🛟 also not proofread

it was meant to be a part time summer job. you just wanted something to do with all your free time, now that school was out.

but, the kids grew to love you, and you grew to love what you do.

so, you began to work full time at the local community pool.

instead of 2 classes a day, you’d teach 4 classes a day. it wasn’t too bad, each class only being 30 minutes.

you were so glad to help out, often even training the new interns.

until one. nishimura riki.

he was barely an intern for a week before becoming a full time employee. at first, you paid him no mind. he was a good teacher. very professional and good with the kids, often demonstrating the skills they needed to know to pass his class.

but eventually, he became better. he grew to become an even better teacher than you. the kids who loved you since the beginning started requesting to be put in riki’s class.

you watched him from across the pool, playfully splashing his students (who really, used to be your students), as they squealed about how the water was too cold.

but he always noticed your gaze. he turned around, smiling at you softly.

and you hated it, you felt nothing but hatred for him to the core of your heart. most of the staff noticed it, and it made it a bit awkward to work with either of you.

it was around 8:00 when your last class had ended. all your co-workers were putting the lane lines back in, preparing the pool for the swim team’s practice the following day.

“y/n? can you collect all the kick boards and put them away?” the manager, anton, asked you. “riki, go help y/n with all the other equipment.”

“what?” your mouth fell open, “anton, i can do it myself,”

“y/n.” anton cut you off. “don’t fight it. just let him help you.” he sighed before walking back into his office to pack up for the night.

you stood still in the middle of the walkway, ignoring how your coworkers moved past you to go wash up in the showers.

finally moving out the way to collect the boards, you huffed as you saw riki follow you into the storage room.

it was eerie. the lightbulb constantly went out, so the staff just figured to keep a candle and a lighter on the shelf above the bins.

riki lit the flame before going to help you clean up.

as you finished stacking the equipment, you went to walk out of the room, but riki grabbed your hand, pulling you back in.

“why do you hate me?”

“i don’t hate you.” you mumbled, before attempting to leave once more, only to be brought back to him.

he raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down.

“fine, i just don’t like you.” you scoffed. “you constantly one up me, taking my position, and even luring my students over to your class. nowadays, i don’t even get paid as much as you do anymore!”

“it’s not my fault! you act like my sole purpose was to come here and take your place.” riki grimaced at you. “maybe i am just the better instructor between us. it’s not my fault you can’t accept that.”

one might say it was out of jealous rage, or just an intolerance of immaturity. but something inside you snapped.

you shoved riki’s shoulder, causing him to fall against the wall and hit the shelf which held the candle.

from that point on, everything was in slow motion. the sound of glass breaking was loud and very audible.

the hot wax spilled across the plastic bin, melting the lid and spilling all over the foam boards which sat inside.

“what the fuck y/n?” riki yelled out.

immediately, anton came rushing in. he looked inside the bin, noticing how there was now a huge hole burnt through the container and all the boards inside. the equipment was no longer usable.

“are you serious? who’s fault was it? who did it?” he asked sturnly.

“it was y/n.” “riki did it.”

“are you kidding?!” you both exclaimed in unison.

“you knocked over the candle.” “you pushed me!” riki scoffed in disbelief. “it was foam! how do you manage to damage foam of all things?”

“enough!” anton intervened. he looked between you and riki, before moving his gaze to your red swim shirts. lifeguard, it read.

“your shirts are a symbol of your dedication and responsibility as a lifeguard and swim instructor. you may be good in the water, but you are both unbelievable outside it. if you keep this up, you could get those shirts revoked.”

“anton.. i’m so sorry.” you apologized, realizing what you done and that it technically was your fault.

“as much as i appreciate your apology, an apology won’t fix this mess. you two are on cleaning duty. i’ll call the janitor to tell him he doesn’t need to come tonight. the keys are on my desk, lock up before you leave.”

you nod in response, but riki still had something to say. “what? this is completely unfair! if anything, she should do it herself!”

but by then, anton had already left. “asshole.” he muttered. “this is all your fault y/n! by this rate we won’t finish for another hour or two.”

“by this rate, we won’t finish at all if you keep standing there and doing nothing. go grab that trash bag and mop.” you sighed.

riki was hesitant to help, but did so anyway, knowing it wasn’t up to him.

after power washing the concrete floors, scrubbing the bathrooms, and replacing all the damaged equipment, all the work was done by 10:05pm.

“good job, i guess. just wait for me then we can go.” you muttered as you finished wiping down the mirror of the employee’s bathroom.

“why would i wait for you?” he scoffed.

“you’re the one who got us in this mess.”

“i- whatever. just, let me help you.” riki licked his dry lips, taking the sponge from you.

the pool doors and the office were all locked up. you both were ready to leave before he paused right in front of the entrance.

“you wanna get something to eat? i’ll drive you home after. you shouldn’t walk by yourself and especially not on an empty stomach.”

“yeah. that’d be nice.” you replied, smiling genuinely at him for the first time.

with the both of you freshly showered yet so tired, riki drove to the nearest mcdonalds, ordering for the two of you.

after the food was picked up at the window, he pulled up at empty parking lot, turning off the engine so you could eat together.

“why are you still so nice to me after i was so rude to you?” you asked with a quiet voice, suddenly feeling bad as you reflected on your past interactions

“you know, it was never on purpose..” he whispered.

“what?” you asked, confused. his answer seemed slightly unrelated to your question.

“earlier, when we were still at the rec center. i asked why you hated me, and you said i basically replaced you.” riki reminded. “it wasn’t on purpose. i just really liked you back when you were only training me. and i thought, i don’t know.. maybe you thought it’d be attractive if you saw i was good with kids or something. but i never meant to make you feel that way.”

“oh riki..” you pouted, putting your box of chicken nuggets down. “i’m so sorry. i had no idea. i mean, if it makes you feel any better, i thought you were pretty cute when i was training you.”

“yeah, i guess that actually does help.” he smiled.

“can i..” you mumbled, leaning forward towards riki as he remained still in the drivers seat.

slowly, he moved closer to you, before eventually connecting your lips in a gentle kiss.

you moved your mouth against his, softly deepening the kiss.

riki smiled against you, and it was very noticeable. you found it cute how his face ran hot when you finally pulled away to repeatedly peck his cheek.

he brought a hand up to your face, holding you delicately. you leaned into his touch, before grimacing as you felt a slimy substance touch you.

“ew, riki!” you exclaimed, realizing his thumb had just accidentally wiped mustard under your eye.

he laughed, the sound like music to your ears, before he helped you wipe it off.

“i’m looking forward to working with you now that we don’t hate each other. maybe whenever we make eye contact mid class, you’ll stop looking at me weirdly.” you joked.

“oh come on, you know i only ever looked at you with love”. riki pursed his lips into a smirk, before bringing your lips back against his.

[cr4yolaas]

mezzo forte — ebb and flow

track 9: homesick v.2 | masterlist | track 11: tbd

she feels sick to her stomach when she opens her door. the mid afternoon sun beats down on his back — it’s clear in the sweat collecting on his face and the dark splotch around the collar of his t-shirt. she can’t decide if she wants to see him.

“haji, why are you here?”

the call of his name — not his nickname, never his nickname, not when it fell from her lips — renders him immobile. whatever confidence he mustered up on the trip to her place dissipates, and the lines he’d carefully conjured up while taking the steps up to the door slip away. “i wanted to see you,” he whispers, seemingly unsure in his answer.

she’s scared to respond. her irritation is still riddled within every crack and crevice. she doesn’t want to say the wrong thing.

“why?”

he pauses. it’s silly, watching someone as sure and stable as athletic trainer hajime iwaizumi crumble to dust at the receiving end of such a simple question. the thought makes him want to curl in on himself, until he’s no longer recognizable. instinctively, his hand drops to the hem of his shirt, the calluses on his fingertips catching onto the loose threads while he fiddles. she notices (she always does), but whatever acknowledgement she wants to wrangle out of her throat fails to escape, leaving them both in silence.

“i want it to be me,” he finally whispers. he looks at her earnestly, with the same determination he bore when he first asked her to play with him the week he moved in, and the same pride he carried when he ran to her first after every victorious game; all of it is reminiscent of the boy she grew up with, and not the man who stands before her with clammy palms and an unsteady head.

“what do you mean?” she asks, though she knows the answer already.

“i want the songs to be about me. all of it.”

“but you said they couldn’t be.”

he shakes his head instantly. he can’t hold it back anymore, the sweet and ripe and tender feeling that’s been growing in his chest since youth. “i didn’t mean that. i was just- i didn’t believe it. i didn’t want to. but now,” he breathes for a second. “i don’t want them to be about anyone else.”

whatever anger she’d been holding onto dissolves entirely, replacing itself with desperate, piercing yearning. the thoughts of her manager fall apart, and the thoughts of the (supposed) impending doom of her career escape her. instead, all she can think about is the way her hands fly to his collar and tug him towards her.

it’s messy, and rocky, and impulsive, but she can’t fight it. her lips meet his, and it feels natural. like she’s been waiting for it for an eternity.

♪ we are nearing the end

♪ i know the end by phoebe bridgers starts playing

♪ in all seriousness im just glad to end this soon LOL

♪ hajime iwaizumi the man that you are. if i were upset and he came to my door professing his love i think i’d also forget about all my issues

♪ shoyo considers himself a “good best man” bc he helped yachi and kiyo finally get together. he does not know wingman and best man are different things

♪ msby 4 has been putting up with iwa and his problems for too long they were jumping for joy when they found out it was over

♪ anyways. i’m glad this is ending soon i have other things i want to work on 😊

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[luxiingzhe]

Xiaolumi Week 2025 [DAY 5]

Day 5: Domestic Life

[<- day 4] [day 6 ->]

Tw: pregnancy This story takes place in an alternate timeline to my xlmi lovechild OC's default timeline. Lumine never left Teyvat and Xiao was there to support her throughout the pregnancy and witness the birth of their daughter. (I rambled to @memorytidex about this exactly scenario in IMs before and finally wrote it out uwu)

The Adeptus appeared on the balcony of Wangshu Inn in a flash of teal and black, a heavy sigh slipping past his lips. It had been another long night of slaughtering Demons, but he was glad to be back at last. It was already several hours past midnight, so he had expected Lumine to be asleep in their room - which explains the surprised expression on his face when he turned around to find seated on a chair by the door of the balcony, seemingly having dozed off.

How many times had he told her that she needs to be extra cautious? She had entered the final month of her pregnancy and he would never be able to forgive himself if something happened to her or their child.

With summer nearing, temperatures had risen, but at night it could still get quite chilly. Sitting out in the open like that is just asking to catch a cold.

As Xiao approached, his gaze automatically fell on her rounded belly. With the baby coming soon, it was clearly visible even underneath her loose nightgown. Apparently he or she was quite active as well, as Lumine keeps urging him to feel how the baby is kicking as of late.

But every time, she would receive the same answer.

'ーー It is too dangerous. What if my karmic debt affects the child?'

Yet right now, the Yaksha felt himself overcome by an almost unstoppable desire to reach out and feel those small kicks against the palm of his hand. When Lumine first announced her pregnancy, he was stunned for a solid five minutes, so many thoughts running through his head. He never even imagined himself finding love, let alone start a small family of his own. It brought along a lot of worries and anxieties, but part of him felt genuine joy to be able to create life with the person who managed to shed light on his darkness.

Slowly removing his right glove - as the fabric might be tainted with the blood of monsters - he gently placed his now bare hand on top of the blonde's swollen belly.

"...!"

As if the baby inside could sense the presence of her father, they instantly became more active. He was surprised by how easy it was to feel the kicks. This little one had quite a bit of vigor - as to be expected of a child between himself and Lumine. Both of them were excellent fighters after all.

The teal-haired man's expression softened as he quite literally melted on the spot, kneeling down and pressing one side of his face to the spot next to his hand, savoring this moment.

"ーー See? I told you it would be fine?"

Lumine was looking down at him with an amused expression on her face, a soft chuckle falling from her lips. The Adeptus was visibly surprised, not expecting her to be awake. Truth is, she had been this whole time, but she decided to keep that to herself.

"Seems like they're happy to finally meet their Papa as well. They've never kicked this much before." She noted, adjusting her position ever so slightly to be more comfortable.

"Come on. Let me carry you inside to the bed. You should not be out here in your condition."

"I was waiting for you, but I guess I must have dozed off. I wanted to give you a warm welcome back."

"Next time, please wait inside the room. I'll try to be home earlier too. ...But those monsters were more active than usual today."

Without further ado, Xiao carefully lifted her into his arms before teleporting to their private room inside the inn and tucking her into bed.

"You're not going to join me?"

"I would like to freshen up first. I'll be here with you shortly. But stay put, okay?"

"Yes, mom." She responded with a playful tone. Of course, Lumine knew he meant well, but ever since she broke the news of her pregnancy to him, his protectiveness tripled.

Xiao simply shook his head in response before walking towards the door.

"...Xiao."

"Hm?"

"You don't have to hide that you're scared. This whole thing is new to me as well...and honestly there's times where I'm afraid about whether or not I'll be a good mother to our child. However, we don't have to do this alone. We have each other and our friends here in Liyue as well."

Her words gave him renewed hope and strength. It is true that deep down, the thought of become a parent terrified him. His whole life, he believed to be nothing but a weapon. But Lumine had changed him, to the point where maybe, just maybe, there was a future as a good father ahead of him. He could not guarantee that he will always do everything perfect, but he will definitely try his best.

"Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?"

"For giving me a chance...A future."

"You earned this future, Xiao. You've done so much. For the people of Liyue, for me. So please don't ever think otherwise. And I'm convinced you'll be a great father to our child."

At more than one occassion, the Adeptus was ready to give up on life itself, but looking back on it now, he was incredibly grateful to Rex Lapis for saving him not once, but twice. As if If he had not, none of this could have happened.

He would make sure that once their little miracle is born, nothing could ever harm them. He wanted them to feel love and care every single day - something which lacked from his own life.

Besides, fatherhood might not be as bad as he imagines it to be. Surely it cannot be harder than eons of slaughtering Demons.

"I was anxious about it for a long time but when I felt them kick earlier, I realized that I cannot wait to finally meet them."

"..."

"Lumine?"

"You know, they might share the sentiment."

"Are you alright? Your face is pale."

"I think...my water just broke."

"Oh."

Scratch everything. Fatherhood is a million times harder than slaughtering Demons.

ーー THE END ーー

[dystychiphxbia]

☆ - love is blind

Nagi angst but im v bad at angst?

im not rly happy w this but the concept has been in my mind for a while!!

gn!reader, in the end characters are in their 20s, some nsfw mention, not proofread

☆ Loving Nagi Seishiro wasn't easy.

You two met in high school, his height first catching your attention. That white hair was unique, and you would notice yourself constantly stealing glances at him. But he was the school loner, and you had a reputation to hold...

However, Reo asked you to become the manager for the football club, which you reluctantly accepted. You were familiar with the sport, just not very good at it. But you knew you could help them out, and what better way to learn more about Nagi Seishiro than be the team's manager?

In a way, you were disappointed. Yes, Nagi was very good at football. A genius, like they said. But his lack of motivation and how he needed Reo for everything was such a huge turn off.

Nagi would often rest his head on your shoulder. You didn't mind it, and just let him rest there as long as he wanted. Well, more like until Reo dragged him back to practice, because if it was up to Nagi, he would stay there until evening. Often you would pat his head and tell him to go back to practice already. "Nuh-uh, this is more comfy." He would answer. Somehow, it made your heart beat a bit faster.

Soon enough, Reo and Nagi got their invitations to Blue Lock. You stayed back with the rest of the team, hoping to get news from them. But no texts ever came.

You didn't see them again until the U-20 match that you went to watch. "Reo! Nagi!" You would wave from the stands, and they would wave back at you. Well, at least Reo did, with Nagi simply glancing at you. It broke your heart a little.

But your eyes stayed on Nagi for the whole match. He seemed to have grown so much, and you felt glad seeing that. The whole time, you had worried about him, so seeing him do just fine made you relax. After the match, you greeted both of them, but noticed that their relationship was...off? It was nothing like when they left. You talked to both of them separately, and you could swear it was the first time Nagi smiled at you.

Now, the Blue Lock was over, and you were finishing high school. You had just one thing left to do before graduating, confessing to Nagi Seishiro. You didn't really care about the outcome, you just had to get the feelings off your chest. So, you slipped a note in his desk, asking him to meet you behind the school once classes were over.

In a way, you felt surprised when he actually showed up. As third years with graduation right around the corner, you no longer had any club activities, so Nagi would always go straight home or to the arcade once classes were over. Reo would often tag along, and from time to time, he would drag you with them. You had told him about your feelings for Nagi beforehand, and he had told you to just go for it.

So here you are, letting all your feelings loose. You told him how he has caught your attention from the start, and how much you admire all the work he has done. You told him about all the lonely nights when he was at Blue Lock, and you were just waiting for a text to show up. You told him about how your heart beats faster every time you think of him, how he's your first and last thought everyday.

"I like you, Nagi Seishiro." You ended your speech. His silence made you nervous, and you couldn't read his expression. "I just wanted to get this off my chest, you don't need to -" "I like you too."

Your eyes widened at that. Did you hear him right? Nagi Seishiro...liked you? "Are you...serious? You really like me?" You couldn't help but question him. He awkwardly shifted, hand scratching the back of his head. "Yeah. I told Reo that I usually get butterflies in my stomach when I see or think about you...And that I think of you often...He said that I probably have a crush on you so that must be it." "So...can we date?" Gosh, your heart was about to burst. "Yes."

Back then, you didn't know what you were getting into. Soon after you two became a couple, graduation came up. You would celebrate it with Nagi's and Reo's friends. "Woah, Nagi has a girlfriend?" His friends would be interested in you, just what kind of a person caught Nagi's eye? Nagi would wrap his hand around your waist to protect you from his friends that he didn't trust, and you would just laugh at him and tell him not to worry, because you only love him.

After graduation, you moved into Nagi's apartment. You would start by deep cleaning the whole place, still blinded by the love you felt for Nagi. He had nothing against you moving in, he actually liked the idea. Having you around all day, being able to cuddle, and get your homemade meals everyday. That sounds just perfect.

But you started your studies in university, and you weren't around all day. While Nagi did start his studies as well, he rarely went on campus. You wondered if he would ever graduate, but you didn't pressure him. You were happy, as long as he was happy.

For Nagi, happiness meant games. He still played football, but not as actively. You felt like he was stuck. He had talked about going pro for the easy money, but now he was just always at home playing games.

Soon you started to notice that you do all the housework. "Seishiro, take the trash out while I'm gone, okay?" Nagi would just answer with a hum, and you would come back home to him on the exact same spot where you left him, and the trash was still there. Quietly, you would take it out, and start making dinner. Then you would wash the laundry, put it to dry, clean the kitchen, maybe vacuum if the house looked dirty...All while still having to study for your finals that were coming up. You would then sit next to Nagi, give him a kiss on the cheek, and ask him about his day. "Mm, nothing special." Of course there was nothing special, he just stayed home all day. "I see." You flashed him a smile that he probably didn't even see, before leaving the room.

You would end the day with schoolwork, forcing Nagi to shower and brush his teeth with you, and then you two would go to the bed. Well, most of the time, he would return to his games for a few more hours.

On some nights, Nagi did want to get intimate. But it just meant you either sucking him off or lazy sex with you riding him. You don't remember when the last time was that he gave you head or when you two actually made love. You always had hope of it being different next time, but you always ended up disappointed.

Things were a bit better when Reo was around. He would make sure that Nagi helps you with cleaning and would scold him for just playing video games. He would also drag Nagi with him to practice, and you would then spend the evening alone.

Yes, things were always a bit better when Reo was there. So maybe that's why you looked for comfort in him. You visited him one night after Nagi had ignored you, and one thing led to another, and you two slept together. The morning after that was filled with guilt, but Reo kept telling you that everything would be okay. You had gone home around noon, and Nagi was still in bed. He didn't question where you had been, but he did pull you to the bed with him, wrapping his arms around you. This used to make your heart beat faster, but now it felt like nothing. You had noticed how messy the apartment was just from one night of you being gone.

Nagi Seishiro was helpless, and you felt more like his mom than his girlfriend. You wondered, what changed? Until you realized that nothing did. Nagi was always like this. You were just so blinded by love, that you didn't notice it before.

Reo would give you expensive gifts for no reason, while Nagi barely remembered your birthday. You were convinced that he wouldn't have remembered without Reo reminding him. Reo probably decided on his gift to you as well.

You loved Nagi. You tried everything to fix your relationship, but one person cannot fix something that requires two people. You would spend countless nights crying, asking where you went wrong. But you never did anything wrong. You two just weren't meant to be. You couldn't motivate Nagi to live his life.

You slowly started packing your things, wondering if he would notice your presence disappearing. He didn't, or at least he never questioned you.

You told Reo that you were planning on breaking up with Nagi. He basically begged you to stay, but you told him that you just can't. That one night you had spent with Reo felt way better than these past 4 years with Nagi.

You didn't love Reo. But that one night with him made you realize, that what you had with Nagi wasn't love either. Reo understood you like no one else did, and he wished you good luck with the path you chose. Honestly, you felt like you were going to miss Reo more than Nagi.

One evening, you sat Nagi down in the kitchen. "Let's break up." You said. This time, you didn't have a long speech like the time you confessed to him. Nagi averted his gaze, his eyes showing a glimpse of sadness. But you no longer cared, he had 4 years to show you, and he never did. You left that evening.

It didn't take long for you to move on with your life. You graduated from university, got a good job, and met someone who loved you equally as much as you loved them.

One night, as you were grocery shopping with your partner, your eyes landed on a familiar pair. Nagi and Reo. So, those two were still inseparable? Of course they were, you couldn't see Nagi living without Reo.

Nagi saw you, and your eyes met. You swore his eyes lit up for a second, until he saw your partner wrap their arm around your waist to grab your attention. Seeing Nagi, your eyes meeting, didn't raise any emotions in you. You felt nothing.

You no longer love Nagi Seishiro.

[galaxywarp]

Hey Blue ;v; I just have something that I need to get off my chest, I need to tell somebody, so I hope it’s okay if I tell you: I have a problem with weed. As in, I need to stop using it. I’m thinking of, like, giving my stash to my friends so I can’t use it as easily. I need to tell my counsellor. But I’m scared. I need help. (Btw it’s not like it’s illegal here, it’s legal where I am. I’m scared because I’ve never dealt with something like this before)

Also, I have a question about your sobriety tracker (bc I use it too, just not for substance use) : when do you start tracking? From the last moment you put the drug in your body, or the first moment you sobered up from it/weren’t high?

And… I’m not weak for having a problem with weed, am I? Just bc like. It’s not a hard drug or anything, it feels kind of stupid to have this happen 😭

(Ugh I need to just say it. I’m addicted to it. Thankfully I don’t have much opportunity to use it, but I use it every chance I get, and I just broke one of my own rules that serves as a restriction)

Hi friend. Thanks for reaching out. I’m glad you’re on the step of your recovery where you can acknowledge you have a problem. That’s a really rough step

Especially because of the weird mixed signals and attitudes around weed addiction. I understand where you’re coming from.

And if it helps, this is me, a certified tweaker who used to OD on fentanyl regularly: your weed addiction is still real and still serious and you still deserve support.

Addiction is addiction when it’s hurting you. It sounds like you’ve come to acknowledge that weed is hurting you but even though it is, you’re struggling to stop.

You’re not doing it because it’s fun. You’re doing it because you feel like you need it and going without it is painful. I’ve felt that way about numerous drugs in my lifetime, and weed is definitely one of them. I would smoke myself so numb for months or years on end and it was absolutely miserable.

Im sorry you’re going through this. I have hope you’ll be able to overcome this. Im glad you shared this with me and I hope you can share it with others too.

If you do decide to quit, I know there’s a lot of stuff trying to claim that weed has no withdrawal symptoms. I don’t think that’s true. From lengthy personal experience I really don’t think that’s true. Heroin and meth were soooo much more extreme, don’t get me wrong. It’s apples to oranges — it can’t be compared

But when I stopped smoking pot I felt achy and agitated and bored and restless and upset and don’t let anyone, including yourself, invalidate that you feel shitty. It’s gonna feel bad for a bit and you have every right to own that. Don’t deny yourself some days of lying around whining and snacking and trying to distract yourself.

The good news is, after 2-3 weeks, you’ll start feeling better in a way you probably haven’t felt since you started smoking 24/7

If you need someone to vent to during that time, my askbox is open

Phew! That’s a lot. For your last question: my exact sobriety dates in my trackers are actually ….very loose

The short answer is that my memory of those times is very distorted because of, y know , drugs

The longer answer includes that I picked my dates as dates when I made a conscious decision that I wanted to quit.

My fentanyl date: September 27, 2019

I came home from a camping trip with my family. Because I was in the woods sleeping in a tent with them all weekend, I couldn’t bring my drugs. And I was gonna be in withdrawal

But I had saved a few suboxone from my last detox clinic and I used them over the weekend to keep the pain manageable (suboxone is used for opiate withdrawal so I had been prescribed it off and on for years)

When I got home I still had a small bag left of fentanyl.

I decided….i wasn’t going to buy anymore

And over the next few days I used what was left, all the way down to desperately licking the bag and smoking burnt tin foil, trying to wean myself so my withdrawal symptoms weren’t as bad

And then I ran out. And I stopped. And now im 4 years clean from it

Very similar story with my meth date: April 1st 2023

I still had a little bit of meth left but that was the day I said I didn’t want to get anymore. And when it was gone, it was gone. And now it’s been over a year

[vinniehackedmyheart]

“can i…help you?” - Vinnie Hacker Imagine

summary: you find peace in an unexpected place.

warnings: none

requested: no

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Over the course of the summer of 2021, you had started to grow a somewhat substantial following for your videos on tiktok which people found funny and relatable, you had also managed to gain a following due to your appearance.

This of course, you were less comfortable with but hey, at least you were earning money.

Having gained a following on tiktok, people started talking more and more about you and the more talk, the more followers, the more followers the more brand deals, the more brand deals the wider your audience became unitl you became friends with a member of the widely contovertial content house, The Hype House.

Meeting Larray was a whirlwind as you loved him to bits and thought he was one of the most funny and down to earth people, however he certainly had a knack for attracting cancel culture, thus when inviting you to a party at The Hype House, you were nothing short of unenthusiastic.

"no" you said, holding your head in your hands in frustration with the unrelentless boy in front of you.

"why not? it will be fun i promise" he says, his hair bouncing as he rips your hands from under your face causing it to drop violently and a glare to be sent the males way.

"I dont even like parties, i hate alcohol, im so socially awkward, i hate truth or dare or beer pong or whatever it is they are planning to play, i dont want my face in david dobrik 2.0s youtube videos and i certainly dont want to kiss anyone which undeniably usually happens at those parties" you say ranting to him, Larray just stays silent nodding along knowing that if he interupts you then there is no changing your mind.

"so, you will come?" he says cheekily with a massive grin laced across his face.

you groan loudly and rest your head against the coutertop you were leaning on.

-

"i cannot believe youve roped me into this" you say breathlessly as you step out the car in a slightly loose fitting dress, black cardigan and black heels. he may have dragged you here but no way will he drag you into being half naked at a party with mainstream perfect bodied tiktokkers.

"im so glad you agreed to come" Larray says genuinely to you while grabbing your wrist, however you decide to play with him a little bit to get your own back.

"yeah im not, was the covid test negative this time?" you stiffle a laugh as he stands there scowling at you.

"bye bitch" he says before turning on his heal and walking up into the large house.

you huff in frustration before awkwardly walking in your heels up to the pounding house.

people are jumping in the pool and screaming and red solo cups litter the ground as you shuffle around them to avoid tripping up.

you wince as the pratrolling strobe lights scan your body as they dance to the thumping of the music which is audible from the other side of the street.

different colours pollute the sky from different rooms however one room on the left side of the house is significantly dimmer, you almost cringe at the thought of what could be happening in their.

once you reach the door, you raise your hand and move to knock but the door is swung open to reveal nailea devora.

"oh my gosh you are even prettier in real life!" she says as she fulls you into a hug, despite her radiating kindness you cant help but be intimidated by her effortless beauty.

"you too!"you can only just about hear yourself as she lets go and stumbles past you and out the door towards the pool, an air of alcohol going with her.

you awkwardly turn back around and step inside the house.

you are calmed as you see faces you recognise like the likes of charli damelio who youve shared a converstaion with due to the sudden uproar of fame you both recieved, kouvr and others.

but when you realise you actually dont know too many people having just blown up on the first day of downloading the app and therefore not being familiar with a lot of these people, you become a lot more apprehensive.

you stand there for a while until a group of drunk adults bustle past you and push you out the way of the door.

you remove yourself from the main scene to walk around and explre the house a bit.

after just making it to the second floor, you start you to feel a lot more chlostrophobic with dancing and intoxicated people infringing on your personal space with every corner you turn and your breath starts to pick up a hell of a lot more.

you grip on the wall for more balance as you accept the panic within you. this always happens at parties which is why you tend to avoid them like the plague.

"hey babe have a drink" you hear someone say and a large presence appears next to you leaning on the wall and enclosing you in the wall.

you inhale a sharp gasp and look up to see the cold blue eyes of someone you dont know, a drink in their hand and holding it up to your mouth.

you try to wiggle your way out from their enclosure but it is no use as they bring the cup to your lips.

just before the cup and your lips can meet however, a boy comes and takes the freak away from you claiming to have a 'sick' cocktail for them to try.

you breath a sigh of relief but dont feel safe so you run down the halls trying to find a room that didnt sound occupied or look to have a light on, and finally you found solice in the one at the end of an isolated corridor.

without a second thought you open the door and slam it shut quickly leaning your back and head against it as you close your eyes and puff out multiple breaths of relief, the silence finally giving you peace.

"can i... help you?" you hear a deep voice to your left making you let out a tiny yelp in surprise and your head snaps in the direction the voice came from.

you hear a click and all of a sudden, a boy with headphones around his neck sat topless in agaming chair appears in your view rendering your speechless for a few moments both because of how attractive the man in front of you is but also because you now know whos room it is you have rudely entered.

"oh my gosh i am so sorry! i didnt realise this was anyones room i thought it must have been another spare one and it looked like no one was in it and i couldnt hear anything and i just wanted to get away from- doest matter anyway im so sorry" you say pleading with the boy you recognise to be vinnie hacker.

"y/n  y/l/n isnt it?" he says with a small smile and you find yourself nodding in bewilderment at the fact he knows you.

"vinnie hacker" you point at him with your lips pursed and nodding your head forward.

he nods in reply while scratching his neck awkwardly.

"well" you tap your hands against your waist. "i should go" you say turning to open the door and leave, saving yourself from the embarassment.

"wait!" vinnie says slightly rushed. "you looked pretty relieved to have found a quiet room so" he says implying for you to stay, himself not quite sure why.

"um...its fine honestly i can go" you say again but vinnie shakes his head more certain this time.

"the reason my room was dark and quiet is because i hate parties and im trying to make it seem like there isnt a massive one going on right now so by all mean just take a seat" he says gesturing to his bed.

"i would like to clarify i dont usually barge into rooms like that" you say and he laughs as you going to sit on the corner of his bed.

"and i dont usually let people who barge into my room stay in my room but i get the feeling you need it so, call it even?" he questions you,and you can tell its to make you feel better for interrupting him.

you silently nod and you look around his room, his gaze on you making you nervous as you arent blind to see how attractive he really is.

"so why did you come here anyway" he says and you look into his warm honey-brown eyes, direct contract to the chilling blue ones you were forced to look into earlier.

"some guy forced himself on me and tried to get me to drink this weird thing and i hate parties anyway, the alcohol, the music..." you go to say but vinnie cuts you off.

"the assholes who force themselves onto you" vinnie says and looks at you with sympathy.

"im sorry that happend to you by the way, if i hear anyone mentioning your name tomorrow i'll know who to punch" he says smirking at you.

you arent the only one who stalks the others tiktok page from time to time.

"vinnie you barely even know me, he could be your friend" you say.

"who said it was for you anyway? i have a boxing match to prepare for" he says, still with the smirk on his face however you dont laugh, instead you shrink with embarassment.

"hey" vinnie says quietly,sensing that youre a sensitive soul and perhaps arent keen on joking about the guy who forced himself on to you. "it was for you and besides even if it turned out to be my best friend in the whole entire world, i wouldnt be afraid to hit some sense into them" he says smiling softly at you.

"well...thank you" you say looking into his eyes, the both of you knowing the thank you meant more than just him claiming he woukd stick up for you.

"you like videogames?" he says after a moment or two.

you laugh and nod before grabbing the controller he hands to you before taking a seat in his gaming chair like he directs to you as he effortlessly pulls his bed a bit closer to his desk for him to sit on.

and that was only the beginning of what would become one of the most iconic couples in all of tiktok history.

-

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[allystyles1]

May I ask for a Loki x reader: Im going for a "the ugly duckling" or "Cinderella" view in this, Tony makes a bet to some of the guys to find a date for the evening gala that was on within a few hours- without leaving the Tower! Loki happens to bump into reader- she was the caretaker, the person nobody saw, heard or noticed. But Loki was pleased-at least he wasnt gonna loose the bet! Standing in the grand room awaiting his "date", he felt a timid tap on his arm and turns to see a shy beauty...

YES i love this! Also, this is officially my first request on tumblr so i'm very happy😁

i hope it turned out as you wanted it to, happy reading! i didn't mean this to be this long but here we are, there are probably many mistakes, feel free to correct me!

mini note: i think loki can create things, if he can't and i'm wrong, please pretend he can :)

date-Loki Laufeyson x reader

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"Okay so i have Pepper, Clint already has Laura. Does any one of you have a date?" Tony asked the boys. They were all sitting in the living room.

"Do we really need to have one?" Bucky asked, he was still shy to do the dating kind of stuff. He had a small crush on a girl but there was no way he would ask her.

"It would look nice but anyway, it's not like you could find one in a few hours."

"Is that a challenge Stark?" Loki smirked.

"Find one and i'll do anything you want for a day. If you can't, you'll do too." Tony suggested.

"Anything?"

"Yup, anything." Tony thought he wouldn't accept it. He was wrong.

"Okay, deal." Loki got up.

"Oh by the way, you have to find someone from the tower." Tony smirked this time.

"You didn't say that before i agreed to do this." Loki was nervous now, he knew Natasha or Wanda would never do something like that.

"You were so confident, what happened?" Tony teased.

"I am, see you later." Loki lied easily and left the room. He went to find the girls to ask if there was a small chance they would agree to this. He was trying to think how to ask them and he didn't look at where he was going so he bumped into someone. She seemed like a caretaker, her clothes were a little dirty and hair was pulled into a messy ponytail. He had never seen her before, she was pretty even at that moment. He thought maybe he would be able to make her agree to come with him so he decided to ask her.

"I'm sorry, i wasn't looking where i was going." he apologised, the girl softly blushed and smiled.

"It's okay i wasn't careful, it's my fault. Sorry." she lifted the book that fell down when they bumped from the ground and fixed her clothes.

"Oh no, please don't say that Lady ..."

"y/n, you don't have to say lady." she smiled.

"Okay, y/n. Nice to meet you, Loki." he held out his hand and she shook it kindly.

"I'll go back to work, have a nice day." she smiled and turned around to leave but Loki stopped her.

"Could i ask you a favour?"

"Of course, what is it?" she was so kind and shy.

"Here's the thing, Tony and i made a bet that i would find a date for the gala tonight, someone from the tower. And since Natasha or Wanda would never agree, would you like to join me? I promised i would do anything for him for a day if i couldn't find a date and i really don't want to lose." She seemed surprised, of course she wasn't waiting something like that. She expected him to say clean the kitchen or something like that.

"Um, are you sure you would want me to come with you? I could tell to the other girls, i'm sure many of them would love to accompany you."

"And why would you do that?"

"Well first of all i don't have anything that nice to wear at a gala. And i'm not really the type to be comfortable around all the cameras and press." she gave him a weak smile.

"Well if the dress is your problem we could fix that easily. And for the press, i wouldn't leave a pretty lady like you alone, don't worry. If you don't want to come it's okay, just say it." She blushed at his compliment and nodded.

"Okay, i can manage for a few hours i suppose. How are we fixing the dress problem though?"

"Could you take me to your room?" Loki asked.

"Uh, yeah sure. This way." she leaded the way and they walked to her room together. She opened the door with her keycard when they came to her room.

"Please don't mind the mess, i couldn't find many time this week."

"It's nothing, i'm sure it's better than mine." he smiled and got in the room.

"Okay so, what would you like to wear?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean your dress. How do you want it?"

"Anything that pleases you works." she smiled. Loki couldn't believe how kind she was. She first accepted his offer and now wanted him to choose her dress.

"Okay, i suppose you'd like this," he made a move with his hands and a dress appeared on her bed. It was dark green with golden stripes on the sides, not too long but not too short either.

"Wow, i uh, i love it. Thank you." she smiled. Loki really liked this girl, she was perfect.

"It's nothing, please keep it afterwards. I'll let you get dressed. Meet me in the grand room when you're finished?"

"Sure, okay. Thanks again." he smiled and left her room, memorizing the door number. He went back upstairs to his room to get dressed but ran into Tony on the way.

"Hey, you found your date yet?" Tony smirked, thinking he didn't.

"I did actually." Loki smiled and kept walking, leaving Tony surprised. He wore a fancy all-black suit with a dark green tie, matching her dress. He fixed his hair and went to the grand room to wait for her.

"What happened to your date?" Tony asked Loki. He really didn't think he found someone.

"I think she'll be here any minute." Loki answered and checked his watch. He thought maybe he would go check on her but his thoughts were cut off when he felt a timid tap on his arm. He turned around and saw y/n in the dress, her hair perfectly styled and with a little bit of makeup. She didn't even need it, he thought. She was absolutely gorgeous.

"Hi." she blushed.

"Hey."

"You look nice." she smiled. Loki held her hand making her gasp for a second.

"You look.." he paused for a second, thinking what to say. "like an absolute goddess." Her smile grew even wider making Loki chuckle.

"Thank you, for the compliment and the dress. It's really comfortable and beautiful. I, uh, never really wore something like this before so it's a nice first."

"It's not the dress why it looks this good, it's you." Loki complimented her again. She felt like she was going to die from happiness and shyness.

"Okay there's no way you found her in this tower. Tell me miss, did he enchant you to come with him in the market or something?" Tony asked.

"No, Mr. Stark, i work here." she smiled.

"Really?"

"Yeah, i'm y/n, Ms. Potts had hired me a few years back."

"We had you in this tower for years and this is the first time i'm seeing you? Wow." Tony smiled with a surprised face.

"Well it's nice to meet you, i hope we'll see you around more from now on." Tony shook her hand and turned around to leave them alone with Loki again.

"Stark?" Loki stopped him.

"Yes?"

"I won."

"Yeah i realised that, i was leaving not to embarrass myself more." he smiled kept walking making her and Loki chuckle.

"Are you ready?"

"Definitely."

"I'm glad i bumped into you, you are amazing." Loki smiled and held her hand tighter as they walked to the car to go to the gala.

[havin-a-wee]

Appointment (Doctor's Orders Part 2)

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pairing: gynecologist!harry x reader/doctor!harry x reader

word count: 4.7k

warnings: the filthiest of filth. like im serious this is basically pure smut.

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Y/N's texts are in italics

Harry's texts are in bold

You felt like a kid in a candy store as you skipped out of the building, being welcomed by a setting sun. You weren’t just skipping out of excitement though, it was also because if you walked normally the shaking of your legs would be extremely noticeable. Luckily, when you arrived you had managed to find a parking spot nearby, so it didn’t take you long to make your way to the small black car that you recently purchased for yourself.

A small noise signaled when you unlocked the car, and you slipped into the driver’s seat quickly, shutting the door as you sat down.

You let yourself slouch, your back hitting the leather seat and a heavy exhale pushing through your flared nostrils. Finally, you had a moment to take in the events that just took place, and the excitement and nervousness flowed through your brain. Luckily, there was no regret swirled in with your feelings, although you were sure there wouldn’t be. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the ideal situation to have your first orgasm, but if this was how Harry would make his way into your life, you couldn’t complain. You closed your eyes and sighed, the post-orgasmic haze you’ve heard so much about finally settling in. In the darkness a smiling face appeared, and you grinned as well at the detailed picture of Harry your mind had concocted.

Suddenly, you sat up with a gasp, gripping the gear shift with your clammy hand. You had just remembered about the small piece of paper sitting in your pocket. The piece of paper with the number of the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen written on it. He had told you to text him when he got home, so obviously you had to get home as fast as possible.

Having been driving since you were 16, the motions were second nature, and the only thought you had to put into it was when you were checking to see if there was anyone in the way before you backed out of your parking spot.

Your apartment was only 10 minutes away, and you spent those 10 minutes half paying attention to the road, half thinking about the man that had his fingers inside of you. The thought in itself was causing arousal to pool in your already soiled panties. The expensive lingerie was undoubtedly going to end up in the trash, but you’d rather lose a pair of panties than lose a chance with Harry.

You pulled into your designated spot in the parking garage attached to your apartment building, and ran so quickly to the elevator that you almost tripped on your own feet. Thankfully the silver doors slid open without delay, and you swiftly stepped into the small area. Your manicured finger frantically pushed on the ‘door close’ button. The last thing you needed was someone walking into the elevator with you, seeing your bright red complexion and flushed features. Much to your relief, that didn’t happen, and the elevator lifted you up to the third floor. Objectively, the elevator was incredibly quick. However, in your needy state it felt so slow as if you were riding the shell of a turtle. The loud dinging pulled you back into reality, your mind wandering. You were thinking about what Harry’s hands felt like, and what they would feel like on the parts of your body that he hadn’t gotten to touch.

Yet.

You fumbled with your keys, attempting to grip your phone at the same time. After a bit of struggling, the rigged piece of metal slid into the slot on the doorknob, the door swinging open after you twisted the key. When you tried to remove the key from the lock, it stayed in place, pulling you backwards and almost making you fall.

You smiled at your own clumsiness, not focused enough to allow embarrassment to develop throughout you. Again jiggling the key, it slipped out of the lock and you quickly pushed the door closed using your back. You were left leaning up against the wooden door, flipping your phone screen to face you and sticking your hand in your pocket. You fished around in the small cavity, your fingers locating the small piece of paper that was making you so giddy. You punched the scribbled numbers into your contact app with haste.

Although you wanted to text him more than anything, you reasoned with yourself for a second. Instead of clicking at the keys on your screen, you picked your head up, disconnecting it from the bright touch screen in your hand.

Sucking in a deep breath, you turned back to the phone, satisfied with your attempt to calm yourself.

Hi Harry, it’s Y/N.

Instead of immediately going for something sexual, you wanted to start off the conversation normally. Also, there was the fact that you had no idea what he was actually looking for by giving you his number. His response came quicker than you could of ever expected, the typing bubble popping up seconds after the delivered sign appeared underneath your text.

Hi! I’m glad you actually texted me, because honestly I thought you wouldn’t.

Why would you think that? I would have to be pretty shitty to do something like that with you and then ditch.

I promise I don’t think you’re like that, it’s just the whole thing happened it slightly odd circumstances haha

It’s totally okay I get it, but I definitely don’t want that to be the only time something like that happens ;)

You were feeling bold, now sitting on your bed removing the heeled white boots you wore to match your outfit.

I’m glad you feel that way, because I feel the same. Just curious, when exactly would you want to do “something like that” again?

You giggled while reading his text, practically hearing the pauses of shyness that he would take if he said it in person.

As soon as you want to.

I’m sitting in my car right now about to go home, but I could make a pitstop if you asked politely..

Will you please come over and take care of me Daddy?

You cringed as soon as your finger hit the send button. Sexting was definitely not your forte, and in the heat of the moment you had forgotten that you hadn’t indulged in that kink with him the first time.

Who knew you could be so dirty love?

Send me your address. I'll be there asap.

You tapped away at the keys on your phone, sending him your information and you saw that he read it, but didn’t respond, clearly driving to you already.

Your panties were absolutely ruined at this point, and you made the decision to take them off, gliding the lacy white panties down your thighs and calves. When they fell on the floor, you picked your feet up to remove them from the leg holes, leaning over to pick up the panties with your hand. You wanted to show them to Harry, show him how messy he made you.

You clenched your thighs together, your core pulsing like a second heartbeat. A small whine slipped past your lips, and your eyes widened at your own actions. You had never been this aroused or needy in your life, and while these feelings were new, they weren’t scary like a lot of new feelings were for you. It was exciting, and just thinking about Harry rushing over to you because he wanted you so badly was sending fire through your veins. No one had ever wanted you so much, and you have never wanted someone this much. And it’s exhilarating.

After a painfully long time sitting on the edge of your bed anxiously, a loud knock on the door had you standing up in a flash, sauntering over to the door with unnatural speed. Your arousal began to drip down onto your thighs now that you were standing. The slickness between them had them sliding against one another, but the feeling was overshadowed by the rapid beating of your heart. You gripped the doorknob so tightly that your knuckles turned white, twisting your hand and pulling the door open.

“Ello love.”

He stood in the doorway with his hand resting on the top of the doorframe, towering over you. He had that sexy smirk plastered on his face and you ran your eyes up and down his figure, taking in the man before you. He was wearing a black t-shirt, which was loose but tight enough that his pecs were defined in the shirt. He had on a pair of black dress pants which the t-shirt was tucked into. There were tattoos littering his arms, which you hadn’t seen before because of the lab coat he wore during your appointment.

You thought he couldn’t get any hotter than before, but the person in front of you proved you wrong.

“Hi,” you murmured timidly, your boldness from the texting having disappeared. “Come in,” you stepped to the side, opening the door wider so he could step into your apartment. You closed the door, and against your better judgement you turned to the kitchen, trying to find that desperation that had allowed you to throw away all of your anxieties. “Do you want water or something?” You weren’t sure what to say, so you went with the default offer for a drink.

“No.”

You spun around, looking at Harry and tilting your head in confusion.

“I want you.”

He took a long stride forward and placed his large hand on the soft skin of your cheek, leaning in and connecting your lips with his. His lips were as soft as cloud, and you kissed him back with just as much vigor. The kiss was passionate, mixing moans into the drafty air. You sucked his bottom lip and bit down lightly, and a low growl bubbled up from his throat.

Your heart skipped a beat when his tongue swirled around yours. You jumped slightly at the impact of the wall on your back, Harry pushing you into the cold drywall.

Finally pulling away to allow breathing, you and Harry kept your foreheads pressing on each other, leaning some of his weight on you.

“Y’so beautiful darlin, reckon yeh the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

His hot breath hit your face when he breathed, and you were squirming underneath him.

“I could say the same for you,” you huffed out, refusing to break eye contact.

“Thank you baby,” he cooed, placing his veiny hand on your plump cheek and running his thumb across it. The tip of his finger reached your swollen lips, and he pushed his large thumb pass them. You eagerly sucked on the digit, hollowing your cheeks and treating it like you would his cock.

His free hand had found a home on your waist, but he hadn’t moved it since he initiated the kiss, and you were getting frustrated. You reached down and placed your hand atop his, looking up through your eyelashes into his emerald eyes. They’re piercing, and you knew that one stare from him would have any girl on her knees.

The tops of his cold rings touched your fingers when you peeled his hand from its strong grasp and your waist. You were looking at him with innocent doe eyes while you lifted his significantly larger hand and placed it back on your side, but this time at the same level as your breasts. He broke the deep eye contact you were sharing to look down at his hand, slowly shifting it to cup you through your thin tank top.

“M’baby girl is desperate fo me huh?” Harry teased you and you nodded frantically, whimpering in neediness. He pulled his finger from your wet mouth and in a split second he collided his lips with yours once again, but they didn’t remain there for long. He dragged his lips down your jaw, sucking and kissing down your neck. You tilted your head to give him better access, moaning when he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot.

His hand that you had moved was pulling and squeezing at your full breast, eventually rucking your tank top up to pinch at your budding nipple underneath. You had removed your bra when you got home, and a small smirk tugged at your face when he moaned at the realization. A sheen of sweat was glistening on his forehead and you lifted your arms straight in the air, giving him permission to remove your top. He pulled it over your head hastily, only breaking the kiss for a moment when the fabric covered your face. You didn’t see what he did with the top, your focus diverted to the feeling of his lower torso. You had removed the hem of his shirt from underneath his pants, only leaving the back part tucked because you couldn’t reach it.

You splayed your hands over his hardened abs, and he snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you closer in response. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, leaving hickey after hickey on the silky skin. He nipped and licked at your skin as if you were a popsicle, sweet and refreshing.

“Daddy, please -- off!” Your moans cut off your words, rendering you unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Y’want me to take my shirt off baby? Such a naughty little minx y’are.”

Despite his teasing, he pulled away from you to grab the bottom of his shirt and ripped it off in one fell swoop.

You barely had time to take in the tattoos on his chest, only being able to identify a large butterfly right in the middle before he looped his arms around your waist. “Jump.” His command was quiet, but you heard it perfectly clear.

You bent your knees and jumped up, his arms following your motions. You lifted your legs and wrapped them around his bare torso. You hugged him tightly, your arms wrapping around his neck and sinking your face into his soft brown curls. His hair smelled of expensive shampoo, and you indulged in the sweet scent. “Behind you,” you whispered, directing him to your bedroom.

Without a second of hesitation, he turned around and carried you to the bedroom. You took it upon yourself to place sloppy kisses on his neck, giving him the same hickeys he had given you.

You giggled when he bent over the bed, dropping you from about an inch off the red comforter covering your bed.

“Don’t know why y’laughin’ pet, cause m’about to fuck yeh till yeh can’t walk.” You gasped when the dirty words registered in your head, and he sported a shit-eating grin on his face. His hands grasped your thighs and he ran them up and down, getting dangerously close to your core. You were writhing under his grasp, pleas for him to do something tumbling out of your mouth. “Patience baby.” He didn’t look up at you when he spoke, instead hiking your skirt up to get a look at your sopping cunt. “Look at you, s’wet already and I’ve barely touched you.”

“All for you, only for you Daddy.” Your words were wailed, every muscle in your body aching for a release. He traced his warm fingers along the crease of your thigh, right next to the place you needed him most.

“Gonna let me have a taste baby? Wanna taste yeh so bad.” He finally looked back up at you, but only for a second before his eyes connected with your glistening pussy again.

“N-no.”

Although you greatly wanted him to put his mouth on you, there was one thing you were craving more.

“No?” His demeanor changed immediately, removing his hands from your body and sitting on his knees between your calves. He removed every source of physical contact you were sharing, and you realized that he took your words in a way you hadn’t intended.

“Still want you Daddy, just want something else.” The second part of your sentence was murmured, and you turned your head to face away from him out of embarrassment. Out of your peripheral vision, you could see him raise an eyebrow, placing his hands by your shoulders and returning to his place hovering above you.

“Look at me little girl. Y’sure yeh don’t want me to taste yeh?”

You followed his command after a beat, looking at his disheveled state.

“What do yeh want baby? M’feelin generous today.” He was speaking in pants, his curls sticking to the perspiration-slick surface of his forehead.

“Wanna taste you Daddy. Please lemme-”

You reached down to unbuckle his belt, but he caught your hand before you could.

“Thas’ what this is all about? Such a slut f’me that you’d rather taste me then lemme taste you?” His hand moved to caress your cheek, running his finger across your saliva coated lip.

“Yes, wanna suck you off so bad Daddy.” You pushed out your lip forming an adorable pout, giving him your best puppy eyes and making sure he saw the tears of desperation welling in your lust blown eyes.

“Alright, alright, how do yeh wanna do it baby?” Instead of responding, you grasped the back of his firm thighs, pulling him up towards your face. He got the hint, shifting his knees to sit by your chest. You were now face to face with his very prominent bulge, and your mouth watered at the sight. Even though you wanted to unbuckle his belt yourself, he did it for you, allowing his rock hard erection to spring free after rolling down his boxers.

He stroked himself a few times, and you lifted your head to try and get him in your mouth. He pushed your shoulder down, and made it clear that he wanted to be in control. Finally, after much anticipation he placed his cock on the tip of your tongue, which you had stuck out for him to do exactly that.

You accepted it eagerly, sucking harshing on the tip of his cock. He moaned lowly, tilting his head backwards in ecstasy. You ran your tongue along his sensitive slit, reveling in the filthy noises and expletives that spilled out of his sweet pink lips.

Once you were satisfied with your teasing, you took him in your mouth about halfway, stopping before you gagged. Your hand made its way to the base of his thick shaft, pumping the part of him that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down his cock, your tongue twisting and twirling around his member. You made sure to pay extra attention to his tip, giving it kitten licks when you needed to take a breather. Each time you took him back in your mouth, you pushed yourself further down, this time gagging after pushing him all the way down your throat. He stopped his groans of pleasure to look down at you, and he swore he could cum from just seeing you under him with smeared mascara and teary eyes. “Y’ok baby?” You nodded with him still in your mouth. You stilled for a moment, trying to think of a way to tell him that you wanted him to fuck your mouth. His hand was holding your hair out of your face as a makeshift hair tie, and you decided to tap on the wrist of that hand to give him permission. He looked down at you and raised his eyebrows, a silent gesture to assure you were okay with it. You nodded, his cock moving up and down with your head. He didn’t need any more instructions, pushing your head down on his shaft instantly.

You choked and gagged as he took control, moving your head up and down his thick cock. “Doin’ so well f’me baby, taking m’cock like a good little slut.” His purrs of approval were raspy, moan and gasps chopping his sentence up. Periodically, he pulled you off of him, allowing you to catch your breath before plunging back down on his member again.

The sudden pulsing of his cock inside your mouth was a wordless praise, and you were incredibly proud that you were able to bring him to his orgasm as quickly as you did.

He pulled you off of him again, and you heaved a few times as you filled your lungs back up with oxygen. But unlike before, he didn’t bring you back onto his cock, even pulling you back when you attempted to put him back in your mouth yourself. You cried out when he repositioned himself between your legs, back in the place he was when you were first on the bed.

All you wanted to do was finish him off, but he wouldn’t let you for a reason that was unknown to you.

“Daddy!” You were about to beg and whine to finish him off but his index finger on your lips kept you from your begging.

“As much as I’d love t’watch yeh swallow m’cum, I need t’feel this gorgeous cunt of yours.”

You quivered when the bands of his icy cold rings gripped the warm, supple flesh of your inner thighs. They dug into your skin, sending a pleasurable tingling sensation throughout your body, landing in your core.

If you were horny before, there wasn’t even a word to describe how utterly turned on you were now.

Your skirt was already hiked up from before, but Harry wanted it off fully. He ran his fingers across the waistband, finally finding the zipper and unzipping it faster than you could blink. “Bloody hell baby,” he grunted, taking a moment to admire your fully naked body squirming under him, begging for him to touch you. He wished he had a camera to capture you in this state, only thinking about one thing, him.

He stood up, his feet barely hitting the floor before he yanked his pants and boxers off. He was huge, and you stared at his prick in awe, even though you’ve been looking at it. His size was truly difficult to take in, because usually a big cock is either long or thick, not both. But Harry was both and some, and you were convinced that you would be content sucking on it for the rest of your life.

Distracted by your own dirty thoughts, you weren’t paying attention to what Harry was doing, only being shocked out of your haze when he ran two of his fingers across your sticky folds. He pulled his fingers away as your body jolted, surprised by the sudden contact. Strings of your arousal connected your cunt to his fingers, and he cursed under his breath. His fingers were covered in your juices and he stuck the digits in his mouth, sucking happily when he finally got to taste your sweet, sweet nectar.

He hummed constantly when he took the fingers out of his mouth. “Taste even sweeter than I imagined, baby. Could eat y’up all day long.”

You mewled and kicked your legs, tired of all of the teasing. “Daddy... just want you inside me!” He hushed you and reassured you that he would take care of you, leaning over your body and positioning himself on top of you. He lined himself up with you, his tip bumping your puffy clit. You whimpered and Harry took the message, finally pushing his rock hard cock into your soaking wet core.

“Fuck -- Daddy you’re s-so big,” you whined. He tilted forward, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

It took a minute for him to bottom out, Harry pushing in slowly to minimize the sting. There was a bit of pain as your body conformed to fit him inside of your tight little hole.

“Fuck baby, y’so fucking tight, might come just from this.” He had a silly smile on his face, but you both knew there was no joke laced between his words. He latched his darkened lips on an indent by your collar bone, nipping and licking on the skin while he waited for the approval to move.

“Move. Please move.”

The first thrust was hard and fast, he pulled almost fully out of you and then slammed him hips back up into you.

“Shit!”

Just like when you had him in your mouth, you could feel the thick veins running along his sizable shaft. He repeated the same type of movement for the next few thrusts, pounding into you and drawing back out over and over.

“So,” “Fuckin,” “Beautiful,”

Each of his words preceded a snapping of his hips, slamming into you particularly hard after calling you beautiful.

“Feels- feels so good, so good Daddy.” You were sobbing with pleasure. His thick cock filled you up so good it was like he was made for you.

“Didn’t even think it was possible f’someone t’be this tight baby. You’re takin’ meh so well sweet girl, so so well.” He found a rhythm, snapping his hips into yours, your velvety walls engulfing his cock perfectly. Watching himself disappear inside your tight hole egged Harry on even more, as well as the noises that your juices made when he rammed himself inside your pretty little cunt. His thumb was pressed against your clit, circling the overly sensitive bundle of nerves. Pleasure was coursing through your veins, the firey burning feeling better than anything you had ever felt before.

Your hands were spread across his back, nails digging crescent shaped divots into the skin. Each time your fingers dug into the expanse of his back he growled, so you did it after each thrust. His lips were everywhere, kissing and licking all of the exposed skin that he could reach.

“Daddy..”

He took your pebbled nibble into his mouth, unable to resist after watching your tits bounce when he pushed himself in and out of you.

“So good baby, s’like y’were made fo me,” he cooed, your reply dying in your throat when he pressed his lips to yours.

You bit each other’s lips and swirled tongues like you had done at the beginning of the night. After a minute of rough kisses, he pulled away, and you both gasped for air. You could tell his thrusts were getting sloppier, and his cock twitched inside of you like it had when you took him in your mouth.

“Was made for you, just you.”

“Thas’ my good girl.”

His hand instinctively reached for your throat, and you watched his cheek heat up when he realized what he had done. But you grabbed his hand and placed it back on your throat. “Please,” you croaked out, desperate for him to choke you and make you see stars.

He smirked and obliged, pressing on the sides of your throat but avoiding your windpipe. Euphoria overtook your body at the new found sensation and the knot that had formed in your stomach was threatening to come loose. The tightness in your stomach translated to your center, and you clenched tightly around Harry.

“Y’gonna come? Can feel y’squeezin me love, lets come together yeah?” You gave him a tiny nod of agreement, too weak from your impending orgasm to give him a better response. “Let go f’me baby.”

The knot in your stomach uncoiled rapidly, bursting inside of you and sending shudders throughout every inch of your body. Seconds later Harry released inside of you, his hot ropes of cum painting your walls. Your eyesight got blurry and white spots clouded your vision as Harry worked you both through your climaxes. You thought the orgasm he gave you at your appointment was strong, but this one sent you to another plane of reality.

His movements slowed and he removed his thumb from your swollen button, which you were thankful for due to your hypersensitivity.

When you finally came back to reality, Harry was above you, pulling himself out of you. You placed your hand on his cheek, diverting his green eyes to look at yours. “Stay in, please?” He simply nodded, pushing back into you fully. He was already hardening again, but who could blame him? Your face alone was enough to get him rock hard and leaking precome.

He rolled you two to your sides, cuddling into each other’s bare chests. You shared no more words, both of you drifting off to a blissful sleep within minutes. But you didn’t need to ask him to know that this was the first time you slept together, but most definitely not the last.

[someonestolemyshoes]

Hi! Have u done any pregnant Hanji and overprotective daddy Levi already?? Yep i think im craving for more domestic levihan family, im sorry 😭

Im a bit new here in the community, and when i read ur works, i fell in love with it already, thank you for existing!!! 💖💖💖

Hello anon! Thank you so much, I’m so glad you enjoyed my other fics :3 Sorry for the very long wait for this one, I've been struggling to find the time/motivation to write lately, but I'm feeling a little better and I figured I'd get to work on some of my prompts. Starting here!!

It ended up a little less domestic and a touch more angsty than I had originally planned, but only for a moment--happy endings all round! 

Warning: this does start off with non-graphic depictions of nausea/vomiting, I hope that doesn't bother you!

Hange had been feeling unwell for days.

It wasn't an uncommon occurrence—Hange tended to wake up feeling nauseous some days, most often when she'd neglected to eat a decent meal the evening before—but this was the fourth morning in a row now, that Hange found herself bent over the toilet bowl in the early hours of the morning, heaving up nothing but acid and empty air. 

She retched until her stomach ached. There was nothing left to bring up, but her gut still rolled unpleasantly and there was a telling tremor under her tongue that warned her it might be best to stay in the bathroom a little while longer. She settled heavily against the wall to catch her breath.

It didn't make any sense. For most of the day, Hange felt fine. A little tired, maybe, but that was only to be expected after spending half the night every night on the bathroom floor. Tonight, no doubt, would follow the uncomfortably familiar routine: Hange would dry-heave a little longer, until the queasiness abated enough for Levi to convince her to come back to bed, and then she would toss and turn, too warm beneath the bed clothes, until she could fall into a restless sleep. She'd wake up feeling a little groggy, a little bleary, unreasonably hungry, but after a coffee and some breakfast she would feel well again. Perfectly normal.

Like clockwork, Levi appeared in the doorway just as Hange had flopped herself back over the toilet. She felt his palm, cool and soft, press against the back of her neck. Hange gathered her hair back from her face with both hands, braced her elbows on the toilet bowl, letting out a groan of discomfort as her stomach twisted, threatened to revolt again. Levi's thumb rubbed soothingly against her neck.

Sure enough, she brought up nothing more, but she gagged plenty, and found herself gasping for breath by the time she leaned back against Levi, aching and exhausted. His lips pressed into her damp hair.

Levi was as silent as always. His touch was pleasant, his presence welcome. Hange needed the hand he offered to pull her to her feet, needed his reassuring grip at her hips as she brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth out. Her quaking knees felt unstable beneath her. 

He lay facing her after they got into bed. Hange was sprawled out atop the covers, shifting restlessly to find the coolest patches on the bed. Levi watched her for a moment, then said, "This isn't normal."

Hange only grumbled.

"You said you'd book an appointment with the doctor."

Hange grumbled again. Levi ticked his tongue and rolled to lie on his back, staring at the ceiling.

"Call tomorrow."

"If I didn't know better," Hange said sluggishly, "I'd say you were worried about me."

He scowled and rolled onto his other side, his back to her now.

"No, just sick of waking up at half four every morning to drag you back to bed."

Hange managed a small, wicked snicker, but shuffled across the space between them and pressed an apologetic kiss to the back of his neck.

"Must be dreadful," she said. Her voice sounded raw, hoarse. She buried her nose into his hair and took a long, deep breath. Levi grunted, but reached back and pulled her arm loosely over his hip. He knotted their fingers together loosely.

"Call them, Hange."

Hange gave his fingers a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

"I will."

**

Hange prided herself on being a reasonably intelligent person. She had two degrees, was working towards her doctorate, and already had her name on a small handful of peer-reviewed research papers. She spoke multiple languages, read dissertations for fun, kept a (in Levi’s words) disgustingly realistic human skeleton in a box under the bed for study purposes, and had spent the better part of the last 26 years of her life studying human biology and physiology.  

How she had not predicted that she might be pregnant was almost unfathomable. 

She left the doctors office in a daze with an appointment card and several pamphlets in hand. She had been referred hastily to a midwife and the hospital would soon be sending out a date for an ultrasound—“As soon as possible,” the doctor had said, “since you’re not sure how far along you are.” 

The thing is, Hange had been on the same birth control pill for years now. Forgetful as she may be about many, many things (like eating, and bathing, and washing the dishes and taking out the garbage and and and), Hange was religious in taking that damn pill at the same time every single day. She had never missed it, not even once. Without a regular cycle, Hange had no way of predicting when they had conceived, and the doctor was eager to make sure no essential landmarks in her antenatal care were missed, if they could possibly help it.

The thought had never even crossed her mind. It seemed ridiculous now, in hindsight. The sickness was one thing, but now that she thought about it, there were a whole host of small oddities that Hange could easily attribute to pregnancy. Lethargy, and bloating, heartburn, and she had been peeing more than usual—Hange groaned, and scrubbed her hands over her face. She should have suspected, at least. Should have put the pieces together sooner. 

But, stupid and naive as it may be, she hadn’t thought it possible. Why worry about it, when Hange had taken consistent precautions to avoid it? 

She felt queasy the entire bus ride home. 

It wasn’t that she was against the idea of having children. One day, maybe. When she had finished her doctorate, got herself a steady, well-paid job. When she and Levi had moved out of their tiny, cramped apartment into somewhere bigger, somewhere more suited for a family. 

And god. Levi. 

This was something they’d never really talked about. For his part, Levi never seemed all that interested. He was good with Hange’s nieces and nephews, and Erwin’s son adored him, and he hadn’t showed any express dislike for children, but—well, tolerating other peoples little brats and raising your own are two very different things. 

What if Levi didn’t want the baby? What if he did? Hange wasn’t even sure herself what she wanted to do about the whole situation—what if she didn’t want it? What if, after some reflection, Hange decided now wasn’t a good time? Could they even afford a baby right now? Hange’s money was tied up in her education, while Levi was just making ends meet at the office. They got by well enough with just the two of them, but add in a baby? A whole other person, entirely dependant on them for support? Hange could barely feed and bathe herself, some days, never mind responsibly care for a child. 

By the time the bus pulled up near the house, Hange felt more distressed than ever. Levi, at least, was at work until the evening, so she had a few more hours to herself to mull everything over, but the entire situation made her stomach clench and churn unpleasantly with every new thought. 

The prospect of having a child was terrifying. The prospect of not having this child was nauseating. 

Levi had left the flat in pristine condition when he had left for work, but Hange barely had the energy to feel even a little guilty as she shrugged off her coat and kicked off her shoes, leaving both strewn about the floor. She dumped her bag and made her way sluggishly through to the bedroom. 

Levi had made the bed. The sheet was stretched flat over the mattress, the pillows perfectly fluffed and set against the headboard. Hange’s nightshirt, one of Levi’s old, baggy shirts, too stretched and threadbare for him to wear, had been folded neatly and left on her side of the bed, her slippers lined up smartly with the bed frame. For some reason—hormones, she told herself—her eyes watered, and a lump swelled in her throat. She sniffled pitifully as she stripped off her clothes and pulled on the shirt, clambering into the bed and tugging the sheets until the cocooned around her. 

Hange passed the rest of the day tossing and turning in bed. She tried to nap, but her mind was too restless, occupied with thoughts of the baby, with the concept of having to tell Levi when he came home. She could try to lie, say the doctors had done some blood work, that she was waiting on the results of some test or other, but Levi knew her too well. She could never lie to him, and her despondent state would give her away before she had the chance to say anything. 

The sun was beginning to set by the time she heard Levi’s keys in the door. She felt exhausted, head aching with all the thinking, considering, weighing up her options; with running over every possible outcome she could imagine. Keeping the baby, getting rid of the baby, Levi not wanting the baby, Levi leaving over the baby—every scenario she could imagine was worse than the last. There was only one idea that she had hardly dared entertain, in fear of disappointment if things didn’t work out. 

She heard Levi call out for her, but gave no answer. She listened, curled up in a ball on her side, as he shuffled around, no doubt picking up her coat and shoes from where she had abandoned them. And then he made his way towards the bedroom, steps soft on the plush carpet. The bedroom door creaked open. 

“Hange?” 

She made a small, warbled noise under the bedclothes. Levi came to sit on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. His hand found the curve of Hange’s hip. 

“How was it?” 

Hange made another noncommittal sound. She wiped her nose and eyes on the sheets, but didn’t dare show her face just yet. She wasn’t ready. She had never prepared for this conversation, never even imagined it before today. It was too soon. Not enough time to rehearse. 

Levi’s hand moved to her back, rubbing lightly up and down her spine, before dropping to the mattress behind her. He leaned over her, and she felt his lips press warm and gentle to the point of her shoulder. A fresh wave of tears poured over the bridge of her nose and down the side of her face. 

She tried to be quiet, but something—the shake of her shoulder, perhaps, or the shudder of air as she tried to take a steadying breath in—gave way to her crying. Levi moved off the bed, but Hange felt his fingers prying lightly at the sheets, pulling them down until he could get a good look at her face. He was kneeling by the bed now, face level with her, and he looked at her with worry pinching deep creases between his brows. 

“Oi, what’d they say?” 

Hange bit the inside of her lip and rubbed her damp cheek on the pillow. If Levi was bothered by her using their bedding as a tissue, he didn’t show it. He simply looked at her, eyes darting over her face, searching. It occurred to Hange then how this must look to him. She had gone to the doctors due to unexplained, violent sickness, and now she is in bed, hours later, still crying about whatever news she had received. 

“I’m fine,” she said. Levi’s tense shoulders relaxed a fraction, but his face remained pinched, frowning and concerned. Hange wanted to tell him quickly, simply, like ripping off a plaster, but the words would not come. She opened her mouth, but her throat constricted painfully. 

Eventually, she said, “my bag. There’s some stuff in my bag. Have a look.” 

Levi gave her a somewhat quizzical look, but stood, dropping a quick kiss to her temple before going to fetch the bag, and dipping his hand in to fish out the contents inside. 

Hange watched with her breath held and her stomach clenched as Levi pulled out the handful of leaflets and turned them over, looking at each one in turn. His eyes widened fractionally as comprehension dawned on him. His lips pressed into a thin line. Leaden weight settled in Hange’s gut. She curled into a tighter ball, pressing the bedsheets over her mouth and nose, waiting for him to gather himself enough to say something. 

After a moment, he spoke. 

“That’s all?” 

Huh? “Huh?!” 

Hange disentangled her arms from the sheets and sat up, staring at him. Levi moved to sit on the edge of the bed again, a scowl back on his face, though there was an intriguing flush high on his cheeks as he whacked her lightly on the top of the head with the leaflets. 

“Stupid four-eyes,” he said, exasperated. “Crying like that. I thought you were dying.”  

“I’m pregnant.” Hange said the word slowly, carefully, in case Levi had somehow misunderstood. He had the audacity to look at her like she was stupid.

“I can see that.” 

“And you have nothing more to say about it? That’s all?” 

Levi shrugged a little at her. Aside from the small patches of colour in his cheeks, Levi seemed wholly unfazed by the revelation. 

“It’s just a baby. We can handle a baby.” 

“That doesn’t terrify you?” 

Levi scrutinised her for a moment, before he said, “are you scared?” 

“Yes? Yes! How are you so calm? We can’t afford a baby—we don’t have the time for a baby? Where will they going to sleep? We don’t have a spare room. Can we get time off work to take care of a baby? How will we pay for childcare when we can’t be around?” 

“Hange,” Levi said, putting a stop to her rambling. He watched her with a pinched stare. “Do you not want it?” 

Hange had spent the majority of the day mulling over this same question. Staring a family was a huge, life-changing commitment, something that required  careful forethought and planning. They had not had that luxury. Hange was pregnant now. She had doubts and fears, more than she could ever express, but the idea of simply having a baby—of having this baby—wasn’t upsetting. In the small, brief moments she had allowed herself to imagine a future where she and Levi were parents, where they weren’t wanting for money or time, where things were well, she felt happy. Giddy. The prospect was almost exciting. 

“It’s not that,” Hange said earnestly. “I do—I’ve been thinking about it all day, and I—I do want it. But I just—we had no time to prepare. We have no savings, we have no space, I’m a mess. How are we supposed to take care of a tiny person? Babies are hard work, Levi.”

“You’re already hard work.” 

Hange laughed weakly, and wiped at her face again. Levi pressed a kiss to her raw cheek. 

“We’ll figure it out,” he said.

Hange leaned into him, sighing quietly. 

“Is this the kind of thing we can just figure out?” 

Levi hummed, shrugging his shoulder. His fingers skimmed up beneath Hange’s shirt, splaying over the small of her back and pulling her closer. 

“Why not? We’ve done a good job bullshitting our way through everything else.”  

Hange laughed lightly and bumped the side of her head against Levi’s.  

“This is different, Levi. This is a person. A tiny little person who is going to need me and you to do everything for them. What if we can’t do it? What if we mess up?” 

“Hange.” Levi pulled back a little and his hands came up to grip either side of her face, forcing her to look at him. “Stop. I know all that. But if you want the brat, and I want the brat, we’ve got no choice but to get on with it.” 

“I know, I know, but—wait, you want the baby?” 

Levi maintained eye contact with her, but it seemed to take a concentrated effort to do so. The flush of his cheeks deepened a little and his lips quirked at the corners. No doubt to compensate for the show of emotion, he pulled his face into his customary frown. 

“It’s fine,” he said. Hange fought the urge to roll her eyes and caught his hands as he lowered them from her face, pulling them into her lap. 

“Are you saying that because it’s already too late, or do you want to keep it?” 

Levi’s face took on a look of constipated strain. He curled his lip as though in distaste, then hooked a hand around the back of Hange’s neck and pulled her face to his abruptly, smacking a kiss to her lips. He let his forehead settle against hers and stroked his thumb over the hinge of her jaw. 

He fought to keep his tone neutral, but Hange could hear the happy tremor in his voice as he said again, “It’s fine.”

For the first time since hearing the news that day, Hange allowed herself to feel excited. To accept the idea that she and Levi were about to start their own bizarre little family. That Levi was still with her felt incredible enough, but to know that he was pleased—it was more than she could ever have hoped for. Hange gave a wet laugh and kissed him again. 

“Are you allergic to looking happy?” Hange asked as they broke apart. Levi clicked his tongue and pulled back to flick her square between the eyebrows. She laughed a little louder and leaned to wipe her runny nose on his shoulder. Levi muttered under his breath, but didn’t push her away.  

“Okay,” Hange said, after a moment. She sat back and pushed her hair back from her face. “Okay. We’re having a baby, then.” 

Levi’s rubbed the smile from his lips with the back of his hand, nodding. “We’re having a baby.” 

Hange sunk down to flop back over the pillows. Levi looked down at her, head tilted, chewing the inside of his lip. Hange reached up to brush his fringe off his forehead, warmth spilling in her chest when he held her hand close and turned to kiss her palm. 

She smiled a little playfully, and freed a leg from the sheets to dig her toes into his ribs. 

“If I’d known you wanted kids I would have been significantly less stressed, you know.” 

Levi quirked a brow at her. 

“I’ve told you that before.” 

“No, you haven’t.” 

“I have. At your sisters wedding.” 

Hange racked her brain, searching for the conversation. She remembered the occasion, and she remembered that she and Levi had somehow ended up babysitting Hange’s family brood. She remembered Levi, wrestling to keep her youngest nephew on his lap while the eldest, still only five or six at the time, was clambering up the back of his chair, sticky hands tugging at Levi’s collar. Hange fought hard to recall more of what was said, but could remember nothing at all of Levi announcing that he had wanted one of his own. 

“You said these brats aren’t so bad,” Hange said slowly. 

Levi nodded at her. Hange waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t, only looked at her like there was nothing more he needed to say. 

“That’s it? That’s your idea of telling me you want kids?” 

“The hell else could I have meant?” 

Hange dug her toe at him again but Levi caught her foot this time, pushing it firmly down onto the mattress. Hange reached for him with both arms instead, curling them around the back of his neck and tugging him down quickly. He toppled over her with a quiet oof, and Hange rolled them quickly, straddling his waist and dropping her weight down onto him. 

“That is the kind of thing you say clearly, Levi! These brats aren’t so bad—you’re ridiculous!” 

Levi wrestled with her arms a little longer before giving up and bringing his hands instead to rest low on her hips. He watched her with a curious expression on his face, something open and soft, and then his eyes roved down to her abdomen and his thumbs brushed inwards, beneath the hem of her shirt, stroking over her lower belly. 

This time, he didn’t fight his smile. 

He reached up and pulled her down by the neck, and kissed her soundly. Hange melted against him, welcomed the press of his tongue between her lips, shuddered pleasantly when he nipped at her bottom lip. She went with him willingly as he rolled them both over, nudging a knee between her legs and settling his weight against her. 

She was spreading her legs to make space for him, when he paused suddenly, and pulled back, leaning over the bed and scooping through the discarded back of leaflets. Hange, winded and dishevelled, watched him incredulously as he flicked through the contents of one, then tossed it aside and opened another. 

“What are you doing?” 

Without looking up, Levi replied, “Checking.” 

“Checking what?” 

“I wanna know if we can still—” he waved a hand between them, and went back to searching. 

“We’ve been—” Hange mimicked his gesture, “—up until now anyway.” 

Levi looked up at her, looking mildly horrified. He held up one his open leaflet and said, “You’ve been drinking alcohol, too. You’re not supposed to do that. And look, here—you’re not supposed to overwork. You’ll have to take on less hours at the university. And you’ll eat. Proper damn meals. Every day.” 

Hange flopped back against the pillows, eyes rolling, watching as Levi picked up each new leaflet in turn, pointing out every little adjustment that Hange would have to make. 

“This one says you should get eight to ten hours sleep per night. Every night. And not so much coffee, the caffeine’s bad for the baby.” 

The baby. It sounded surreal. It sounded ridiculous. Levi shifted to sit against the headboard beside her after opening the chunky little What to Expect While Expecting volume Hange had been handed while leaving the doctors. He seemed thoroughly engrossed, and seemingly unaware when one of his hands reached out to pull Hange’s hair free of its ponytail and sink into her hair. She hummed happily as his nails scraped over her scalp. 

Things were still scary, and Hange was still uncertain about how this whole adventure might turn out. But Levi was still with her, and Levi was happy, and that—

—Well, that was good enough. 

[cheapthrillsbeca]

54 ☺️

54. “I wanna marry you.” “We’ve only been together for two months. And you’re drunk.”

made this one part of the railroad apartment fic verse alskdjflaskjd

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: clhoeee

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: I just saw this girl in a that same white dress you have

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: you know the one that’s like cute and short adn lacy

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: and i got sad bc you’re not here 😢

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: are you still at work?

Chloe [11:35 p.m.]: hi drunkie 😘

Chloe [11:35 p.m.]: It’s almost midnight, so no, I’m not still at work lol. I managed to get out of there around 8

Chloe [11:35 p.m.]: and I do know that dress. But I didn’t know you liked it so much. I’ll have to remember that 😉

Beca [11:35 p.m.]: I pretty much love all of your dresses 👀👀👀

Beca [11:35 p.m.]: and glad you didn’t have to work as late as you thought. but u shouldve met us out!!

Beca [11:35 p.m.]: you know everyone likes you more than me. they’re all whining about my “””wifey”””” not being here

Chloe [11:36 p.m.]: lmao

Chloe [11:36 p.m.]: I wish I was there! But by the time I cooked dinner, ate, and showered it was 9:30 and I was too sleepy 

Beca [11:36 p.m.]: ok i forgive yuo

Beca [11:36 p.m.]: what’d you make for din?

Chloe [11:36 p.m.]: your fav -- baked mac and cheese

Chloe [11:36 p.m.]:  there’s a bowl for you in the fridge, ready to microwave when you get in

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: 🎉🎉🎉😄🤤🤤😋😋😋😋

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: chlooooo

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: ugh i love you sm

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: like so so much

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: ilke

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: i wanna marry you

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: hahah 😊😂

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: I love you too becs

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: but it might be a little soon for a proposal

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: We’ve only been together for two months

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: and you’re drunk

Beca [11:40 p.m.]: pffffffft doesnt matter

Beca [11:40 p.m.]: im gonna marry u chleo beale

Beca [11:40 p.m.]: gonna marry you so hrd

Chloe [11:41 p.m.]: hahaha babyyy

Chloe [11:41 p.m.]: you’re too much

Chloe [11:41 p.m.]: only you would turn marriage into an act of aggression 

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: 😡😡😡

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: laugh all you want

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: but one day you’ll see

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: youll. See.

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: oh i’m gonna share an Uber with Alicia see you sooooonnnn

Chloe [11:42 p.m.]: YAY!!!

Chloe [11:42 p.m.]: share your trip so I can have your mac & cheese ready when you get home!

***

Beca groans as she rolls over in bed. Her head is killing her and her mouth feels dry as sandpaper.

She winces as she props herself up on her elbows and surveys the room. The bed is empty, save for Bandit, who is curled up by her feet and snoring softly. There’s a glass of ice water and two Advils sitting on her bedside table, and she sits up properly to take the pills before draining the glass.

Last night was… What was last night?

She closes her eyes as she leans back against the headboard, trying to piece the evening together. Happy hour with her coworkers… those stupid flaming shots that Caleb always makes them take… Ubering home with Alicia… eating her weight in macaroni… 

There’s something else she should remember, and she can feel it, nagging and elusive on the tip of her tongue. But before it comes to her she hears the keys in the front door. Bandit practically trips over himself as he leaps off the bed and sprints out of the room to greet his favorite parent.

Beca gets it, though. If her head wasn’t throbbing so much she’d be running out to see Chloe, too.

Luckily Chloe comes straight back to their room, and it’s the most welcome sight Beca has ever seen.

Because she’s carrying two large iced cold brews from Beca’s favorite coffee shop.

“Dude, oh my god,” Beca says as Chloe hands her one of the coffees. “You are a literal angel.”

Part of Beca wants to go on and on about how much she appreciates her, but she has to attend to her more pressing need of getting caffeine into her body. She takes several sips of iced coffee as Chloe climbs back into bed, cuddling up next to Beca. It takes Bandit a couple of running starts, but eventually he makes it back on the bed, too.

“How are you feeling?”

Chloe gently cards her fingers through Beca’s hair before tucking a few strands behind her ear. Her hand comes to a rest on Beca’s shoulder, and she rubs her thumb soothingly along her neck and collarbone. Beca holds her coffee in her lap and closes her eyes, enjoying the sensation.

“Mmm,” she hums. “Much better now.”

“Do you remember last night?” Chloe asks, and Beca hears the smile in her voice.

“I was just trying to work that out.” Beca's head lolls against the headboard as Chloe’s hand skates along her shoulder, massaging just the right spots. “I remember drinking too much and missing you and the Uber ride and eating way too much mac and cheese. Although, that midnight snack probably saved me from an even worse hangover.”

Beca smiles to herself as she remembers stumbling through the front door last night to find Chloe sitting at the kitchen table in her pajamas, waiting for her with a piping hot bowl of macaroni. 

To others -- to Chloe, even -- it might seem like a small gesture. But waiting up for her, cooking her favorite meal, leaving water and painkillers out for her, bringing her iced coffee in bed -- all of those little acts make Beca feel so valued, cared for, and loved.

That’s when she remembers the other thing that happened last night.

“What are you smiling about?” Chloe asks, scratching lightly at the nape of Beca’s neck.

Beca opens her eyes and turns toward her, heart fluttering in her chest.

“I meant it, you know,” she says quietly. “What I said last night. Or, what I texted, I guess.”

Chloe looks at her, brow furrowing for a few seconds before her features smooth in understanding. She runs her hand down Beca’s arm and closes her fingers loosely around her wrist.

“Becs…” she whispers, smiling softly.  

“I mean, not right now,” Beca clarifies. “You were right -- we’ve only technically been together for two months. People would think we’re crazy. Especially your dad. God, I don’t even want to think about the look on his face…”

Chloe giggles and presses her lips to Beca’s shoulder. 

“Besides,” Beca continues. “I want to wait until I make more money. So you can get your dream wedding.”

Chloe exhales sharply, and Beca understands. They’ve been on the subject for a minute or so, but this is the first time she’s uttered a marriage-specific word, and something about saying it outloud makes everything feel more real. 

“Beca,” Chloe whispers, kissing her shoulder again through the fabric of her t-shirt. She releases Beca’s wrist and laces their fingers together.

Beca places her iced coffee on her bedside table. She wipes her free hand on the sheets before cradling Chloe’s cheek. Beca knows her fingers are cold, but Chloe leans into her touch, looking at her with glossy eyes.

“I’m just-- I’m putting you on notice, Beale.” Beca smiles at her, swallowing around the lump in her throat. “It might not be for a little while, but it’s coming. Just you wait.”

Chloe glances up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly, and Beca’s wondering if she said too much too soon when Chloe kisses her. Beca feels her bottom lip trembling against her mouth, and when she pulls away both of their faces are wet with Chloe’s tears. (Okay, some of Beca’s tears, too.)

“Oh, I’ll wait,” Chloe says, sniffling. “I’ll wait so hard.”

[underneaththe-waterfall]

Do you have to go pt2

PART 1

Mature content ahead* SMUT, fluff , light angst at the very end

summary: Jaebum was finally home for a day and his muscles were clearly in pain. You give him an oil message which leads to many other things. Somehow you still end up disappointed in the end.

You woke up feeling steady breathing on your neck and muscular arms holding your waist. You nearly forgot that jaebum had a day off today; It felt good to wake up together after such a while. You yawned and turned around facing jaebum and you noticed how ethereal he looked. His messy black hair rested on his forehead and he had a slight stubble. You loved this look on him. It made him look more like your boyfriend and not the idol that thousands of girls die over.

You laid there for a moment just looking at him so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even realise that jaebum was now wide awake looking back at you with a smirk on his face. ”I know im sexy but  are you really planning to just stare at me the whole day today or...” You both begin laughing as you playfully hit his chest. After a moment jaebum pulls you close again and snuggles close to you, his nose against your back ready to go back to sleep. ”Oh no dont think your going to sleep again its already 12″ you say while moving away from him and removing the covers from both your bodies.

He groans instantly hugging himself “Its so cold can we not just stay in bed today?” You wanted to go on a whole rant about how he was never home and this was probably gonna be the only day for a few weeks you were gonna get together, and that you didn’t wanna waste it all just sleeping. But you knew if you said this it would turn into something much more serious. There was no point arguing with jaebum over something like this especially when you missed spending time with him so much. 

“Im gonna go shower and then you can go when im done and then we can head out somewhere” You wait for a response and all you hear is a mumble from jaebum saying something along the lines of ‘so bossy’ whilst wrapping himself in a blanket again with his eyes closed. You sigh whilst  heading to the bathroom and have a quick shower followed by your skincare routine. You expected to have to come and have to wake up jaebum again but he was sitting and using his phone at the edge of the bed. He got up wordlessly and headed for the bathroom once you had entered the bedroom. You put on one on jaebums loose shirts with shorts and headed downstairs to make some breakfast. 

After a while when you headed back upstairs to call jaebum for breakfast you saw him sitting on the bed holding his shoulder with a frown on his face. It was clear that he was in pain but he never liked to admit it in front of you. You walk towards him and as soon as he realises that your coming he lets go of his shoulder and heads for the wardrobe only in his towel. ”Wait, dont get dressed yet” you say while reaching for something in the drawer. “Why? do you want me to seduce you?” he says with a sexy expression followed by a laugh from the both of you .Now holding a bottle of message oil, you ushered him towards the bed. ”I’m gonna give you a message” his expression falls when he realises you saw him earlier sulking on the bed. 

“No its fine its gonna go back to normal soon anyways” he says whilst adjusting his towel which was about to drop. “Shush lay down on your stomach on the bed right now” you say while pouting and crossing his arms. He coos while looking at you and steps closer to you pressing a gentle kiss on your pouting lips. ”Okay okay you can give me a message” he says while laying down on the bed the towel still covering his lower half. You take a seat at the bottom of his back where you could see the two dimples. You apply the oil to your hands before messaging jaebums shoulders with as such strength as you could get. You went to his back after his shoulder and you felt satisfied hearing his groans. You seat yourself on his thighs messaging his lower back and eventually you were done with his back. 

“Okay turn around now” you say while getting up from his legs. He turns around and his towel lightly slips and you could see his dick , and for some reason he was half hard. A light blush covered your cheeks as you fixed the towel so it was covering him properly. When you looked up at jaebum ,he was smiling and he had a weird look in his eyes you couldn’t really understand .”So are you not gonna give me a message anymore because you saw-”.You cut him off straight away by taking a seat on his lower stomach and putting more message oil on your hands and this clearly shut him up You made sure not to make any eye contact with him as you rubbed your hands together and then began messaging his shoulders. Jaebum tilted his head back and squeezed his eyes shut biting his lips to prevent any sound coming out.

He had been tired and his muscles had been aching for a while now so when you gave him a message it felt too good. You continued to focus on the task at hand and before you realised it you were sitting directly on top of jaebums dick which was merely covered by the towel. You continued messaging him until you heard a really loud moan followed by “you’ve messaged me enough”, He quickly gets you of him and switches your positions so he was now straddling you. By now his towel was nowhere to be seen and he was exposed in front on you. You gulp while looking up at jaebum and you can see hunger in his eyes. He leans down and kisses you and his tongue enters your mouth straight away. He continues to kiss you and you push him away as you run out of breath.  

He looks at you also completely out of breath and straight away reaches for the hem of his shirt that you were wearing. You put your arms up so he could remove the shirt and his eyes fall straight away to your breasts. You had not worn a bra since you were at home and now you were glad you didn’t. He pushes you back down so your back touches the bed and begins to kiss down your neck. He continues to kiss down until he reaches to your breast. He fondles one of your breast with one hand while he marks the other. You let out a moan and you could feel that you were becoming restless. ”I cant wait any longer” you say completely blissed out looking at jaebum with hooded eyes. 

“Then ride me” 

He lays down and waits till you remove your shorts and panties and straddle him. His hands immediately reach to your hips squeezes them as you lean down to kiss him. He could feel your wet heat on his dick and the fast heart beat of your clit. It was driving him crazy. He pulled away from the kiss and tapped your thighs motioning for you to lift them up a bit. You held onto his shoulders and closed your eyes as he aligned his dick with your entrance. After a second you slipped down on his cock letting out incoherent sounds and jaebum tilted his head back and squeezed his eyes shut in relief.

It had been such a while since you had been intimate with jaebum and at this point you were both very needy. You stayed seated on him as he waited for you to adjust. It was definitely not the first time you and jaebum were having sex but since it had been a while it took you some time to adjust to his size. You felt jaebum move underneath you so you opened your eyes. You could see his hooded eyes and the way he was biting his lips and it was making you feel even needier then you felt before. You began to move and each time you moved you could feel jaebums dick drag against your walls. It felt heavenly. You slowed down your pace now getting tired and as soon as jaebum noticed this he began to thrust up into your heat. You leaned your head on his shoulder as he kept moving himself in and out of you as fast as he could.

”Im gonna-” you couldnt finish your sentence because of the knot you were feeling at the bottom of your stomach .He didn’t respond to what you said but instead moved his hand down to your clit to help your release. You let out even louder moans at the feeling of his fingers circling around your clit fast and mercilessly. And before you knew it you were coming with a loud moan followed by jaebums name. You were so blissed out that you didnt even realise jaebum had pulled out and you were now laying with your back on the bed. He inserted his cock back inside you and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he pounded into you harder and faster. You felt so sensitive after just coming but you wanted jaebum to finish to. You opened your eyes to see the look on his face he always had before he was about to cum.

You watched as he sped up hitting even deeper spots inside you as he grunted. With a last powerful thrust that nearly made you scream he came inside you. You could feel his warm juices fill you up and you groaned at the feeling. He laid down and pulled you on top on him his now half softened dick still inside you. You both stayed there wordlessly for a few moments in bliss. Just as you were laying there you heard jaebums phone ring. You both just ignored it pretending you couldn’t hear it because you both were so sleepy. After it rang the second time jaebum pulled out and you let out a small groan at the feeling of all his cum seeping out of you. He picked up his phone and it was his manager. “You guys have an interview today in like 30 minutes and all the other boys are here. i dont know why your still not here i messaged you early in the morning.” Jaebum didnt make any eye contact with you as his manager spoke. He answered back calmly “Ill be there in 20 ill get dressed from home no need to get an outfit for me” 

After that you blanked out not really hearing the rest of the conversation. You watched jaebum as he cut the phone and looked at you. You were sat on the bed completely naked and your body was littered with love bites. You had tears in your eyes which you were not aware about and to jaebum you looked like a lost puppy. He came closer to you kissing you on the lips quickly and putting the covers up so your body was covered.”Im so sorry i have to go now i promise ill be home soon.” You hummed with a small smile and that clearly reassured him that you were not upset as he straight away headed to the shower. You sat there alone in bed lost in your own thoughts and in less then 5 minutes jaebum was out the shower and getting dressed. 

You watched him as you sat feeling like shit. You still had his cum dripping down your thighs and onto the bedsheets. Your body was covered in marks and your hair was a mess. With a final goodbye jaebum was out the door and you were completely alone. Again. You knew jaebum wasn’t gonna be home soon. You were right.

 Before you knew it you both were in the same routine where you would barely see each other. It was starting to take a toll on you and for the first time in your relationship you felt like a decision had to be made. You couldn’t live like this any longer. 

MASTERLIST

Okay but IM SO SORRY IF THE SMUT WAS BAD. It was a struggle to write.

SORRY FOR ERRORS BYEEE.

[thcweasley]

Yours

PAIRING : George Weasley X Y/N

SUMMARY : George getting jealous of his twin brother for being closer to you .

WARNINGS : none? Make out? implying things? hehe

WORDS : 1.7k

A/N: lol this hits too close to home, growing up i was shadowed by heather sister :(  I was going to turn this into smut but im not sure.. cos i never wrote a smut before lol.

“Focus on your work Weasley” Snape smacked George Weasley’s head with the book he was holding, causing the whole class to look at his direction.

George was already an easily distracted person to begin with. but today especially, he got his mind somewhere else.

He was looking at you and his twin brother Fred, giggling while trying to figure out snape’s task. All of his life he never thought that he would feel this much jealously towards the older twin. Sure, sometimes it bothers him a bit that people pay more attention to him, or the fact that people always refers them as “Fred & George”, not “George & Fred”. But he knew it’s a silly thing to be bothered about so he always managed to brush it off.

But not today, Fred had been assigned with you. The girl George met on his last solo trip to honeydukes. It shocked him how he never saw you around before, despite being in the same house and grade. But hes glad that he met you. George didn’t like to be cheesy, but he was so sure that you were made for him. Whenever youre around, he just felt so happy. You’re funny, kind, and on top of all you’re prettiest thing he ever seen. Sadly, for him, other people seems to think that way about you.

He introduced you 2 weeks ago to his brother and friends. You seem to get along great with everyone. He liked that, his brother and friends is everything for him. But he cant help it but feeling a little bit jealous. He didn’t wanna admit it but this jealously is most probably because he was insecure about his feeling for you. Before everything he was sure that you fancy him the same way he fancies you. But now, hes not sure. And he hated it, youre supposed to be his girl.

The class that felt so long was finally over. George quickly stood up, walking towards the common room. he just want to burry his face onto his bed now. He felt an arm linking his. “Hey you” it was you. He let out a big sigh, not knowing how to feel right now.

“Hey, did you have a good time today?” He hated how catty he sounded. Knowing you, he knew you wouldn’t able to tell.

“Yeah it was fun. Your brother is hilarious you know that?” He rolled his eyes, feeling his face getting hot.

“Well yeah hes a clown” George answered shortly. Wanting you both could just drop this conversation. He didn’t like this, being jealous of his twin brother.

“ahah yeah true, youre also funny too you know” You leaned your head onto Georges arm. At this point it was hard for him to not just pulls you into a big hug. “Whats your plan for the rest of the day?” You asked looking up on him.

“Im not sure, probably just sleep” George answered looking down to you. You looked so cute leaning on to him.

“Wanna have a study date? Snape’s test tomorrow right?” George’s ears perked up at the word date.

A smile creeps on his face. “Yeah sure”

“Brilliant! I’ll see you in 2 hours then!” You gave his arm a squeeze before you go. Leaving George all smiley by himself.

2 hours later, George found himself getting ready for his study date. He finally going to make a move on you. Its obvious that you fancy him now right? At least you were the one who refers their study session as a study date.

He tried to look around for Fred but he was nowhere to be found. He feels weird do anything without asking for the older brother’s advice. But it was time to go to meet you at the Library and he didn’t want to make you wait, so he just decided to cross his fingers and hope for the best.

“Hey” George greeted you, big smile on his face. You look up at him from the book you were reading, smiling back at him. “You got a lot of stuff here” He sat down beside you, looking at paper and pens in front of him.

“Oh its not mine” You answered. “So, do you have anything you’re particularly struggling with?”

Whilst you tried your best to explain the things that he was struggling with. George was doing his best to stay focus on what youre saying instead of you. He cant help but admire your face, your cheeks, your lips. He wonders how would it feel like you press his lips against yours.

“Are you listening to me George?” You asked, knowing the answer pretty well.

“Uh yeah, im sorry I got distracted” he blinked.

You brought your hand on to his head, messing with his red hair. “you’ve been a bit distracted these days. didn’t you got smacked on your head earlier today by Snape?” you chuckled a bit running your fingers on the back of his head. “Did it hurt?” You tilted her head closer to him, rubbing the back of his head.

He couldn’t seem to think straight at this point. The fact that youre so close to him right now, he could smell your scent. He took a deep breath trying to be brave and make a move. He put his hand on top of yours, pulling it away from his head. “Y/N..” He started, linking his fingers with yours. “I think I like you”

“Yeah?” You chuckled feeling. your cheeks starting to get warm. “Whats going on George? Why are you suddenly so serious?”

“Well, Im not sure how you feel about me. But I got nothing to lose so here I am. I like you” Surprised by his words, you didn’t say anything. So he thought he could just make a move then. He leaned in closer to you getting you lips closer to each other. Not knowing what to do you just close your eyes. He smiled, taking this as a greenlight to proceed his act. Until all of the sudden-

“Your tea is here!!” Fred walked in, causing them to pull away from each other. “Hey that’s my seat George, do you not see the stuffs on the table?” He said as he sat down filling the gap between You and George.

“Fred what are you doing here?” George asked, clearly  frustrated with the situation.

“That’s not how you greet people, my dear brother” He said handing you the tea he was talking about. “Besides, youre not the only one who got invited to this study group. Right Y/N?” You just nod at him feeling flustered, thinking about what could’ve happened if Fred didn’t just walk in.

The next day, George has been avoiding you since last night. He thought you guys shared the same feeling. But yesterday proved him wrong. He was just another friend to you

Snape’s exam was a group work, being Fred’s partner obviously made you work with him for the exam. You looked so happy, George wishes it was him working with you instead of his twin brother. He hated this so much, it’s ridiculous how jealous he felt towards his twin brother right now.

The exam’s finally over, George saw you coming up to him from the corner of his eyes. “Hey” you greeted him. “Wanna go to Three Broomstick later? I haven’t really seen you all week”

“Who’s coming?” He asked, hoping this time its just the two of you. And everything that he thought about last night wasn’t true.

“Uh everyone. Fred, Lee, Angelina and others im not sure” George snickered. How stupid of him to think that you wanna be alone with him. How stupid of him to think he got a chance with you.

“I think im gonna pass on that” he took a deep breath. “Im tired. Ill see you around” He left you dumb folded, walking away towards his room.

The night comes around. The common room feels empty, his friends had left him for Three Broomstick. George just chilling alone on his bed when he heard someone opened the door.

“George?” You walked towards him, sitting at the end of his bed “Hey, im just.. I just wanna make sure everything is okay”

“Why you here” George answered bitterly. “Arent you suppose to be out with your friends, with my brother?”

“Well yeah but I wanna check up on you. And talk about last night..”

“What do you wanna talk about Y/N?” He took a deep breath. “I already get it, you see me as a friend. If anything, you like Fred more than me. I get it don’t worry. Everyone always picks him over me, im used to it”

“George…” you scotched in closer too him, trying to stop him from rambling all these nonsenses.

“Im not even sure why I thought you like me, he is the better twin. Im just me. I just thought I have a chance with you. Throughout my life, ive always get hands down from my siblings, share with my siblings.” He realised how ridiculous he sounded but it didn’t stop him. “I love how you get along with my friends. But, i just thought, I thought youre my person. Finally someone I can proudly say mine. I thought you feel the same way as I do…” Georges voice was getting quitter when he felt your hand grabbing his. “I like you a lot and I get that you don’t feel the same way. So if youre coming here to explain that i-“

His words were cut off by your lips crashing to his. “You never let me speak Georgie”  You murmured against his lips “I don’t know how you got it all wrong” you kissed his cheek lightly. “I didn’t know you felt that way. George. I like you, im your person. Ive always been“

With a big smile he pulled in for another kiss. He held on to your waist pulling you closer to him, positioning you onto his lap. You threw your and around his neck, deepening the kiss whilst his hands lazily griped your waist.

You can feel something poking between the inner part of your legs. With a slight smile you press your legs more on to him, grinding it against him. Earning a low groan from him.

He held your hips down on him, so both of you can feel more of the friction. His lips travelled to your jaw and to the back of your neck. You could feel his hot breath, sending shivers down your spine as he moved his lips closer to your ears. “Prove it” OKAY SO Let me know if you want a part 2 smut off of this HAHAH.

hehe part 2

this was quite hard to write cos i feel bad for him ahaha. this is loosely based on a true story. but i never got my Y/N :’)

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If Only I Had Stayed In The Shadows - Chapter Twelve

James Potter x OC

A/N: At last, the long awaited chapter. Sorry for the wait, my laptop has been failing on me. Hope you enjoy.

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Prologue  Chapter One   Chapter Two  Chapter Three  Chapter Four  Chapter Five  Chapter Six  Chapter Seven  Chapter Eight  Chapter Nine  Chapter Ten  Chapter Eleven

It was the last weekend before the beginning of the exams for literally everybody. The library was packed with not a single seat unoccupied as well as the common room, where people had even taken to sitting on the floor to study, the dorms being too sitfling.

I had been one of the lucky ones to get a seat at a table, revising my notes with James next to me.

"How do you brew the Elixir to Induce Euphoria?"

"You add shrivelfig, porcupine quills and stir four times anti-clockwise. Then you add a sprig of peppermint, Sopophorous beans and wormwood and stir six times anti-clockwise," James recited, twirling a strand of my hair between his fingers.

"That is correct."

"Yes!"

"Alright, your turn-"

"Hey, what about my reward?" James asked and I looked at him questioningly, "My kiss?" He pouted and I gave in almost immediately, not being able to resist his big earth-coloured eyes as I leant forward to press my lips against his.

"Hmm, that's it," he hummed approvingly and it made my face grow as I thought of him saying it during certain other circumstances. I was a girl, a sixteen year old girl, and of bloody course my mind would wander towards certain things that I could be doing instead of studying, now that I had a boyfriend...things, that I couldn't have had managed before on my own. And with a boyfriend as hot as mine I couldn't help but let my gaze linger whenever he stretched himself during Quidditch warm-ups, causing his shirt to deliciously rile up and reveal his abs, or watching him bite his lips whenever he concentrated hard on something, wishing he would bite me-

"Love? Cec? Hellooo?" James snapped his fingers in front of my face and I blinked. "Are you spacing out on me? Siriusly? After you dragged my ass to sit and study with you? Jeez, then ungratefulness stinks," he huffed in mock-annoyance and I shook my head to get the thoughts out.

"Sorry. What were you saying?"

"It's my turn. What colour does the Potion have and what is it for?"

"The colour should be a bright yellow and as the name implies, it's supposed to induce the drinker in a sudden euphoria."

"That is absolutely correct!"

"Of course it is," I replied arrogantly, flinging my hair before giggling. James smirked, leaning forward. "Come and get your reward then." My heart leaped in my chest but I managed to stop him with a hand on his chest. "Nah, I'm good," I teased with a shrug, briefly wondering where Marlene was. She would have been so proud of me right now. James frowned for a second before promptly throwing himself on me. "Uff, James!" I exclaimed, pearls of laughter escaping as he snuck his arms around me to lessen the blow of landing on the hard floor, pinning me down effectively with his body.

"How dare you reject my generous offer of rewarding you with a kiss?" James said gravely, chuckles drifting through his words, "You shall be punished with more rewards."

"Bite me!"

"Gladly!" I squealed as he started attacking my neck, nipping playfully at the sensitive skin.

"Can you stop with your childish antics?!” Lily's voice ripped through our laughter. She stood up with a peeved look, gathering her things. "Some people are actually trying to study!" She stormed off before any of us could form an answer.

James sprang up, adjusting his glasses as he held out a hand for me whilst looking after her. I brushed off any dirt from my clothes and went to sit down.

"I should probably go and check on her," he suggested and I wanted to ask why when he was already taking off.

"Alright," I said lamely to his back, watching until he disappeared through the portrait hole. I plopped back down on my seat, glancing at Alice, who was completely immersed in her notes, not even aware her best friend's departure. Looking down at my own notes, I tried to focus but my eyes kept drifting from word to word without taking anything in as my mind kept replaying the way James ran after Lily with little to no hesitation. 

'You're thinking too much into it...

...I wonder what they are doing right now...'

I sighed loudly, frustrated that I couldn't let it go. Peeking at the only studious girl at the table, I stood up. "I'm...gonna go to the loo," I excused myself and left when I received no response.

Walking out of the common room, I promptly slapped myself on the forehead.

Was I really going to follow them like a creepy, insecure girlfriend? Obviously.

Was I going to find them with the head start they had now? Obviously not. Dumbass.

Glancing back at the portrait of the Fat Lady guarding our entrance, I pondered whether to go back inside or try looking for them. Lily was most likely heading to the library to join Remus at his study table that he had occupied since this morning. I cringed at my own behaviour when I decided to look for them. 'Im just making sure she's fine so I can focus back on my exams,' I reassured myself, 'Nothing creepy about tha-'

"Ow-!"

"Oi, Cec," Sirius greeted me gruffly, holding onto my arm until I steadied myself as he had bumped against me quite strongly, "Sorry about that. Didn't see you from the corner."

"It's all good," I replied, glad for the distraction as I straightened my robe and looked up at him. He seemed distraught, his hair unkempt and his tie hanging loosely around his neck. I would have guessed he had a good snogging session if it weren't for the sad glistening in his eyes. "Hey Sirius," I called softly as he fidgeted, already turning away, "Is everything alright?"

"Hm?" he looked over his shoulder, his expression carefully blank, "Yeah, of course. Everything is fine. Why?"

I shrugged, not wanting to point out how he seemed less than his usual joyful facade. "Just asking. Where you've been anyway? I thought we would study together in the common room?"

His face twisted into something akin to anguish and I furrowed my eyebrows. "I was with Reg..ulus," he said, turning away.

"Did som-"

"Look, I don't wanna talk about it," he snapped.

"Sirius..." He stormed off towards the portrait hole and I was left staring after a back for the second time this day. I felt the worry built up, sensing that something bad must have happened. Because, no matter how hurt or angry Sirius was, he was always very good at hiding it. Unless he was drunk or something major had happened. And since he didn't seem drunk right now...my feet started moving before my mind had been made up, walking back towards the Fat Lady and pushing every thought of James and Lily into the back of my mind. This was urgent, my platonic soulmate was in pain after all.

Stepping into the common room, I spotted the black-haired boy rush up the boys dormitory and steeled myself before following him upstairs, hoping nobody saw me step to left instead of the right passage towards the rooms. I tentatively walked down the small hallway I had never dared to step in in all my six years before, searching the signs on the doors for the Sixth Year's dormitories. Pressing an ear on one of the doors, I listened for any sound. Fortunately, there were some shuffles and the familiar voice of my friend cursing as he dropped something heavy. Just as I contemplated on whether to knock, the door swung up revealing Sirius, who had rid himself of his robe and jumper, holding a bottle of Firewhiskey in his hand and the other tightly wound around the door handle.

"What are you doing?" he asked, narrowing his shining eyes.

"I-"

"Just leave," he grumbled, his voice tense as he was holding back the tears that hadn't fallen yet. Dread filled me now as he rushed past me to the bathroom, shutting the door soundly behind him. Something was seriously wrong. This time, I didn't hesitate to follow him, pushing back the cringe at opening a boy's bathroom and peeking in. The room was empty except for one shower cabinet in the far back where the water was turned on, running at full blast.

"Sirius, I hope you are not naked, because I'm coming in," I warned, giving him a second before I opened the cabinet to find him sitting on the floor, drinking from the bottle of Firewhiskey as the water pattered down on him.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" he mumbled, his voice thick and croaky from the burn of the alcohol, "I don't want to talk about it." He leaned his head back, closing his eyes as the water trickled down on his face and further, drenching his clothes.

"We don't need to talk," I said quietly, hoping he could hear me over the water, "I just wanna be here for you." And with that, I stepped in fully-clothed and closed the cabinet door behind me, sliding down next to him as I proceeded to get completely wet in a less than a few seconds. Sirius kept quiet, only raising his bottle to me before pressing it against his own lips when I shook my head, wondering which of the drops trailing down his face were from the shower head and which from his sorrowful eyes.

I wasn't sure how long we sat there but Sirius got up after what seemed like hours, clearing his throat as he lowered the water volume. "I'm...gonna get you the Invisibility Cloak so you can sneak out. Wait here." I nodded. "And don't turn the water off or someone might come in." I nodded again and he stepped over me, pushing the door open and disappearing from sight. I sighed as he left, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of my clothes sticking to my skin. He came back after a few minutes with cloak and wand in hand, casting a Hot Air Charm over me as I got up and turned off the shower head. It was completely silent, but somber in some way as we proceeded to walk out of the bathroom with me under the cloak and him at the front. He held the door open, squinting to see if I had passed and I mumbled a quiet 'thanks' when I was out.

Nodding, he stepped out as well, shoving his hands into his pockets, having dried himself as well. "I will...see you around," he said, a softness in his voice and slightly slurring, "I'm just gonna head to bed."

I nodded before realising he couldn't see me. "Okay. Sleep well, Sirius."

"You too."

Turning away, I took a few steps when I heard Sirius whisper my name. "Cec, I- thank you. For being there," he stammered, seeming uncharacteristically unsure of himself. I wondered then, how many people he had shown his emotional side before. Guessing from what I knew about him, I would say it dwindled down to the four people he kept the closest plus maybe Regulus. It warmed me, that he now included me into that circle as well even if I kind of forced him to as I had followed him around. "Cec?" he called out questioningly, his grey eyes flittering around as he pondered whether I was still there or not. I quickly stepped back towards him, carefully taking his hand and squeezing it slightly. "You're more than welcome, Sirius," I whispered and his eyes softened when I raised my cloak to let him see me for a split second. "Good night."

"Good night."

Walking down to the common room, I noticed a considerably less amount of people were gathered around to study, mostly Fifth and Seventh Years. But Alice was still there and even Marlene had joined her, though her face rested on her notes as she drooled on them, fast asleep. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I noticed it was past nine o'clock. The thoughts of Lily and James that I had pushed into the back of my mind resurfaced and I swept the room with my eyes in search of either of them. There was no way Lily would have gone to bed so early on the last days before the exam and I briefly remembered all the times we had together to study until past midnight for our O.W.L.'s last year. 'Was she still at the library?' But the library had been closed for an hour now.

My stomach grumbled in that moment and the sound resonated throughout the otherwise quiet room. I blushed, despite the fact that no one could see me under the cloak, as a few heads raised in confusion. Only now did I realise how hungry I was since I had missed dinner and also skipped lunch earlier this day. 'A quick snack from the kitchen it is,' I decided, walking towards the entrance and out of the common room. 'And on my way I can make a short detour to see if Lily actually managed to convince Madam Pince to let her stay past the closing hours to study. Wouldn't put it past her to play the Prefect Card for this.'

Skipping down the stairs, I took the corridor to the library and found it entirely deserted. I sighed relieved, not knowing what exactly I was relieved for, as I turned away to head towards the kitchen. The halls were empty and dark, with the occasional light of the half-moon breaking through the tall windows and I breathed in the fresh air of a summer night, enjoying the peaceful silence as I strolled towards the kitchen.

But the peace would only last for so long.

I reached the corridor with the painting of the fruit bowl, fastening my steps as my stomach gave another protesting growl. Just when I was about to tickle the pear in the painting, anticipating all the good food the elves would cook in a matter of minutes, the door opened from the inside, nearly banging against my forehead. I stumbled back as the door swung to the side, revealing James. My heart skipped a beat in surprise but also at the sight of twinkling eyes that seemed unnaturally light in all the darkness surrounding us. Grinning, I grasped at the hem of the cloak, ready to spook him when he turned back towards the kitchens, engulfing his face in a warm glow of light coming from the big room.

A shadow crossed his features and he held his hand out for Lily, who was laughing softly as she took it, letting him help her out of the hole. "Thanks," she said.

"You are very welcome," James replied with a grin as the door shut close, engulfing us all in a sudden darkness. I blinked, squinting in hopes to see better as my eyes adjusted. For a second everything was silent before the two started walking. Biting my lip, I followed them before I could think about what I was doing. 'We are all headed to the same direction, I can't help it that I need to walk behind them. And since I'm not hungry anymore- oh, who am I kidding, I'm starving,' I complained to myself, cursing my brain for having the urge to spy on the two in all my insecure glory.

They walked in silence for a while before standing on the staircase.

"Thanks for the food," Lily spoke up as they waited for the stairs to stop moving, "I really needed it."

"Figures. You didn't eat anything today," James replied.

"How do you know that?"

"Eh," I could practically feel him blush as he stammered for an answer. "I just saw you and Cec studying all day, so I guessed that you hadn't eaten anything yet. Cec hasn't at least."

"Right," Lily said quietly, walking up the stairs as they stopped moving. I followed silently, watching the moon reflect on her brilliant red hair and noticing James did, too. "You know, I was surprised how you two suddenly got together."

"Hm?" James hummed, looking at his shoes as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his robes.

"I mean, one day you were asking me out and the other you were suddenly hanging around with her and started dating," Lily said in joking manner and James chuckled along, though I couldn't grasp the joke in it. "It was...surprising, yeah," she ended awkwardly and the mood turned somber.

"Well, I guess it surprised a lot of people," James chuckled again, seemingly nervous as he ran a hand through his messy mop of hair. "But, Cec is great. She is amazing, really," he added, his voice turning steady and gentle, tugging at my heart strings. I felt a smile form on my face.

"She is quite great, yeah," Lily agreed softly. Now I felt bad for eavesdropping. 'You're siriusly messed up, dumbass,' I scolded myself. But I didn't stop. "I'm happy for you guys. It's nice to see Cec so happy and seeing a normal side of you."

James scoffed, "Normal?"

"What?" Lily giggled.

"What side of me has not been normal before?"

"I'm just saying, it's refreshing to know a side of you that wouldn't enchant cupids to read me sappy poems and throw pink glitter all over me," Lily recalled, laughing to herself as James blushed beet-red.

"Well, normal is overrated anyway," he muttered into his tie, smiling as Lily bumped her fist against his arms.

"I kinda miss it," she said and I noticed her eyes widen as soon as the sentence left her mouth. James' lips quirked up, his eyes shining. "Do you now?" he asked smugly, laughing as she slapped his arm.

"I mean," she started but paused. The mood turned slightly somber as she fiddled with her sleeve.

"You mean?" James prompted almost eagerly and I bit my lip, the tugging in my heart strings turning to harsh pulls.

Lily sighed, "It's nothing. Just, now that I know the 'normal' side of you, the one, you probably show to your friends and Cec...I think, all the stuff you used to do was quite endearing."

James kept quiet for a second. "You mean, when I endlessly chased after you?"

"All the things you did to ask me out. The cupids, the flowers, the sweets...," I distinctly heard Lily gulp as she stopped and turned towards him, causing him to falter in his steps, too. "I didn't recognise it back then, but it must have cost you a lot of effort and I think that's sweet..." James held his breath. "...and a little bit excessive." They both chuckled lightly before turning quiet, staring at the other.

"So, it was not for nothing after all," James muttered softly, almost as if he were dazed as he stared into her eyes. I clutched at the cloak tightly, feeling cold all of a sudden.

Lily cocked her head to the side, strands of red hair gliding over her shoulder like ocean waves. "Yeah. It did not get me to say yes back then, but..."

"But?" James pressed, taking a step forward.

Lily took a deep breath as if she were preparing herself for something, "But...if I had known this side of you before, I might have agreed. To- you know." I stilled, my tight grip on the cloak loosening slightly. James' eyes widened and I could see the elation spread through his face even if he didn't smile.

"To going out with me?" he asked breathlessly. Lily hesitated before she nodded. For a minute, we all stood in silence as James stared at her, dumbfounded. Lily's eyes flickered around as if she were scared to get caught. "Anyway, it doesn't matter!" she stated, too loudly for the quiet atmosphere, "I mean, you are with Cec now and you guys are happy."

"Yeah...yeah we are," James said, still in stupor.

"Yeah, so..." Lily gestured forward, turning to start walking again.

"But what if we aren't?" James spoke up, causing her to halt in her footsteps. My heart stopped.

"What?" she asked, looking at him over her shoulder.

It was James' turn to take a deep breath as if he were preparing himself for something, "What if Cec and I weren't happy?"

Lily furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean? You guys look besotted with each other."

"Yeah, that's the thing," James said firmly, determination flooding his features. "We look like we are besotted with each other. It was an act." I swayed slightly as if I had been punched in the chest. "It was just an act." It was just an act. The words seemed to echo in the hallway, pounding relentlessly into my eardrums as I stood frozen, staring the bespectacled boy.

"It was an act?" Lily asked incredulously. James nodded. She turned towards him fully in disbelief. "You were acting like you were together?!" James nodded again. "Why?"

"I was trying to show you a more civil side of me," he said and my eyes widened. 'Be civil' I heard my own voice resonate through my mind. I tried to keep my breathing even as my chin trembled. "I wanted you to see what kind of guy I am since you wouldn't go out with me. I wanted you to see the real me. How I would be if we were together."

Lily stared at him. "I don't even know what to say...," she trailed off.

"Since you appreciated all the efforts I put into asking you out, you could appreciate this as well?" James asked hopefully and I was starting to feel sick. It was just an act. Something in me shattered. I turned away, trying to shield the little, constricting organ in my chest from his words.

"But wait, is Cec part of this? How is she managing to pretend this whole time?" she pondered and James' face fell. Noticing this, she narrowed her eyes at him. "Is she pretending, James? Does she know about your relationship being an act?"

James tensed up, biting his lip as he glanced away and it was all the answer that Lily needed. Her emerald green eyes widened. "James...," she breathed in disbelief, "How could you do this to her?"

"Listen, Cec won't take it too hard," James tried as Lily shook her head in disbelief, "She knows it's nothing serious. We've grown closer, yes, as friends."

"I don't think she sees it like that," Lily responded and I chose that moment to walk away. Because she was absolutely right.

Chapter Thirteen

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Her Eyes

· Tommy Shelby arranged marriage imagine · 

warnings : arranged marriage.  

(Heapings of fluff and a pinch of angst if you squint) 

Y/n never imagined her family would have the nerve to marry her off as part of a deal between the one Thomas Shelby and her father, who had insisted that he couldn’t properly trust the Shelbys  if they weren’t united as a family, but there she was, standing outside the church ready to meet the man she would spend the rest of her life with.  Her father was a powerful man with many important connections and despite Thomas’s desire to never marry again after grace, he found himself having to accept to the deal. When he fist saw her, scarcely some hours before their wedding, he was intrigued by her beauty and kind eyes, but he put on a  nonchalant facade as he introduced himself to the woman whom he would have to live till death do them part.

“Thomas Shelby” he outstretched his hand.

She stared at him for a bit  “y/n” was all she managed to say as his rough hand wrapped around her soft one with a firm shake. There was something about him, almost like dream she couldn’t quite place. He was a very alluring, almost hypnotic man and she felt oddly drawn to him just a few seconds after first laying eyes on him.

“Lets get this over with, shall we?” He monotonously said, breaking her out of her reverie before stepping into the church.

The first few months were really hard because Thomas refused to let her get close to him, both emotionally and physically, Grace’s memory  still freshly lingering around him. Y/n however was determined to turn their marriage into something more than just a business deal. She would play with Charlie, she would bring Tommy tea whenever he was at home, and she always tried to get him to smile which wasn’t easy, but after a lot of persistence, slowly but surely Tommy let her in. Truth was, despite the circumstances he was somehow glad he met her. Thomas never thought he would find a match to his wit but there she was. They could spend hours and hours just talking as time unsuspectedly passed by.   She was an unusual person to say the least, smart, kind, caring, prim and proper, sometimes ladylike, sometimes not,  and with very expressive eyes. That’s the first thing he noticed about her when he saw her for the very first time, the pool of mixed emotions in her eyes before their wedding, she didn’t look perfectly sad, but she didn’t look perfectly happy either. He found himself enthralled by her eyes and in the end they were what made him relent to her subtle yet kind acts of affection. She found herself quickly falling for him and he too did for her, although he would never admit it to anyone least of all, to himself. Their relationship grew to become something along the lines of a friendship and she always made sure to give him space not knowing quite sure if he reciprocated her feelings or not, he was a difficult man to decipher after all.

One night he came home to find her sitting in the grass out in the garden all by her lonesome just staring at the sky and his stars. As soon as she saw him she invited him to join her. He sat next to her under the quilt, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at the stars when she was sitting next to him. He had had an overly tense day and seeing her there, toying with the grass between her toes and a quilt over her shoulders, just  enamored by the night sky made all his worries disappear for a while. . Thomas had learnt a lot just by looking at her, she was brought up to be the perfect high society lady, but when she was alone or with him or Charlie she could really be her own carefree self, knowing they wouldn’t judge her and he felt glad he had become one of the few who could see her like that.  She felt his stare and turned round to look at him, she could feel her cheeks going red when their eyes met and in the heat of the moment, she leaned in to kiss him. A tiny pang of insecurity poked at her insides when he didn’t immediately kiss her back, thinking that she might  have had misread the look in his eyes, she pulled away, but he stopped her by placing both his hands on either side of her face and looking into her eyes where he could see a strange strain of vulnerability before kissing her. Hesitantly she kissed back and they became so entangled in each other that everything around them became non existent. He made love to her that night with the stars as witnesses and after that, their relationship flowered into something else.

Time passed and they grew closer and closer together. She earned the trust of the rest of the Shelbys and soon enough she felt like a part of the family, even more so than with her own family.

Every year Y/n´s family held an event to “ rejoice with friends and family” as they put it, but y/n knew it was more of a “I´m richer than you” parade to which all of her family’s friends and relatives were invited to.  Knowing that her mother would make a fuss if she didn’t attend, she and Tommy found themselves in y/n´s family home one Friday evening, dressed in the heights of fashion, drinking the most expensive champagne money could buy and sitting through her mothers inquiries about their married life. Y/n´s mother was relieved that y/n had married after all, her biggest fear was any of her daughters not living up to the standards according to which she brought them up to be.

“So, Y/n dear, are you with child yet?” Her mother asked in feigned sweet tone.

Y/n choked a bit on her champagne, not expecting her mom to blatantly ask that. Tommy turned to look at her and after taking a drag of his cigarette replied  with a serious face“Not yet Mrs. Y/l/n”

“Oh but you are planning to aren’t you?” Her mother insisted.

“Not at the moment mother” y/n chimed in a bit too harshly for both her and her mother’s liking. Tommy grabbed her hand underneath the table with his free hand to reassure her a bit, but it did little to put out y/n´s feelings of discomfort “and anyway, why does it matter to you? You already have plenty of grandchildren from my sisters” she said this time with a politer tone.

“All im saying dear is that you are not getting ny younger and I would certainly not blame Mr. Shelby here” her mother said pointing at Tommy “ if he were to decide the deal he made with your father isn’t worth enough to put up with a woman of your likes” she finished before taking a sip of her glass of champagne and looking over at the couple to asses their reactions.

Y/n opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn’t find the words she needed. Tommy took her silence as an opportunity to get his word in after another long drag of his cigarette “with all due respect Mrs. Y/l/n,  I think we are way past the business part of this marriage”

Her mother gave him a forced smile indicating that she didn’t believe a word of it before replying with “of course you are Mr. Shelby”

Tommy smiled at her mother in reciprocity before putting out his cigarette and turning to look at y/n “ Let’s dance, love”  he said.

They made their way to the dance floor and swayed to the music “Now I know why you weren’t exited to come” he said looking down at her, trying to lighten her up a little. She barely nodded, too consumed in her own thoughts, her mother’s words ringing In her ears. She would be lying if she were to say it hadn’t occurred to her before, that the distant nagging thought of Tommy only pretending to enjoy her company for the sake of not having another problem to deal with hadn’t kept her up some nights in the past.

“Let’s just go home” she mumbled into his chest.

And so they did and for the next few days Tommy could see that she was a bit distant, sure she always smiled and acted like everything was fine, but no matter how well she acted, Tommy could see right through it, all because of her eyes. She was a proud woman and he knew she would never admit her mother’s words had gotten to her.

One day she was working on some of the flowers she had planted across the property as Tommy approached her. He must have been very silent for when he called her name she gave a little jump.

“God you scared me” she said with a laugh, wiping a bit of sweat of her forehead “Are you in a habit of startling unsuspecting gardening women?” She teased.

“Only on you” he replied looking down at her.

She could see there was something in his mind, but she wasn’t quite sure what it was so she stood up shaking some of the dirt that had collected on her dress before loosely wrapping her arms around him so that she could still see his face and inquired “ What can i do for you dear husband?”

He raised his eyebrows and his mouth curved up ever so slightly. She smiled at him knowing she was the only one who could get him to smile and waited for his response.

“Marry me” he said in all seriousness.

She gave him a coy smile “ But we are already married” she said doubtfully, not knowing what had brought Tommy to request such thing.

“Aye, but i want you to be my wife knowing that I married you for you, because I love you , not as a part of a business deal” he earnestly said before producing a small golden ring with a tiny orange opal from his coat pocket and grabbing her hand (that was covered in dirt) in his “ So, Y/n will you marry me?”

She wasn’t sure what she was expecting but it wasn’t that, it was the fist time Tommy had verbally proclaimed his love for her.  Her eyes welled up in tears, a whirlwind of emotions raging inside in full display. Tommy brought one of his hands to her face to wipe away the one tear that did dare to fall. “Of course I´ll marry you Thomas Shelby” she said grabbing his hand in hers and looking at how he, with his other hand  effortlessly slipped the ring on her finger before chuckling tearily and crashing her lips on his. They had a small ceremony right there on the garden that same weekend, saying their vows in front of the Shelby family. Unlike their first weeding, everyone seemed happy and even though it wasn’t an “official” wedding, they both knew it was the one that mattered.