#I can very clearly remember a number of things thanks to the music from them

[veiledfox]

} There really is something to good music making things memorable

[choosingwhatmatters]

A minor or a major dream?

@unrealcosima foresaw my very wish and suggested I could talk about the music of that scene in episode 8. You know which one. Then it turned out that I don't know how to tumblr. Thank you for pointing that out! So, I am once again posting this. Ready? Steady? Go:

I'd like to talk about three things today: bar chimes, rhythm and keys (the musical kind, not the "please tell me I remembered to take them with me when I left" kind).

Bar chimes (also called fame chimes or mark tree) are the instruments of fairy dust and magic. Or, you know, dreams. Throughout the show, a lot of Wan's peaceful dreams are introduced by bar chimes. One example is the baby soap scene from episode 6, but there are many more. If there are no bar chimes, there's some sort of whooshing sound that transports Wan to Dreamland, as well as a visual effect. Usually, we can clearly distinguish whether Wan is dreaming or not.

In the beginning of the beach scene, there's no acoustic indication that we are in Dreamland. No whoosh. No bar chimes. Only the sound of the waves, kissing sounds and some fascinating music which I will talk about in a second. Then the scene shifts to their bedroom and the music fades for a few seconds. When it comes back it is introduced by - and I WISH I had noticed this on my first watch - bar chimes. They glitter, they becon us to the world of magic and then the music sets back in. If I had to take sides, I'd say we are in Dreamland now, although this mostly stems from my hope that Kim wouldn't gaslight Wan the next morning if the heavenly bed scene really had happened.

So much for the second part, but what about the beach scene itself? Music theory time: The scene starts of with a little melody that loops throughout the whole scene. The fancy term for this is ostinato. Our ostinato sounds something like this:

Now, we are in so called four-four-time, meaning we can count to four and through the stress of the first beat, it only feels natural to count to four again. Not in this piece of music, though. There's an unusal stress on the third beat. This leaves us somewhat disoriented. The beat is typically the one thing music that you can trust. It's the foundation. If there's something wrong with the foundation, the music becomes blurry. Our foundation isn't crumbly, per se. We can still count to four. But through the stress on the third beat, we don't know where to start counting. The foundation is askew.

To demonstrate this, I have put a beat under the piece. The deep thump is our beat number one, the three claps after that are the consecutive beats 2, 3 and four. I don't know if it's just me, but even with the beat, it would feel more intuitive for me to start the phrase at beat number three.

Why not go with my intuition then? Why not start counting at beat number three and be done with it? Because the music won't let me. After four repetitions of our ostinato, a melody sets in and it starts on beat number one. The same is true for the drum beat that starts when we move to the kissing rock (tm). The ostinato with the melody setting in sounds something like this:

Is it just my or does this sound eerie? Of course, in the show there are more instruments filling out empty spaces, making the whole thing sound more atmospheric and less creepy. Still, our perception of the rhythm wavers and leaves us off balance. Notably, the same is not true when they're back at the house. The ostinato is still there, but it fades into the background. The beat is steader, giving us a clear beat one from which we can count to four.

Off to my last point: keys. Usually, I'd be able to tell you "This piece of music is set in key x" because the notes of the melody and the harmonies would tell me. There's one note and its respective harmony that lingers in our ear. That we want to arrive at. Not in this piece of music, though. Don't get me wrong, the notes ARE leading us. But they're leading in two different directions: B minor and G major.

Y'all, I've tried to come up with a coherent explanation of how the music achieves this juxtaposition of B minor and G major, but my sleep deprived brain can't come up with anything that isn't brutally boring. Please trust me when I say this:

The beach scene mostly points at B minor, but the only deep note we ever get to hear is a deep g, which points at G major. When they're back at the house, it's the other way around. We hear the soft, happier sounds of G major, but every now and then, we can hear the note c sharp, which does not belong into the G major scale. This note belongs to somber, melancholic B minor, which is still hunting us through the ostinato in the far back of the whole piece.

To sum all of this up: The beach scene has an unstable, unsettling quality to it. At the house, bar chimes transport us to a softer, more stable version of the song. But what does that leave us with?

The creators of the show needed to do things differently because they didn't want us to know that Wan is, possibly, dreaming. Things aren't as clearly stated as they usually are. Still, the music is excellent and it DOES speak to us.

My interpretation of the whole thing is this: the kisses at the beach were real. The heavenly bed scene was not. Does that make sense to you? What do y'all think?

[thewatercolours]

PART ONE - Replaying King's Quest, Chapter Two (2015)

Opening logo screen as a symbol of what happens to Daventry over Graham’s reign? A new flowering and regrowth, even as he grows and blossoms personally?

For just a moment we can see Graham’s real reflection in the mirror, as the dragon vision fades and the purple ripples spread.

When he’s so breathless and panicked by what he just saw, but he hears the guards coming and just has to run and flail and get to the throne before they come in, so he can look like he’s got it together. I understand why you feel you have  to mask it, Graham – most of them have little confidence in you at this point and vulnerability is a real risk – but I’m pretty sureif you do this on a consistent basis it’s a contributing factor to why this first stint as king has been so distressing for you. His eyes are so huge as he turns aside from the mirror.

Graham does the big, grand, “Proceed” line in a deep voice twice in this game. Once in his twenties, where he’s doing it unironically to try to come off kingly – and it sounds so stupid. But Grandpa also does it in the framing device, to joking invite Gart to come in, and it’s just meant in good fun because he clearly realizes how ridiculous it is. That kid came along, over time.

Number One actually sounds quite excited about the new uniforms.

“Hilarious. Your key decisions are already shaping the kingdom for the better. Yay.” You know what would be hilarious? If this line was utterly accurate because your choice of footrub had consequences. I mean, there are three options. 😉

“And don’t forget your swords this time.” Man, I’d like to know what happened that time. Called out suddenly in the middle of the night, perhaps?

I love the thing where Graham’s getting inundated with decision quests and the time available to make a choice gets steadily shorter while the options get steadily wordier. Awesome way to give just a little touch of the overwhelm while keeping it lighthearted.

My favourite cloak is back! Love the wine red and lighter trim. I forgot it has quite so much sheen to it. It’s the chapter beginning. Of course I am going to spend some time just spinning him and making him move in fun ways (not so smooth with arrow keys, though!)

He’s all upright as he runs and really pumping his arms – I just remembered that shortly he’s not going to do that. Oh… (But also >:D)

Graham has a freckle on his left ear.

Making puns in that small, daunted little voice. Reflexes still kicking in.

The very quiet rendition of Achaka’s musical motif if you keep looking at his memorial.

We don’t get to walk through the palace courtyard, but it looks like an interesting place. Half-timbered buildings, a wagon with big wheels, a great big bench to sit on under a lantern. Doubtless where all the chattering people we could hear in Chapter One were busy. I think I used it as a location once in fic, but I didn’t explore it as much as might have been interesting.

“I guess I was born at the right time. I’m… just lucky.” And it cuts too ways, doesn’t it? He really believes that in this moment. That he didn’t get the crown because he proved himself and did good for the kingdom, but just by lucky chance. But at the same time, he doesn’t feel lucky at all. Not one bit.

No thank you for Olfie?

The town square is gorgeous in the rain. I am going to run around it forever admiring it. (And that is… the only reason I’m just going to keep running round it and not knocking on anyone’s door. Yup.)

[another-whump-sideblog]

Masterlist

The social worker has been looking at Ema very strangely, and she does not like it. He’s provided her with lots of helpful resources, but they’re not going to be useful at all if some creep will know where she’s living and getting food and clothes.

The only reason she’s still here is that it’s not necessarily the way a creep would look at her. Just… weird. Off. Ema is not the kind of person to ignore it when things seem off.

“Is there anything else I can help you wi-“

“Why have you been looking at me like that?”

He blinks. “Li-Like what?”

The way he moves, the cadence of his voice… it’s familiar, but Ema can’t figure out why. “Don’t play dumb.”

In all honesty, she can’t put into words exactly why, but she knows he’s behaving oddly. She’s not going to let him convince her it’s all in her head.

He sighs and slumps a little bit. “I- I was just trying to figure out if I should tell you we’ve, uh, met before? We were close friends in- in high school.”

Ema scowls. “I would remember that.”

“Well, I’ve…. changed. A lot.”

Ema mentally goes through some of her friends in high school. None of them looked anything like the man sitting in front of her.

Or… none of the guys looked anything like the man sitting in front of her.

“D-“

“I go by Tom now.”

Ah. That explains what was off. Now he just looks sort of nervous.

“Are social workers allowed to work with people they know?”

“Generally it should be avoided, but… it’s been a while. And I’ve changed, and-and you’ve changed. If we were to become close friends again it wouldn’t be ethical. Does it make you uncomfortable that I know you? I can refer you to someone else.”

Tom’s demeanor shifts as he begins to talk more like a social worker. He seems much more confident.

“It doesn’t make me uncomfortable. Do you… think it’s likely? That we could be close friends again?”

Tom smiles gently, rips a page out of a notepad on his desk, and starts writing something. “I’d like to reconnect if you would. I’m going to give you my number, my email, and the details for a few other social workers.”

He gives Ema the paper. His handwriting is hard to read, but Ema thinks she’ll be able to figure it out.

Ema…desperately needs a friend. She’s been alone since she escaped. She had friends before she was abducted, but none so close that they would still consider her a friend after years of radio silence.

Tom was a good friend, and while he’s clearly changed a lot, she thinks maybe he could be one again.

“Thank you. I… don’t have a phone, but I can email you using computers at the library. We can… catch up. Or set up a time and place to catch up.”

“That sounds great.”

—

Ema sits at a table near the center of the cafe. More escape routes if something goes wrong, more people to see and maybe stop something from going wrong. She got here early so that she could pick the table.

Tom walks into the cafe, smiling when he sees Ema and coming to talk to her. “Hey, do you still like cinnamon hot chocolate? I’ll order some for you.”

“Don’t.”

Tom’s smile wavers. “…Okay, I’ll just get something for myself, then. So they don’t kick us out.”

He leaves and comes back with a single glazed donut. He sits down across from Ema, but not before awkwardly fumbling with the chair, which resists being pulled out from the table.

“So… how have things been? You wanted to teach music, did you end up following that plan? I guess I already know the answer to that. I tried to keep in touch after high school, but things got pretty hectic.”

Ema taps her foot three times on the floor for good luck. “I was abducted soon after I started college. I only escaped my captor about a month ago.”

Tom studies Ema’s face. Looking for a sign tjst she’s joking, no doubt. “…Really?”

Tap, tap, tap. “Yes.” She could show the scars to prove it, but she’d rather not.

Ema can see in Tom’s eyes the moment it clicks and he realizes she’s being completely sincere.

“Holy shit. Holy shit.” He drops his voice to a whisper. “Are you safe? Is this guy still out there? Or girl or whatever.”

“He’s not going to hurt anyone ever again.” Probably not the best idea to confess to murder, even if she knows Tom.

“Holy shit. I mean, I knew something bad must’ve happened, you needed help getting shelter and food and stuff, but I didn’t expect… holy shit.”

Ema lets the silence hang in the air for a moment, then asks “What about you? How have you been, since we last saw each other?”

“Wh- Fine? I guess? I became a social worker, obviously. I transitioned. But like- are you okay? No, that’s a stupid question. I just… I don’t know what to do. What am I supposed to do? You don’t have to answer that, I just…”

“You don’t need to do anything.” Tap, tap, tap. “I’d like a friend, though.”

“Yeah, of course. Holy shit.”

Tom’s reaction makes Ema feel… weird. She wishes he would just act like things were normal, she doesn’t want to talk more about what happened right now. But also… it’s nice. Because yeah, it’s pretty fucked up. She knows that, but to have someone else validate it… it’s nice.

“Can we talk about something else? Please.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Um… I’ve been playing this cool video game, do you want to hear about it?”

“Yes.”

Tom spends a while telling Ema about his video game, and slowly, slowly, she begins to relax. There’s someone on her side. A friend. Things might be okay.

[tonedeafkunst]

assorted helluva boss sentiments

I knew it from the moment asmodeus appeared on screen. I felt it in my soul, I could see the heart eyes. I wonder how it ever felt to be a doubter because I was never one

2. While I do enjoy Fizzarozzie as much as the next guy I do hope the series continues to be about IMP instead of shifting focus every season? or at least concluding some type of arc for Millie and Moxxie? It feels weird that we haven't seen them in the last two episodes.

3. Speaking of weird things that don't fit. Musical numbers. 4 in one episode is way too much if they're going to be full-length musical numbers. Fizz's song should've been cut after the first verse -like the distraction one- and it should have been way less pop. Get fucking weird with the songs please I dare you. ALSO TOM CARDY. MORE TOM CARDY ALWAYS PLEASE THANK YOU

4. speaking of things that stop tempo to a halt and are way too based on the internet's love for the trope rather than the actual quality: Stolitz. not the ship in itself but the conflict it's going to endure in the next episodes. Please. for the love of god. "Oops" was without a doubt one of the best episodes in the series by virtue of the fact the characters TALK AND COMMUNICATE TO ONE ANOTHER. and as Oops shows, this doesn't mean having less conflict or interesting stuff happen! You can have Stolitz without getting this played-out fanfic Will-they-Won't-they bullshit and still make it interesting! I'd usually trust the writers cause Helluva Boss is one of the best-written series I've ever seen, flat out, but Stolas' backstory episode makes me weary. PLEASE have them communicate, Blitzo's problems aren't going to be carried away by it all because he's the protagonist and the story centers around HIM, having Stolitz be an arc of personal growth rather than the end point of said arc will make it MORE engaging

5. silly things interruptions. The Major Sin Design Debacle was obviously bad faith bullshit, and I enjoy every one of the Deadly Sins' designs, but I especially enjoy their theming. Lust isn't tied to any particular negative environment because this show, rightfully, doesn't want to depict lust as a sinful thing in the first place lmfao. Beelzebub as a party queen completely incapable of holding back is good, Sloth being depicted as hospital land is fun and I hope they expand the joke further, Wrath being a fiery and desolate land is appropriate. Greed is fun as a design and I find it very apt that a group of animators would depict the sin of avarice as being into entertainment and the merchandising of said entertainment and the people behind it. I do wonder why he's an insect? maybe there's some catholic lore behind it I don't remember but considering they (rightfully) are only kind of inspired by it as Beelzebub shows I would have preferred to see Mammon as a bit more parasite-like. Also, did I miss something. WHy is he Australian. he should definitely be British. though if you apply that logic I guess everyone should be British in hell

6. and last but not least... why oh why, if your show wants to focus on inter-character relationships (and it clearly does and it's the correct choice in every kind of storytelling) would you ever bring in class warfare and make the anticapitalist the asshole. Striker might want to kill our fave bird bottom but he's right. "ooooh but he works for Stella he's part of the system" hey the fact S2 stripped her of all her nuance doesn't excuse making Striker's cause into a joke as well. I just pray the writers KNOW what they're doing (and if Stolas' Harvest Moon Festival characterization is still canon, then they should be aware of what they're writing) and... I don't know if I'd prefer they ignore the entire theme by closing it off with a joke or at least give a satisfying ending of """compromise"""" to the entire system in hell. Considering how every romantic relationship between an imp and an overlord has been shown to either be incredibly positive or at least healing, and how the only negative relationships we're shown are -by nature of the show- character-focused and don't really touch on the systematic oppression of imps, I don't trust SpindleHorse will ever actually give space to the Imp Socialist Revoluton, which is a damn shame.

I'm going to go ahead and make the mistake of tagging this because I'd really like to find other fans to discuss with but please. for the love of god. If you read this until the end and aren't able to recognise this criticism is born out of LOVE for this show and a desire for it to become even better than it is. do us both a favour and ignore me.

Mediocre bad shows don't elicit this type of reflection and engagement and if they do for you I urge you to stop letting media make you more miserable

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Not sure how monster centric this is, but I had a thought about a human Peter V asking Lucian to bite him and turn him into a werewolf so they can both be immortal together.

Not sure how inspiring this is, lol. But it’s the only thought I’ve got.

I had to think this one over cause I originally had an idea and then I realized, wait, no, don't write that idea, that sounds too much like a fic you read and that's not a good think, John.

Anyway, have this idea instead.

This isn't for any of my au cause I honestly don't remember if any of them have a human Peter anymore. (Maybe the one where he's an alchemist??? Does anyone even remember that idea???)

On with the fic!

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Peter was over Lucian, pinning him to the bed, sitting on his stomach. "Lucian." He said quietly, the mood in the air shifting from something passionate to something else.

This makeout session was completely thrown out the window by Peter's thoughts, thoughts he had been having for ages now. Made worse when he caught his reflection in the mirror in his room. A reminder of what had been on his mind for months, a thought that kept evolving and changing, and then cementing itself.

It was only a matter of time that he finally told Lucian what it was, and apparently now was better than never.

Lucian frowned softly, hearing the tone in Peter's voice. "What's the matter?"

"I... look, let's just get back to kissin', alright?" Peter leaned down, but rough fingertips were gentle against his lips, preventing him from kissing his boyfriend.

"Peter, talk to me. Something is clearly bothering you that you would stop trying to get into my pants."

Peter made a noise that sounded like gravel and glass caught in a blender, then he sighed. "Lucian, how long have we been together?"

"I'd say five years now."

"Five fuckin' fantastic years." Peter smiled a little before he swallowed, looking at Lucian's chest, at the scars there from ages of war and conflict. "But... let's be honest, babe, I'm not gettin' any younger, or healthier."

Lucian's frown deepened. "Are we breaking up?"

"Fuck, no! No! God, no, never!" Peter panicked. "No, it's just... Lucian, I'm gonna get old."

"It happens to humans."

"Yeah. Humans. Not immortal beings as hot as you."

"T-thank you?"

Peter groaned and rubbed at his face. "Lucian, what... what I'm trying to get at is that... I'm gonna get old. I'm gonna probably get sick. I'm shocked I haven't destroyed my liver yet, or haven't finally died yet from the hunting or a stunt gone wrong."

He inhaled deeply and looked at a worried Lucian. "What I'm asking of you is... is there a chance that you could bite me?"

The quiet that fell over them was heavy and worrisome. Lucian put his hands on Peter's thighs, gently squeezing them. "Peter, that is a very large thing you're asking of me."

"I know."

"It's dangerous, not everyone bitten survives."

"I know."

"I can't... I can't risk that."

"I know, I know!" Peter hissed, looking into those beautiful hazel eyes. "But Lucian, I don't want to die and leave you alone. You've been alone for so long, and you've told me before that you don't think you could handle havin' your heart broken again."

He moved to put a hand over one of Lucian's. "And I... I really don't want to get old and die, or get sick and die, or any of that shit. Does it mean giving up my humanity to live with you for so much longer? Yeah, but that's okay. I'd rather be a lycan than a vampire any day, I'll accept immortality if it's done by you."

Lucian closed his eyes, sighing through his nose. "It's a heavy request."

"Yeah, I get that. Do you... want to take time to think it over?"

"If that's alright with you, my love?"

Peter nodded and Lucian took his hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss one of the rings that still remained on his fingers. "Thank you. Give me time, I will let you know soon."

"Yeah." Peter nodded. "Yeah, okay, take all the time you need, babe."

--

I bummed myself out, haha, which is made weird cause I'm listening to the musical numbers from the recent season of Only Murders in the Building so it's throwing my feelings into a tizzy.

[jeonsfrvr]

haze : jjk (yyooni)

Pairing: Jungkook x reader Rating: 18+, smut, swearing Warnings: smut, thigh grinding, choking, voyeurism (for 2 seconds), fingering, hair pulling, dirty talk (its been a Time, folks), slight degradation, gagging (??) Genre: pwp, fuck boy!jungkook, nerd/good girl! Reader, ah yes the most overdone trope of all and im not even mad, e2l if u squint and turn your head, party au?? Word Count: 2.8k Summary: So you’ve fucked the biggest fuck boy on campus. It’s a one and done. One night stand. A wham bam thank you ma’am. So why does it happen again? Alternatively, You hate Jeon Jungkook less than you thought you did. A/N: repost from my old blog bc,,,,,why not and also im dramatic like that. Bet u thought u saw the last of my shit!!!! Ur wrong!!!!! Im back on it!!!!!!!!!!!! Also am I saying im working on a second part even tho im on hiatus bc finals???? Whattt no……….,,,,..,..,,,(yes I am and it can be read as a standalone im not sorry)

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Red LED lights blink at you, then purple, then pink- it keeps changing, swirling, like techno color. You’re a little tipsy, and sway when you stand, but something’s telling you to let it go, throw all your inhibitions and caution out the window, to dance and slut drop until your knees give out. That something is probably the alcohol thrumming through your veins, taste still sweet and thick in your mouth, like sugary candy. You blink down at the empty solo cup in your hand, questioning. When had you even finished drinking it? Which drink were you even on? It’s with annoyance that you remember Yuna, shoving drinks into your hand non stop. God. For your first ever party, it kind of sucks.

You’re not even sure of what time it is, pulling your phone out of your skirt- a skirt way too short for you to even think of wearing outside the dimly light hallways of random Friday Night Frat Party Number 3, and you wouldn’t be wearing it if it wasn’t for Yuna. You could be doing a million other things- like finishing up an essay or reading up on your calc syllabus but here you are. Like a lot of other things happening in your life, it’s all Yuna’s fault.

Somehow, you end up back in the living room, your cup abandoned somewhere in the kitchen. The floor and walls are vibrating with the sound of the music, your entire body thrumming with it. People dance in throngs, crowds, barely any space between them, and you scowl, turning to go back into the kitchen and play candy crush for what seemed like the 100th time that night, only to bump into a very hard chest. You stumble backwards, a pair of arms coming forward to catch your shoulders, goosebumps spreading from the point of contact. You recognize the tattoos on his hands immediately and twist out of his grip, rubbing the place where his hand met your skin.

“Jeon,” you hissed, half in contempt and half in shock. His only reply is a smirk, eyes lidded, sparking dangerously under the lights. He looks every bit the fuck boy he is, dressed in ripped jeans, a loose shirt on top of it, and his signature denim jacket. “What are you doing here?”

It’s a stupid question to ask him. What kind of womanizer would he be, if he never went to parties? You were going to bump into him sooner rather than later.

“What, no hello, Princess?” He says, tone mocking, leaning against the wall, crossing his arms. You’re ashamed to admit that your eyes follow the curve of his biceps as they flex, shaking yourself mentally for the action. Jungkook clearly notices it, though, smirk only widening. You scowl deeper, eyes darting around to see if anyone’s watching you- but they all seemed to preoccupied by the hazy music and lewd mutual public grinding to really care.

“I thought we agreed not to interact if we saw each other?” It’s hard to be loud enough that he could hear you, while also preventing anyone else from listening in. You hope you manage. Jungkook seems like he got the message, and then promptly discards in it favor of reaching over to twist your hair in his hand, twirling a freshly curled strand between his fingers. Fingers that you clearly remember having inside of you not two days ago. You gulp, and swat it away, hoping he doesn’t notice the rising flush on your cheeks.

“We didn’t agree,” he says, shrugging, “you demanded and I ignored it.” He stands up again, stepping into your space, caging you into the wall, but still far enough away that you could push him off if you wanted. There was something so strange about Jeon Jungkook. He was always so careful, never forced anybody into anything. For all his “reputation”, he had never been anything but respectful to you. It infuriates and turns you on to no end. You just couldn’t dislike him.

So you do what anyone else would do. Throw all inhibitions out the window, and push him down on a couch, lowering yourself onto his lap, hands burying themselves into the silky black locks at the nape of his neck. You tug on it, experimentally, smug when his eyes narrow onto you. His hands settle onto your waist, gripping tightly.

“God I want you so bad,” is all he offers, before winding a hand through your hair, pushing your head down to meet his, lips on yours. He tastes like the spiked punch that was being handed out earlier, sweet like strawberries, and a little bitter with alcohol. You try not to shiver at the way his hand tugs at your hair, tilting your head, so that he can lick into your mouth easier. His kisses leave you breathless, tugging your lip every time he pulls back even slightly, biting at the swollen skin, until you’re a whimpering mess, the pressure in your tummy increasing ten fold. You start when his hand releases your hair to squeeze your neck, which makes you jerk on his thigh, moaning out loud when your clit rubs against the rough denim of his pants, through the thin fabric of your panties. Gasping, you break away from the kiss, strings of spit following.

“Oh? You liked that? Grinding down on my thigh, in front of all these people, letting them watch while you get off on me?” He whispers it into your ear, breath hot against your neck, presses kisses to the soft skin under your ear as you hiccup. It’s filthy, the way his hand grabs your hips, guiding you back and forth on his thigh. Filthy, the way he leans his head back and moans, the column of his neck glinting with sweat. You whimper when his hand squeezes your neck again, your own scrambling for purchase in his shirt, twisting the shirt in your palms.

“P-please.” You gasp. The sound of your voice, already so fucked out from a little grinding, or the growing wet patch on his jeans must set him off, making him pull you off his thigh and stand up, leading you to some unknown place. You stumble after him, you hand still in his grasp, still panting, knees weak, until he pushes you into the bathroom. The lights in the bathroom have also been switched out for a dark red LED, casting shadows across Jungkook’s face- and yours, you realize.

It seems to be exactly what he wants, pushing you to the counter until you’re facing the mirror, hands on the edges of the counter, gripping the sink so your knuckles turn white. His eyes are dark when the find yours in the mirror, pulling your hips back to meet flush with his front, the growing bulge in his pants brushing so closely to where you need him most- yet so very far. You watch him through the mirror, his lips swollen, but his smirk still in place, a smudge of lipgloss on them from when you kissed, watch as he pulls your hips back to meet his, grinding his cock on you through the fabric of your skirt, biting his lip.

You groan when his cock rubs against your clit again, still sensitive from the orgasm that had been so rudely snatched away from you not five minutes ago. The sharp zap of heat sent straight to you core makes you arch your back, pushing yourself down onto his cock again, breathless. A sharp knock on the door makes you jolt, making you stand, only to get pushed back down on the counter by Jungkook, his hand squeezing your neck. You send him a frantic look in the mirror, only to have your eyes roll back when he grinds on you again, mouth open in a silent groan. The knocks come back, deeper this time, almost banging.

“Hey what the fuck?” The voice outside is muffled, annoyed. “Let me in- I’m about to piss my pants out here.” Their pleads fall on deaf ears. You’re far too gone to care anymore, hands having given out under you long ago, your elbows shaking with exertion and pleasure. Jungkook looks far too pleased, licking his lips as he flips your skirt up, pushing your striped panties down, the crotch damp with slick. You keen at the sensation of his knuckles, just grazing past your wet folds, barely touching.

“Gonna have to be quiet for me, baby,” he says, twirling your panties in his hand, “don’t want everyone hearing you be a filthy slut for me, do we?” With that he balls up your panties, stuffing them in your mouth, as you grunt around the wet fabric, too turned on to care. Skirt still flipped up, your pussy exposed, glistening with slick, evidence of your arousal dripping down the backs of your thighs. You watch as Jungkook crouches down, ignoring your folds for the meat of your thighs, licking and nipping at the soft skin there, hard enough to leave bruises. He admires his handiwork, red splotches spattered across the otherwise unmarred skin- a sign he’d been there for all to see, and for you to remember him by.

He licks up the trails of slick, moaning at the deep musky taste of your arousal, until he ends up at your core, still gushing. You’re not holding up too well, knees shaking, ready to give up, holding onto the edge of the counter for dear life as Jungkook licks a fat stripe up your folds, inhaling the sweet scent of you. He wants to drown in it.

“Taste so fucking good baby,” he says in reply to your gentle pleads and whines of his name, stuttering far too much to manage saying anything else. Your mind feels like its been stuffed with cotton wool, white noise buzzing in your ear, past the muffled sounds of music from outside the room. You moan when his finger presses down on your clit, rubbing, tongue prodding at your entrance, fucking into you. It’s just too much and not enough. He switches a moment later, plush lips enclosing around your clit, finger replacing his tongue, sinking into you without any resistance from the pretty pink of your pussy lips.

You throw your head back at the feeling, groaning around the fabric of your panties. It earns you a stinging slap across the ass from Jungkook, eyes dark as they meet yours. “I said be quiet.” You whimper an apology, a strange pressure behind your eyes. He pumps his finger into your pussy a few more times, easing a second one in beside the first. Your organs barrels towards you, almost pushed over the edge when he curls his fingers inside you just right, scissoring them before pulling them out. You cry out at your lost orgasm, deprived for the second time that night. Jungkook only chuckles, licking his fingers clean, his gaze boring into you.

“Don’t worry baby,” his voice is rough as he unzips his pants, not even taking it off all the way, pulling a foil packet out of his pants, “I’ll give you what you want.” You can see his cock through the mirror as he pulls it out, pumping the shaft. It’s an angry red color, thick and girthy, veins prominent on the length, veins that you also remember tracing with your tongue. You hope he doesn’t notice the brighter red flush on your cheeks, and turn away while he rolls the condom onto his cock.

Gently, he pulls you back, sinking his shaft into you, the slide slow and wet. You breath heavily at the sting of it, the panties in your mouth not helping you any. You can tell by the clench of his jaw, that he’s really holding back, even with tears blurring your vision. He coos when he sees your face, cruel and saccharine sweet at the same time.

“Crying already? I didn’t know I was fucking a crybaby.” He sneers, fisting your hair, and using it to pull you back and up, cock sliding through your folds, sinking into the hilt. You can’t even form any coherent thoughts, shaking your head, with something that sounds like a muffled ‘no’. It’s futile though, because hot tears spill over your eyelashes anyway, and the sight makes Jungkook groan, burying his face into your neck, your shirt just barely hanging on by the shoulder, sucking at the sensitive skin. His hands push up under your shirt, cupping the swell of your breasts in his hands, massaging the skin through your bra.

You gasp when his hands slide under your bra, pinching your nipples between his fingers, reveling in the way your fact twists in pleasure, mouth still stuffed full. It’s only when your moaning gets insistent, bordering on whines that he pushes you down again, his hand finding its home around your neck, that he fucks into you. The pace is hard and fast from the start, and you can’t stop the tears dripping down your face, taking shuddering breaths from your nose as his cock pounds you into the counter. You can’t help the gasps and whines that leave you then, not the whimpers, not the way your hips shift back to meet his every thrust. It’s like you’ve thrown all your shame out the window, the slick slapping of his cock meeting your pussy filling the room, along with his grunts and ragged breathing, your whines ricocheting around the small space. It’s a wonder no one’s heard you yet.

Sobbing when he squeezes the sides of your neck again, tighter, you muffle a groan. “God, this pussy was, ha, fucking made for me, wasn’t it? All tight and, ngh, wet for me?” He says, voice throughly wrecked and ruined. Sweat drips down his temple, and through your haze you follow its path in the mirror. You just about scream when he reaches around under your, fingers rubbing around your clit- the little extra push that sends you over the edges, tipping with an incoherent sob, holding onto whatever you can for dear life. Jungkook isn’t far behind you, thrusts becoming wild as he chases his pleasure, grunting and gasping. He finishes with a deep moan of your name, slumping over your figure, thoroughly fucked out.

The only sounds you can hear are of your heavy breathing, another top 100s song running through the speakers outside. A moment later, Jungkook slips out of you, rubbing your back as you wince in over stimulation. He reaches for some tissues, ripping them out to clean you up, and pulling his own condom off, throwing them into the trash can. Gently, he pulls your panties out of your mouth. You make to stand up, stumbling and using the wall for support. You throw him a glare when he snickers, face smug.

You only roll your eyes, reaching for your panties. You don’t trust your voice to be stable enough to talk yet- parched and raw from all the noise you made. Jungkook pulls them out of your reach, tucking them into his jeans pocket. You hate how your heart flutters at the cheeky grin he throws your way.

“I’m keeping these, baby. Call it a calling card.” He winks, patting the pocket your panties are in, before opening the door, disappearing into the thrumming crowd. Fucking Jeon Jungkook, you think as your pussy clenches around nothing, sensitive from the cold air brushing against it- exposed to the elements. You hate that you don’t hate him. But there’s no time to think, not when Yuna crowds into the bathroom, a drunken mess that you need to take back and put to bed. As you leave, you think you can see Jungkook, smirking from above his cup, but turn away far too quickly to tell. Fucking Jeon Jungkook, indeed.

[grandsonoflightike]

Grey Three Houses/Hopes P4: A Grand Day for the Shadow Opera Company

Music Announcement: Inferno Speed Up By CPX and HUF

Shadow Militia: We love you, Shadow Manuela!

Shadow Militia: Ahh! Did you see that? Shadow Dorothea looked right at me!

*crowd cheers*

Shadow Dorothea: Well, that crowd was amazing. I thought they were going to faint on the spot the moment you appeared. Pretty impressive reaction considering how long it's been since you quit the stage.

Shadow Manuela: Don't sell yourself short, Shadow Dorothea—those people were cheering full-throat for you as well. That's also a fine reaction considering you left the songstress life behind nearly two years ago. But time passes quickly—and let me tell you, it has certainly done a number on me!

Shadow Dorothea: Oh, stop it. Time hasn't diminished your beauty, nor your voice.

Shadow Manuela: Well, you're very sweet to say so. But we both know I'm getting by with smoke, mirrors, and the skin of my teeth. I'm no longer fit to command the stage. At best, I can serve as a bodyguard to our successors in the Mittelfrank Opera Company as they look to entertain our troops.

Shadpw Dorothea: Yes, well, all kidding aside, we both know it was the current songstress, Shadow Adrienne, who received the loudest cheers from the crowd.

Shadow Shez: ...

Shadow Manuela: Feel free to join in the conversation anytime.

Shadow Shez: Yeah, all this is a bit outta my wheelhouse. Makes me wonder what I'm even doing here, actually. We've already been over this, Shadow Dorothea. You and I both know this kinda thing isn't my cup of tea.

Shadow Dorothea: Actually, your unfamiliarity is the reason we chose you to accompany us. If we brought along a bunch of star-struck fans to serve as escorts, it would end in disaster.

Shadow Manuela: Sadly, we've learned from experience that people will use any excuse to get close to our singers. Sometimes they even convince themselves that we've reciprocated their feelings when we've clearly done nothing of the sort. Alas, we've all had to get quite good at close-quarter combat as a result.

Shadow Dorothea: The opera company was where I learned my dagger skills—though I admit it's hardly the most appropriate weapon for a battlefield.

Shadow Shez: Sounds intense.

Shadow Manuela: Indeed. Behind the glitz and glamor of the stage swirl all manner of dark desires.

Shadow Dorothea: But when it works, everyone comes together to beat back the darkness and create something magical. Like most everything else, you just have to take the good with the bad.

Shadow Manuela: Heh. This kind of talk really takes me back.

*An Shadow Imperial soldier greets Shadow Dorothea and Shadow Manuela.*

Shadow Imperial Soldier: Forgive our intrusion, my Shadow lady, but we're ready to begin moving again. We should reach the next town in a little over... Hmm? What's all that racket?

Shadow Shez: Sounds like we're up.

Shadow Dorothea: Don't let them harm any members of the company!

*At the start of battle*

Shadow Manuela: We must protect the opera company! Make this a performance to remember!

Shadow Dorothea: Are these Shadow kidnappers? Shadow Thieves? Well, I guess it doesn't matter--we'll send them packing no matter who they are!

*When Shadow Adrienne reaches the Grey Plains Road*

Grey Thief: Oh, these people look fancy--and fancy folk always got valuables on 'em! Now drop what you got!

*After defeating the first set of ambushers*

Shadow Adrienne: Thank you! I can keep going now.

*When Shadow Adrienne reaches the Grey Village Ruins Path*

Shadow Manuela Fanatic: Hey...ain't that Shadow Manuela? The one they call the Shadow Divine Songstress?!

Shadow Manuela: Oh, look. They know me. And what's more, they clearly love me!

*When Shadow Manuela defeats the Shadow Manuela Fanatic*

Shadow Manuela: Do you truly intend to keep up this boorish behavior in front of the Manuela Casagranda?

Shadow Manuela Fanatic: Course not, ma'am! I'll follow ya to the ends of the earth, promise!

Shadow Dorothea: *to Shadow Manuela* You really can charm anyone.

*Another thief appears on the Grey Fields Path*

Shadow Dorothea Fan: Is that...Shadow Dorothea? No way! I love her!

*When Shadow Dorothea defeats the Shadow Dorothea Fan*

Shadow Dorothea Fan: sorry for attacking ya! Let me make it up to ya, please! Ya just gotta!

*A third thief appears near the Grey Farming Village Hut*

Shadow Manuela Fan: An encounter with the songstress Shadow Manuela? Well, this ain't no time for thievin'!

*When Shadow Manuela defeats the Shadow Manuela Fan*

Shadow Manuela Fan: Oh, my dear Manuela! To celebrate our newfound, uh...acquaintanceship, please lemme aid ya in battle!

*When Shadow Adrienne reaches the Grey Riverside Village Path*

Shadow Dorothea Devotee: Hang on... Is that Shadow Dorothea? Eep! She was always my favorite songstress!

Shadow Dorothea: They know me, do they? Perhaps I can talk some sense into them...

*When Shadow Dorothea defeats the Shadow Dorothea Devotee*

Shadow Dorothea: Oh...hello there! I take it you are familiar with the Shadow Mittelfrank Opera Company, yes? If so, might you be so good as to let us pass?

Shadow Dorothea Devotee: Shadow D-D-Dorothea! Course you can pass! I'd do anything for you!

Shadow Manuela: *to Shadow Dorothea* It seems your charms have turned even these hardened bandits to jelly.

*When Shadow Adrienne reaches the Grey Outskirts Path*

Grey Thief: Sorry, but ya ain't gettin' through here!

*After defeating the second set of ambushers*

Shadow Dorothea: The next town is so close... One more push, everyone! We must make it through!

*When Shadow Adrienne reaches the Village Ruins Stronghold*

Shadow Manuela: We should be safe now. Singers, go on ahead!

Grey Thief: They're gettin' away! Oh, you screwed this up for us good!

Shadow Shez: Still more of 'em, huh? Guess wiping them out's our only choice.

Shadow Manuela: How long can this go on...and how many of these boors are there, anyway?

Shadow Hanneman: Have no fear, my dear Shadow Manuela! I have come to rescue you!

Shadiw Manuela: Shadow Hanneman! You came for me! Oh dear... Am I actually into this?

Shadow Manuela Devotee at the Devastated Farmland: Sweet surprise! It's Shadow Manuela and Shadow Dorothea in the flesh! Somebody sock me, 'cause I gotta be dreamin'!

Shadow Dorothea Fanatic at the Boundless Fields: You're so beautiful, Shadow Dorothea...

Shadow Manuela Devotee: Eep...it's Shadow Manuela!

*When Shadow Dorothea defeats the Shadow Dorothea Fanatic*

Shadow Dorothea Fanatic: I was a huge fan when I used to live in the capital. Please, lemme come with ya!

Shadow Dorothea: This reminds me of the battle scenes from our operas. You were always a natural at stage combat, Shadow Manuela!

Shadow Manuela: And you were no slouch either, Shadow Dorothea! Your swashbuckling lip up the proscenium!

*When Shadow Manuela defeats the Shadow Manuela Devotee*

Shadow Manuela Devotee: Oh, Shadow Manuela! I'll follow ya anywhere!

Shadow Manuela: I've often wondered if others like you never learn of their talents and fall instead into the bandit life.

Shadow Dorothea: Yes, I suppose it's lucky I turned out this way instead of a common thief lurking by the side of some dusty highway.

*At the end of battle*

Shadow Manuela: I wasn't actually fishing, but I still like what we caught!. It's good to know the people still really love us!

Shadow Dorothea: Especially bandits, apparently. Not quite sure how to feel about that. Phew. I hope everyone from the opera company made it safely to town. We had bandits popping out from every which way, didn't we, Shadow Manuela?

Shadow Manuela: Indeed, but those rogues were no match for our combined charms.

Shadow Shez: I assume by "charms," you mean the pure beatdown you put on them. That'll hopefully make 'em think twice before they mess with us again.

Shadow Dorothea: Still, why were there so many bandits camped this close to a town? Is it because of the war?

Shadow Hanneman: In a sense.

Shadow Shez: Care to explain that?

Shadow Hanneman: Of course. You see, towns within the Shadow Empire have begun tightening their security for fear of the enemy. And in regions near the front line—such as this one here—there are naturally more soldiers about. That leaves the bandits with no place to go.

Shadow Shez: Sounds like they should just abandon the brigand's life and become mercenaries instead.

Shadow Hanneman: Easier said than done. Take the bandits we just fought. It's not as if they have a chain of command or central organization. They are clearly a group that came together out of common interest and survival, not any manner of grand military ambition.

Shadow Shez: Guess that explains why they fought the way they did. All swagger and no plan.

Shadow Hanneman: In any case, I came the moment I heard about bandit activity in the area. I hypothesized the shadow opera company might be targeted, and so rushed to your aid.

Shadow Manuela: Well done, Shadow Hanneman. That's a more clever course of action than I expected from you.

Shadow Hanneman: You could have ended that before the second part.

Shadow Manuela: Oh, don't be upset. In fact, you should be pleased I feel comfortable enough with you to speak my mind!

Shadow Shez: It's nice how you two can be so honest with each other.

Shadow Hanneman: Do you think so? Well, that's certainly a more pleasant way to view things.

Shadow Manuela: That's exactly how I try to look at it—at least until a certain someone comes along and screws it up.

Shadow Dorothea: All right, knock it off, you two! If you insist on indulging in these sparring sessions, at least have the courtesy to let the rest of us leave the area first. Come on, let's go.

Shadow Shez: Yeah, let's leave 'em to it.

Shadow Hanneman: No, wait! I apologize! Just please don't leave me alone with this woman!

Shadow Manuela: I'm also sorry. Let's just forget this ever happened and head back as one big happy family, all right?

*In The Heavens*

Light Lucina: To Think they belong together.

Light Male Robin: It is strange.

[storiesofsvu]

9, 15, 16, 50, 55, 75, & 81 for the vaguely nsfw asks (and to distract you from your fucking life).

thanks boo!

9. describe your perfect mate

hmm.... i mean the superficial answer? milf. LOL

more realistic: someone who's chill, someone i can just vibe with and exist with. someone who has goals/motivation/aspiration for life. someone who shares interests and isn't gonna complain with the same shows or music being on repeat lol. also someone who doesn't want children, cause that's a deal breaker, it's a no for me lol.

15. do you have any piercings?

just the earlobes currently lol. the second hole in my ears grew over cause i had to keep taking them out for cheer. i took the nose ring out for disney (but im very much considering getting it redone) and i can't remember when i took the belly button out, but it was migrating anyways

16. do you have any tattoos?

nope. had one. got it removed. have 2 that i'm considering getting though

50. if your first true love knocked on the door with apology and presents, would you accept?

welp, imma go with the first ex considering ive never been in love, and the answer is no.

55. share a relationship story.

i'm seriously blanking because all i can think of is a handful of really cringe things that lead to break ups and me realizing i deserved better LOL

75. what's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for you?

this one isn't a relationship, but last christmas i got a text from a number i didn't know saying to check my door because "santa" had just left a package. I found a gift basket with a fluffy blanket, chocolates, multiple lush products, face sheet masks, and a plethora of other things, it clearly cost a lot of money. all i know is that it was someone from work, on the aussies side who's female. lol. i think ive narrowed it down, but the mystery person wants to remain a mystery so...

81. who are five people you find attractive?

oh boy... i think these are pretty obvious...

Elizabeth Marvel, Paget Brewster, Jeanne Tripplehorn, Diane Neal, Hannah Waddingham

[ptergwen]

no sleep

pairing: singer!reader x tom holland || w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing and many many many suggestive jokes

summary: you’re on jimmy kimmel to talk about your music, but he has other plans

a/n: y’all i’ve literally always wanted to write singer!reader and this idea just came to me and i had to get it out because it’s so cute :,) i really hope ya like it

-

jimmy kimmel invited you onto his show to promote a single from your upcoming album. you stepped out of the spotlight for a while, so this is your first official appearance of the year.

“my first guest tonight...” there’s a cheer from the audience. you grin to yourself, waiting for jimmy to finish announcing you.

“you wanna say it for me?” he chuckles and stands your picture up on his desk. “my first guest tonight surprised fans this morning with her new single ‘no sleep.’ it’s currently number one in over seventy countries.” jimmy holds for applause, which you get a ton of. you cover your hot face with your hands.

“she’s here to talk to us about the song and her short hiatus. please welcome y/n y/l/n!”

the music plays while you walk onstage, followed by more cheers and clapping. you’re beaming as you wave to everyone. you give jimmy a quick hug and exchange hello’s over the noise.

you’ve been in the industry for a few years, but you’ll never get used to responses like this. all the love really warms your heart.

“thank you!” you giggle out, taking your seat on the couch. the audience yells some more when the music dies out. “thank you so much! oh my god,” you make a face at jimmy, who laughs and gestures to everyone. “they clearly hated the song,” he jokes to you. “i was gonna say,” you agree, smoothing your dress down.

you look out at the crowd with a pout. “no, seriously. you guys are so cute.” jimmy copies your pout, earning a playful eye roll from you.

you’ve been on the show a couple of times before, so you two are friendly. tom has also brought you to chill backstage with him when he was a guest. you would’ve brought him this time if he wasn’t away for filming.

“so, you took most of the year off from making music,” jimmy starts the actual conversation. “mhm, i did,” you hum and cross one of your legs over the other. “how was that? was it weird not being in the studio?” you scrunch your face up, then he adds another question. “what did you actually do with yourself?”

“i mean, music is obviously a big part of who i am. making it, loving it, all that stuff.” a small smile crosses your face. “so, yeah. it sort of felt like something was missing at first.” jimmy nods along, you shrugging one of your shoulders.

“at the same time, i really needed to take a minute and just breathe. come back with my shit more together. i think i have,” you let out a reflective sigh. “it didn’t have anything to do with your boyfriend? a mr. tom holland?” jimmy teases, you waving a hand at him. “no, don’t give him all the credit.”

your break genuinely was for yourself. no one needs to know that tom was also off, or that he spent all his free time with you. that was just a plus.

“are you sure? because, it seemed like you two were getting really cozy.” a picture from your instagram pops up on the screen. it’s of tom under a blanket. he’s reaching out for you with a lazy smile. you lean over on the couch so you’re off camera, another giggle escaping you.

jimmy flips to another picture. “that was exhibit A. here’s exhibit B.” the whole audience coos, jimmy raising his eyebrows at you. this one is a mirror selfie from tom’s instagram. your arms are slung around his neck from behind, and half your face is hidden. tom is doing his signature eye crinkling smile into the camera.

“aren’t they just adorable?” jimmy asks the audience, making them erupt in more cheers. you sit up again and clear your throat. seeing those is bittersweet for you. “he’s very cuddly. anyway, back to the music!” you do a small clap. little do you know, there’s much more to come.

“yes, yes. back to the music. talk to me about ‘no sleep.’” the song is one hundred percent about tom. you’re not sure you should say that, considering the... explicit content in it. you and tom did get very cozy over your break, as jimmy would say. it was the only time you weren’t relaxing.

“well,” you plaster on an overly happy smile. that earns more laughter from jimmy. “it’s about what you do in bed when you’re, um, not sleeping,” you explain. “and who do you do those things in bed with?” jimmy glances up at the screen again. “you’re choosing violence today, jimmy,” you say under your breath.

there’s a chuckle from backstage that sounds eerily similar to tom’s. it must have been a PA. all this talk about him is seriously fucking with your head.

“well, everyone in my life inspires my work in some way. they’re such angels,” you dodge the question, thinking you’re clever about it. jimmy won’t let you get off that easy. “friends? family?” he asks you. “yeah, everyone,” you exhale in relief. jimmy widens his eyes at you. “so, that means ‘no sleep’ is about your mom?”

your mouth falls open. he’s really going to make you spill the details of your sex life.

“what the fuck, no!” you squeal, looking out into the audience for help. they join in your laughter. “it’s about tom,” you finally confirm so jimmy doesn’t suggest anything else. “it’s about tom, my god. next topic.” you’re smiling despite yourself.

“why? don’t you wanna tell us more about your lover?” jimmy glances off to the side. what is going on back there? you sit up straighter in your spot. “no, this is my interview!” you’re half joking, half serious.

although you and tom aren’t private at all, you’ve never talked about him this much. it’s overwhelming. besides that, this is making you miss him a lot.

“that’s too bad. we thought... we thought you might like to share it,” jimmy is already grinning about whatever he has planned. this isn’t supposed to be part of your segment. “huh? i’m literally so lost.” you furrow your eyebrows at him, lowering your voice. “we didn’t talk about this.”

he pats the arm of your couch. “they say there’s no time like the present. ladies and gentlemen, tom holland!”

on cue, tom runs out from backstage. the audience practically roars with how loud they are. people even jump out of their seats. you clasp a hand over your mouth in pure shock. this feels like a prank, like jimmy is about to say sike. then, tom comes up to the couch. you almost fall over, jimmy proudly watching on.

tom grins so wide it takes up his whole face. “happy release day,” he murmurs as you get to your feet. you’re not able to speak just yet, only staring up at him with glossy eyes. he brings you into a tight hug. his hands rub up and down your back, your arms snaking around his middle.

“tommy,” you try to whisper the nickname. you forgot your microphone is on. everyone “aw’s” at you both, including jimmy. “my love,” tom’s lips brush your cheek briefly. “hi, baby,” he speaks into your ear. you hide your face in his button up while he rocks you side to side.

he’s been away for a couple of months working on the third spider-man. this is the first time you’ve seen him since he left.

“shouldn’t you be in atlanta?” you ask louder this time for the audience to hear. you’re still doing an interview. “today’s a big day. i had to see you,” tom gives you one last squeeze. “in person,” he adds, before you can say you already facetimed.

the fact that him and jimmy put this whole thing together is making you emotional. you’d be fully crying if you two were alone right now.

“she doesn’t want you here, though. remember?” jimmy chimes in, tom breathing out a laugh. he sadly lets go of you. you flop back onto the couch, tom pointing behind him with his thumb. “i’ll just be on my way. five hour flight, no big deal.” “no, no, no, no. stay,” you whine and make grabby hands at him.

that’s all it takes for tom to slip into the spot next to you. he bites back a smile, putting an arm around you and the couch. you don’t want to annoy everyone with too much pda, so you subtly curl into his side. the people actually love you and tom together. jimmy claps his hands.

“we’ll be right back with y/n y/l/n and tom holland!” he says into the camera, the band playing more filler music. he steps out from behind the desk to greet tom. tom stands up, the two of them giving each other pats on the back. the camera stops rolling.

“hey, man. thanks for doing this,” tom puts a hand on jimmy’s arm. “anything for the happy couple. i’m gonna get some water, see you in five.” jimmy shoots you another smile on his way to his dressing room. you return it. that leaves you and tom to yourselves.

“baby,” you say in a sing song voice, dropping your head onto tom’s shoulder. “i’m so happy you’re here. i real life almost peed when you came out.” tom snakes his arm around your waist. “that would be upsetting,” he mumbles, his index finger drawing circles on you. “it would’ve ruined your very pretty dress.”

“you like it?” you knowingly tug at the form fitting material. tom shifts in his spot. “i’ll tell you what,” he leans in closer to you with a smirk, his breath tickling your ear. “we’re getting no sleep tonight,” he sings from the chorus of your song. you burst into a giggle and squeeze your eyes shut.

he ends up being right.

[dameronology]

you have my number {bucky barnes x reader}

summary: bucky barnes' memory is a little selective, thanks to all the brainwashing - but one thing he'll never forget is his love for you, even if you're a complete & utter pain in the ass. his ass. (based on deja vu by olivia rodigro)

^even tho this fic refers to bucky as having a new gf, the reader is still g.n :)

this is spoiler free! enjoyyy

- jazz xx

Your relationship with Bucky Barnes had been nothing short of a train wreck.

And frankly, that was putting it nicely.

It had been a short & passionate affair; intense and sweet and filled with so much emotion in such high concentrations that you'd both almost drowned in it. For every euphoric moment, there had been one so low that you'd scraped your knees on the ground. Climbing a ladder to heaven whilst simultaneously digging your own graves had taken its toll on you both, and eventually, you had no choice but to go your separate ways. It had been for your own sanity, really.

So there he was, tucked away in a neat little box in your brain, labelled don't touch, ever. Even when you were completely wasted, surrounded by your friends and their respective lovers, you never dared to venture back down that particular memory lane. Forgetting all the bad parts and selectively remembering the good parts was easy enough to do, but you had the common sense to remember why you'd broken up in the first place. Because Bucky Barnes, despite being easy on the eyes and having a charming sense of humour, was a pain in your fucking ass. He managed to press every one of your buttons without even trying and his ability to bring out the best in you was completely and entirely wiped out by his tendency to bring out the worst. That wasn't even getting started on his emotional hold-ups; a can of worms neither of you had dared to open until it became the very reason for your demise.

Six months had passed, and you'd managed to expertly avoid him. You worked different missions and Sam Wilson, god bless his sweet soul, went the extra mile to ensure your paths never crossed in a professional sense. On a personal level, however? That was a little more difficult. New York City felt a lot smaller after your break up. You found yourself occasionally ducking under your hood when you saw him on the F-train, or rushing to cross the road when you saw him coming towards you on the street.

That was when you had the whole city to lose yourself in; streets and shops and little food carts to distract yourself with should you need to. Being confined to the same room for a work party was a different story entirely, and one you didn't want to read. Yet, thanks to some insistence from your boss and a little grovelling from your colleagues, you found yourself rocking up to the former Avengers tower on a Friday night.

"So you do exist outside of your work uniform?" Sam Wilson greeted you with a quirked eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah - nice to see you too, Wilson."

Despite your initial attempts to elbow him in the rips, he wrestled you off of him and pulled you into a tight hug. Sam was one of your favourite colleagues and oldest friends - he'd witnessed the rise and fall of your relationship with Bucky, and been there for you both during the break-up. That had been an exhausting few days, running between your respective apartments in an attempt to offer emotional support to you both.

"D'you want some champagne?" He asked.

"I'm good, but thank-"

You froze, eyes widening at the sight of James Barnes across the room. He looked quintessentially the same, bar for the fact his hair was a little longer and he had a fresh, pink scar under his left eye. Having ditched his usual attire for a black blazer, he looked good. Annoyingly so, in fact. It made you secretly grateful that you'd chosen to dress up a little more than usual too.

"- on second thoughts." You took the flute of champagne from Sam, also grabbing a shot of vodka from the same trey. It was gone in seconds.

"Need I ask?" Sam gave you a playful frown. His brown eyes followed your gaze over his shoulder, landing on the man you'd been staring at. "Ah. I need not."

"Sorry." You murmured. "We haven't actually spoken since, y'know."

"Since you had a break-up that made Ross and Rachel look good?"

"I don't think Bucky has ever seen Friends." You quipped.

"His loss." Sam shrugged. "You should talk to him."

"Nope." You snorted. "Absolutely not. I don't even know if he's moved on."

"Judging by the pretty blonde on his arm, I think he has," Sam replied. "Would you look at that! They're headed right for us."

That was a lot of information to process at once. You would have needed a week alone for your poor, tired brain to deal with the fact that Bucky had someone else on his arm, and a further three days to big yourself up enough to talk to him. Alas, that was not the case tonight. Instead, you had about five seconds between Sam finishing his sentence and your ex-boyfriend reaching you. It was just as well you found the energy within that timeframe to down your champagne.

You could see the woman on his arm clearer now. To give credit where credit was due, she stunning. She looked like the sort of girl who smelt of strawberries and Chanel, and grew her own vegetables on the fire escape. The kind of person you swore to be with every New Year that came, but quickly ditched after a week, returning to drinking coffee from the Starbucks under your apartment rather than going to the organic, vegan place a few blocks over. There was an ethereal glow about her and fuck. You were mad.

"Sam!" Bucky called out to his friend - for a minute, you thought he was ignoring you, before you realised he genuinely didn't recognise you. Your name rolled off his tongue with a tone of uncertainty, as though he was learning a new language and still learning how to pronounce things. "Wow. You look...different."

"So do you." You shot back. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Katie." He awkwardly smiled. "My...my girlfriend."

"It's nice to meet you." You forced an equally pained grin, taking her hand in a shake.

"How do you and Bucky know each other?" She asked.

"Work." Bucky quickly said. You thinned your eyes at him, almost in disbelief.

"So you're an Avenger like these two?" Katie asked, clearly not picking up on the tension. "That's so cool."

"Not in an official capacity." You replied. "But they'd be fucked without me."

--

The night only got longer from there, really.

There wasn't enough champagne in the world to help the void in your soul. It was a gaping wound that Bucky Barnes had both filled and widened - and tonight, he was doing the latter. It sounded as though him and Katie were having a grand ol' time of it. From the parts of the conversation that you'd actually bothered to listen to, you'd gathered that she'd arrived in New York from London just over three months ago. That meant she had a fucking accent. Of course she did. It made everything she said a thousand times more interesting.

"We were in Paris, in this little cafe. What was it called, babe? Maison de vie?"

"Maison de l'amour, doll." Bucky corrected her. It had only sounded right when he was calling you that.

Your eyes shot up from your drink, immediately staring daggers at them both. The slimy bastard. You had been the one to show him that place. You'd been in Paris for a mission, and after realising it was your four-month anniversary, you'd taken him there for pancakes. It had been a slow morning, filled with hazy eyes and pink skies, and it had ended with him dropping the L-bomb for the first time. The photo you'd taken of Bucky, sat beside a pile of pancakes the same size of him and with whipped cream on his chin, had been your phone background until the day you broke up.

"I've been there." You didn't break away from his gaze, holding cold blue eyes in a trance that he found to be almost suffocating.

"Oh, nice!" Katie beamed. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah." You sniffed. "The company was shit, though."

"Oh, man." She replied. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's not your fault." You gave her a sweet smile - to Bucky, it was a look of venom. "So, tell me more about your trip to Paris."

He quickly cleared his throat. "We didn't do much. Just a weekend getaway-"

"- are you forgetting that we saw Billy Joel?" Katie cut him off with a laugh. "The Billy Joel!"

"Right." It looked as though his mouth had gone completely dry.

"He told me he loved me for the first time to Uptown Girl-"

"-excuse me for a moment." You shoved your glass in her hand, before backing away from your little huddle.

Your brain was focused on getting away and only on getting away. The room suddenly felt a thousand times hotter, and a thousand times smaller too, as though the walls were closing in on you. Maybe that wouldn't have been so bad if they'd just collapsed around you and swallowed you fucking whole. Anything to get away from this situation.

Making a beeline for the balcony doors, you elbowed them open and stepped outside. The cold air of the rooftop gardens was a welcome contrast to the stuffy indoors, biting, night air hitting your face like an icy hug. The sounds of the city rung below you - sirens and yells and tourists - and tangled into the faint sound of the music, all parts of a world that your brain was working overtime to block out.

You focused on the city instead, using the bright lights of the surrounding buildings to anchor you to reality. None of it really even made sense - you were over Bucky. Had been for a long time. It was just the thought of him doing all the things that he'd done with you, with someone else. It made you feel a little bad for Katie, too.

"I was going to tell you about Billy Joel."

You glanced over your shoulder, giving a derivative snort. "Piss off, Bucky."

"I'm serious." He ignored your demand, cautiously approaching you.

"I brought you those tickets!" You turned around to face him. "We were meant to go together. Billy Joel was our thing."

"We broke up!' He reminded you. "Like I said, I was going to tell you that we went together-"

"- I don't care." You cut him off. "I genuinely don't care."

"That was a lot of storming off for someone who doesn't care."

"Okay, maybe I care a little bit." You huffed, taking a seat on a bench. "It's not even that you're with someone else, it's that you're doing all the things we did. The nicknames, the pancake place, the concert."

"I..." Bucky took a seat beside you, pondering for a moment.

"And declaring your love for someone to Uptown Girl is fucking weird." You muttered.

"Do you have a better suggestion?"

"Vienna, obviously."

"You're such a pain in the ass." Bucky replied. "But for what it's worth, I wasn't thinking of Katie in that moment."

You glanced up at him, frowning. "What do you mean?"

"D'you remember that morning when we were in New Orleans?" He asked. "And we had a few hours to kill before our flight, so you started dancing around the hotel room to Uptown Girl?"

"I remember." You softly smiled.

"That was when I realised I loved you." He admitted. "I was replaying that in my head at the concert, and it just kinda came out, and Katie heard."

"Damn." You muttered. "Sucks to be her, huh?"

"I like Katie." He said. "Truth be told, doll, I'm still stuck in the past a little bit. With you, and with what we had."

"We fucking hated each other by the end, Buck."

"I know, but I mean all the stuff before that." He explained. "You were the first person who saw me for who I am and not what I've done. The first person that actually made me feel loved and worthy."

"I do try."

He lightly elbowed you "I'm serious. I think I'm just projecting my longing for what we had onto my current relationship."

"You're being painfully honest tonight." You observed. "It's fucking weird."

"Who taught me to be painfully honest?"

"Right." You rolled your eyes. "So this is how Frankenstein felt when he created his monster."

"You're the worst," Bucky muttered. "I genuinely am sorry, though. I shouldn't be recycling our memories. I should make new ones.'

Dusting off your trousers, you stood up. "You're right."

"Thank you, though."

"For what?"

"For finding me first," He replied, "and for teaching me what love is."

"Well, if you ever need to be reminded? You have my number."

[twistedmusings]

Doing Anything for Heat

“Do you always refer to yourself in third person when writing these up?” 

“Legalities, Prefect, although I do not expect you to know anything about that.” 

Guess who can’t write as much anymore because she got a nasty bite at work! So yes, I was working on requests so diligently and then bam--this happens. 

As an apology for my late ass writings, please take this mini scenario for the Octavinelle Trio! Azul’s SSR card got translated and I just...god I love these boys so much q wq  Reader: [G/N]  Warnings: Casual flirting, possessive thoughts from all the boys and just MC striking up a contract with Azul and taking a very creative approach towards it~ 

“[Y/N]!!!!” Grimm pulls at your arm as you sit down across from Azul, the man holding out a contract to you as he tilts his head with a smile. “What will it be, Prefect?” 

Your hands sweat as you rub them on your legs. “Hehe~ Little Shrimp looks so scared~” 

The contract is placed in front of you slowly, Azul taking care of minding his manners as you lean back and go over the simple specifications. Made simpler, of course, since Azul had ‘such’ a kind heart. 

What a con artist. 

Winter was hitting Night Raven College hard but was hitting Ramshackle even harder. 

How many blankets had you bought from Sam’s shop? Ten? Twenty? You honestly didn’t know but you and Grimm were close to freezing some night and you had just about enough of living in an ice cube for a dorm. 

You were acting out of desperation. 

And, ever the businessman, Azul had stretched out his hand for your unfortunate soul. 

“Bring sixty customers during our lunch rush tomorrow and Azul Ashengrotto will personally see that a heater is installed in Ramshackle the same day.” 

You put the contract down and look him in the eye. “Do you always refer to yourself in third person when writing these up?” 

“Legalities, Prefect, although I do not expect you to know anything about that.” 

Great, more insults towards your intelligence. 

Sixty customers. If you were to break that down it would be ten from each dorm not counting Octavinelle. You could rope Ace and Deuce to come, guilt trip Jack for not helping you with that assignment due last night, kindly ask Epel to make his way over here and maybe if you promised Sebek that you would listen to him rant about his dorm leader he would reluctantly agree. 

But that wouldn’t be near enough. 

Azul clicks his tongue while Jade speaks up, “We will have to take that answer today, [Y/N]-san. If not, I guess maybe we could let you take some blankets from Octavinelle--” 

“Fine! Fine.” you sign your name on the dotted line and hand the contract back to Azul, the other grinning as he handed it towards his right-hand man. “How wonderful! I’ll be waiting with baited breath to see what you bring us tomorrow~” 

You give Azul the fakest smile you can muster, waving goodbye to the twins as you make your way out of the lounge with Grimm by your side. “Fgnaaa~! We are screwed! [Y/N] how could you! We are going to be stuck waiting tables for ETERNITY now!” 

“Not if we bring them what they asked for.” you bite your bottom lip as you look at the Monstro Lounge, your eyes falling on the small stage. 

Oh right. Some students played here. Well, students deemed worthy enough to play. You remember the Music Club trying to do a gig here but failing miserably the moment Lilia opened his mouth. Despite the failure, it did bring some people in to get Azul over the red. 

A floorshow. 

That’s right! A floorshow! 

“Grimm!” you grab the cat and bring him close as he freaks out. 

“What--what!” 

“I got it!” you hold him out in front of you, “We are going to have to let go of our pride a bit and this experience might humble us but...we will have heat!’ 

“[Y/N] you are scaring me--” 

Grimm barely gets to say what he wants as he is dragged back into your arms, your feet running as fast as you can into Mr.S’s shop for the stuff that you will need.

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“Ah! Little Shrimp!” 

Jade looks up from the numbers he was crunching, smiling as he sees you approaching the table. You wave at Floyd and nod politely towards Jade, sitting down and tapping your fingers against the bar. 

“You are here rather late, [Y/N]-san. We have two hours until closing time.” 

“I’m just…putting my plan into action. Azul said he wanted sixty by tomorrow, after all.” Floyd grins as he finishes cleaning up the remaining glasses. 

“Eh? You are doing something tonight, little Shrimp?” 

“...yes.” 

He leans close, smiling wider as he sees a certain change in your appearance. The Monstro Lounge was always dark in order to provide a more atmospheric mood at night but with the little light he had to work with he could clearly see traces of makeup all over your face. “Little Shrimp looks so shiny...just like a pearl.” You pull away as he tries to get closer, putting your hand out to stop him and turn your attention towards Jade. “Right. Do you have a backroom next to the stage? I just need to get some things ready--” 

“Go into the kitchen, farthest door to the back. There should be a door that leads you towards the back of the stage.” “Do you guys have a light booth--” “Next to the stage.” Jade’s eyes shine, interested in what you are about to pull off, “Do you need our help--” 

“Nope that is alright I can take care of this myself thank you.” 

Both twins watch you trot towards the kitchen, Grimm following close behind and about three ghosts ‘matching’ his step. 

“...Floyd.” 

“Yes?” 

“Call Azul. I think he’ll be interested to see what is going on.”

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“For heat. For heat. For heat!” 

You were doing this because of your situation. The situation was desperate so you had to take desperate measures. 

Grimm clears his throat as you finish fixing his bowtie, the transparent fabric looking beautiful with the stitched shells all over it. 

“Are the ghosts ready?” you ask. 

“Just waiting for the curtains to close.” 

The crowd goes quiet as you press a few buttons and close them, hushing the late night crowd as you step onto the stage. You try to step softly so that the click of your heels won’t be heard while Grimm opens up the rather large shell in the middle of the stage. This was usually used as a promotional device, customers taking pictures inside it to promote their visits to the lounge. It had a soft cushiony seat inside and could fit a whole student. 

You give a thumbs up to your other roommates, the ghosts smiling as their instruments manifested in front of them. 

Spectral instruments really came in handy in these situations. “Breathe...Breathe…” you sit down inside the shell and pull your legs up with you, fixing the train of your dress and touching the small shell tiara on your head. It was fashioned after King Triton after all, maybe Azul would get the reference?

Or rather, you hoped Azul wasn’t watching at all. “Okay...close it, Grimm.” He nods and brings the top of the shell down slowly, trapping you both inside as he gave the cue to start up the lights. This was all for a heater...and maybe some tuna. 

-----

-At first he wanted to laugh as he saw the curtain slowly being drawn back, when was the last time they used this stage? Student players just weren’t ‘in’ as much anymore and he had to keep up with the trends. What were you planning to do with this? 

-Yet his mouth clicked shut as the lights landed right on the shell, the music starting as your voice rang out softly from inside. 

-He barely paid attention to the band as the shell slowly opened, Grimm flying out elegantly as he opened it while your frame was slowly being revealed to him as every student’s jaw almost hit the floor. 

-Azul clutched his cane as he watched you cradle your legs close to yourself, the lyrics completely blowing past him as you stretch yourself out to show off the outfit you had on. It seemed to shine like a pearl under the lights, your chest being accentuated by how snug it fit against your frame. 

-He licked his lips when his eyes landed on your undecorated neck. It was as if you were begging for it to be decorated with bites. Surely he could make a nice necklace for you. 

-Dammit he should have sat closer, students were actually getting up from their booths and moving to any tables that were closer to the stage as you start getting up, the train of fabric in your outfit resembling the top of a shell as it brushes across the ground as you make your way to the floor. 

-He bites his bottom lip as he sees you making your way around the tables, your voice soft and melodic as the students watch the performance flabbergasted. You are letting your fingers glide against the tables, winking at some of the more bold students who put out their hands so they could touch yours.

-If you were to look at his face you would see no trace of emotion but inside his head he was screaming at you to pass by his table already don’t you know anything about customer service? 

-You finally make eye contact with the table he was sitting at, Azul feeling a shiver go up his spine at how your flirtatious eyes suddenly turned nervous. Nobody else had gotten that look.

-Again, he needed to see you looking at him like that again. 

 -So this is what you were planning. How interesting~ 

-He watched from behind Azul, taking off his coat and laying it on the back of the plush booth as he took in your form. Where had you gotten such a cute outfit, he wondered. The color made you shine like the rarest pearl and every time the light hit you just right he could see the glitter in your eyelids as you started to approach their table. 

-You made eye contact with him, clearly trying to keep up the act of ‘mysterious’ floor show guest but failing as his eyes took you in the closer you got. 

-The students groan when they see you sit right next to Azul, pressing close to him as he dares to put an arm around your waist and squeeze. Oh he could bet Azul was happy with how jealous all the students looked. 

-Jade couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him when you took Azul’s hat and shoved it in his face before pulling away as quickly as possible. 

-He follows your movements as you walk behind him, the sudden hand on his back making him hum in thought as the idea of pinning you right to the back of the booth so you would sing only to him suddenly seeming like the only thing to do in this situation. 

-You really had no idea what you could awaken in him if you kept playing around. 

-His eyes meet yours as you start walking away but his hand catches your wrist as he tugs you back to him--!

-But Jade, ever the unpredictable man, only presses his lips to your hand before letting you go.

-You were doing a floor show for the customers after all. Didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be talking to you later~ 

-Floyd had moved himself to the table closest to the stage, tie undone and smile wider than anyone had ever seen as he watched you pay attention to almost every table. The table he was sitting at had been filled with students who deemed themselves rather lucky to get so close only for them to scram when they saw who was approaching it.  

-He waves at you when you finally make eye contact with him, licking his lips and smiling as he sees your reluctance to get near him. 

-Which he didn’t mind, the fact that you were so wary of him made you all the more adorable. 

-You try your best to be as flirty as you had before, merely touching his hand as he holds it out to you but for Floyd that is not enough. The moment your fingers pressed against his palm, he snatched your wrist and brought you to his lap, students gasping as his hands landed on your sides. 

-Oh the material was so soft! He ran his fingers up and down as you press hand to his chest while you sang the last few notes of the song. 

-Floyd couldn’t help the little giggle as he saw the embarrassment on your face, your hand clearly pushing on his chest but his hands clearly weren’t letting you go. What were you going to do, little Shrimp? 

-His eyes widen at your sudden improvisation, your hands taking his and pressing them to your face so he could cup your cheeks. Instinctively he pulled you closer as the song suddenly stopped---

”Floyd-senpai, I have to go.” 

-The whisper is only for him to hear as you catch him off guard with that soft look and pull away, you holding out the last note of the song as if you had planned to be caught by him all along. 

-He clicks his tongue and leans back, eyes watching you go back up the stage and sitting inside the shell as you pull your legs closer to you before blowing a kiss to the now applauding crowd as Grimm closed the shell. 

-Surely the kiss had been for him, right? If it had been for any of these other bottom feeders...well no matter. Even if it hadn’t been for him, Floyd would make sure to squeeze you real tight the moment you got off stage. 

-----

You lay down on the cushion as you put your arms over your eyes, groaning as you tried to get your thoughts together. 

If this worked out the way you thought it would, word of mouth would get around and you would bring around sixty customers so that they could partake in what they had missed tonight. 

Has it cost you your dignity? Yes. 

Was the outfit embarrassing? Yes. 

Did you have to flirt with all three Octavinelle members so they would see that you were serious about finally going to sleep without shivering? Yes and yes. 

At least it was over. 

“Yo Grimm. Can you open this? I want to change!” 

Your hands tap the top of the shell, sighing in relief as it slowly opened. 

Only for you to yelp as hands pin you down to the cushion, a very familiar face grinning down at you as Floyd laughs merrily. 

“Ahaha~! Nee, that kiss was for me, right Little Shrimpy? You blew that my way, right?” 

Jade sighs and steps behind his brother, pulling him up by the collar so that you could get your bearings. 

“It was at the customers, Floyd. I believe [Y/N]-san wanted this to be spoken about tomorrow, correct?” 

You nod as he lets go of Floyd and holds out his hand for you to take. 

“What an interesting plan...right Azul?” 

The Octavinelle dorm leader isn’t really looking at you, he is still staring at everything that you had on taking it as much as he could before your voice brought him back. “So...how did I do?” 

Azul blinks before smiling as he steps close and holds out his arm for you to take. 

“I have yet to see the terms of the contract be met but...we can discuss how you did in my office. Mind telling me how you came up with this plan? ” 

“Y--Yeah! Sure!” 

You take Azul’s arm and speak about your thought process, not noticing the grins on the eel’s faces as they hold themselves back until they reach Azul’s office. 

How nice, it would be the first time you would be staying over at Octavinelle, even if you didn’t know it yet.  

[mypoisonedvine]

The Kind of Girl You Take Home to Mom (part 3 - FINALE) | Andy Barber x reader

(part 1) (part 2)

summary: andy knows how to take what he wants, and he wants you.

word count: 5.6k 

warnings: SMUT, subtle dubcon elements, loss of virginity, infidelity (obviously), wedding ring kink (shocking!!! jk), 

a/n: wow, after all this time I FINALLY finished this series.  sorry it took so long.  I still have an alternate ending that I want to write... but I wanted to go ahead and get this out first.  thank you everyone for your patience!  I kind of expect this to flop despite being the most requested thing ever, but idgaf.

“Honestly?  I always had this weird fear that he was going to try to seduce one of my girlfriends.”

For the second time that day, you choked.

“Wh— are you okay?” Jacob gasped, running over to you as you coughed up water.

Your attempt to respond was useless as you could only sputter and cough, trying to communicate that you were fine with a casual wave, but only managing to flail your arm wildly.

“Was it something I said?” he pressed.

“No, I just—” you wheezed, but interrupted yourself with another coughing fit as your eyes watered from the lack of air.

He slapped your back to try to help you along but it wasn’t very effective, just adding one new source of pain to your predicament.  I always had this weird fear that he was going to try to seduce one of my girlfriends, that was what he’d said.  What does that even mean?  Did he mean it like “I always had this fear, for no good reason,” or did he mean it like “I was always afraid of this, and now it’s come true”?

The way Jacob was looking at you— kind, concerned, patient— it didn’t seem like he suspected you of anything.  He probably would’ve led with that if he knew something, right?

When your airways finally cleared and you were able to start catching your breath, you finished getting ready for bed quickly and hopped into bed.  You couldn’t handle any long conversations with Jacob, though you tolerated some cuddling before you fell asleep.

You dreamt that night that you were drowning.  Andy was holding you, his arms wrapped around you from behind as he pulled you to shore.  Or was he pulling you under?  Either way, you figured you’d had enough water in your lungs for one day.

~

You probably should’ve let them win at Scrabble… you just couldn’t help yourself.

“I have…” Jacob trailed off as he counted in his head, “177 points.”

“209,” Laurie announced, reaching over to rub Jacob on the shoulder sympathetically.  “Sorry, honey.”

“384,” Andy grinned, setting down his pen and pad triumphantly and looking to you for your score.

“Um,” you stalled, almost embarrassed to say now.  “I got, uh, 559.”

Laurie and Jacob erupted into sputters of confusion, demanding that you recount your points as if they hadn’t all seen you play ‘quixotic’ on a triple word space.

“Good game,” Andy murmured with a soft smirk as he stood up and left the table.  You smiled back at him quickly, the other two too busy recounting the numbers on your pad to even notice.

So, that was the end of board games for the night.  Jacob suggested a movie but you just knew that would just be you and him cuddling under one blanket… while Laurie and Andy cuddled under another.  You weren’t sure you could take that.  Instead, you decided to read your book outside— even though you figured Laurie was disappointed you didn’t want to do anything more social.  Complimenting her beautifully landscaped backyard eased the blow, though.

It was hard to get comfortable on the patio couch, not because of the couch itself but because you knew it wouldn’t be long until somebody bothered you.  When you heard the door open, you were a little disappointed to see Jacob approaching you.

“Hey,” he smiled, sliding in next to you on the couch and wrapping an arm around you.  

“Hey,” you greeted in reply, slightly flat in your affect as you immediately dove back into your book.

“You’re feeling okay, right?  We could go for a drive if you need some space,” he offered, rubbing your shoulder gently.

“No, I’m alright,” you mumbled.  “You know me, I like my peace and quiet when I can get it.”

“You… like them, don’t you?”  He must’ve sensed that you didn’t understand what he was referring to at first.  “My family, I mean.”

“Oh!  Yeah, that’s not the issue, really.  I know we’re going back home tomorrow but I still need to decompress a little bit.  I’ll be more social tonight, promise.”

When you looked up at him, his face was closer than you’d anticipated.  It reminded you of when you two met, at a party where the music was so loud that you’d had to stand about this close to be able to carry a conversation.  Well, technically that wasn’t the first time you met, because you had him in one of your classes that semester, but it was the first time you’d talked.  He was fun, he was new, he was friendly.  I can’t stay long, I’ve got a test in the morning, you’d yelled your explanation.  You’re gonna ace it anyway, he had dismissed at the time, so you should stay and have fun!  You deserve to have fun.

Maybe that was what had made you attracted to him: you couldn’t think of anyone else who had been so worried about what you deserved.  But now, Andy was added to that list.  You hated to imagine that Jacob had inherited that nature from his father.  Is he treating you right? Andy has asked you that night, and you really weren’t sure even now what the answer was.  He certainly wasn’t treating you poorly, but was that enough?  

Back in reality (and not in your whizzing, anxiety-ridden thoughts), Jacob leaned in and kissed you softly.  The kiss was just like him: patient, gentle, but also somehow energetic.  It was… nice.  Comfortable.  Feeling a surge of boldness, you set your book aside and leaned into him, pushing the kiss a little deeper.

He let out a tiny little noise, nearly a moan, as your tongues began to slide together.  His hand reached up to cradle the back of your head— you remembered that he did that a lot when you were making out, but all those times felt so foreign now.  Your hands reached up to rub against his chest through his t-shirt; that dark maroon one he wore all the time, so much that it was forming a few holes at the hem.  His hand slid down to your back and—

“Am I interrupting something?” Andy’s voice tore you both from the moment and from each other’s arms.

“Dad!” Jacob protested, sounding particularly immature with the way his voice rose to a shrill yelp of shock.

“I was just coming out here to let you know that your mother wants your help with dinner,” Andy explained, “but I wasn’t going to let an opportunity to embarrass you like that go by.”

“You never do,” Jacob sighed, giving you a quick kiss to the cheek as a goodbye as he stood up and walked inside.  You felt Andy’s eyes on you as you looked to the ground awkwardly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.  A few seconds after the door was shut, he spoke again.

“I couldn’t let you two get too hot and heavy, and besmirch this innocent patio couch.”

“You’d better not be mad at me for kissing my boyfriend,” you frowned as you stood up.  “That’s the most normal thing that’s happened all weekend.”

“I’m not,” he assured, beginning to step closer to you.  “Jealous?  Slightly.  Not that I see him as competition or anything.”

“Uh, you probably should,” you disagreed, raising your eyebrow in a mix of confusion and challenge.  

“Honey, I saw you kissing.  It was nothing to write home about,” he laughed.  “He doesn’t seem to realize that, since he brought you here.  Can’t blame him—-” he stepped closer to you and ever-so-delicately brushed his fingers against your arm— “but you know you can do better.  You know nobody can make you feel like I do.”

“Andy,” you murmured, trying to step back as you glanced to the window by the backdoor, through which the both of you were clearly visible to anyone who sat in the living room.  It was empty now, but it was too close for comfort.  “Someone could see…”

“They’re in the kitchen, don’t worry,” he soothed, leaning down to ghost his lips over your cheek and neck, “nobody’s gonna see us, angel, s’just you and me…”

You didn’t want to, but you melted into his touch anyway.  Just those little circles that his fingers drew on your back made your entire body erupt in shivers.  “Andy,” you found yourself whispering as if you needed to remember who was doing this to you.

“I’m gonna fuck you tonight,” he whispered against your ear.  

Your breath caught in your throat.  

“Are you scared?” he teased.  “Afraid my cock’ll split you in half?”

Embarrassed, you nodded.

He grinned, pulling back from your neck to force you into a deep, dominating kiss.  You wrapped your arms around his neck and clung to his shoulders, eagerly allowing his tongue access as it pressed into yours.  A little moan escaped you, causing him to pull your body even closer.  You had worried that kissing the two of them in a row like this would lead to an inevitable comparison, which would be beyond disgusting.  But nope, this kiss made you forget that you’d kissed Jacob at all.  Not that that exactly stopped it from being disgusting.

You knew if you didn’t stop yourself now, you wouldn’t be able to soon… and you really needed this kiss to end before you two got caught.  Pushing on his chest, you pulled back with a sigh.

“We shouldn’t—” you began.

“No, you’re right,” he agreed with a reluctant nod.  Still, you missed his touch now that it was gone.  “We’ll have plenty of time for that later.  It’s just hard to keep putting on a happy face when all I want is to grab you and bend you over the table and—”

“Oh god, you can’t talk like that,” you laughed nervously.  “You’re gonna drive me crazy, I swear.”

“Haven’t I already?” he smirked.

You nodded, because he was completely right.  With a quick wave, you opened the door to step into the house.  He called your name, getting your attention as you turned around.  In his hand, arm outstretched, was your book.  “Almost forgot this,” he smiled.

“Right, thanks,” you nodded, taking it and going back inside.

~

You spent the rest of the day reaching new heights of anxiousness.  Shaking your leg, chewing your lip, scratching your wrist— how could you relax after what Andy had said, how could you act casual?  You were just waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the obvious opportunity to arise and for Andy to be inevitable like he always was.

You weren’t sure how he did it, but he did.  He got Laurie and Jacob to leave you two alone in the house.  With his influential career, he was probably used to getting what he wanted, but you hadn’t anticipated that he was so good at the hard work it took to get those things.

He got you, though.  Not that that took all too much hard work.

“Enjoy the movie you guys!” you told them as they were making their way out the door.  Jacob leaned in for a goodbye kiss, and softly asked one last time if you wanted to come.  

He pulled your shirt up over your head, and you hadn’t even gotten it all the way off before he undid your bra with a quick motion.  You hated to think about Jacob in that moment, but those few times you’d fooled around with him to this extreme, that part of the process had taken quite a bit longer.

When your breasts were free his hands latched onto them instantly; the rough pads of his fingers felt good against the sensitive skin, and his hands were so damn big.  You felt your back arching into his touch.

“Can’t wait to get my mouth on these,” he purred, “but I need to see all of you first.”

You yelped as he picked you up and tossed you back onto the bed.  He took off your socks first, which made you feel a little hot for some reason, and then reached down to pull at your shorts.  You lifted your hips to make it easier, looking up at him and gnawing on your bottom lip nervously.

As he tossed your shorts and underwear aside, you suddenly felt very naked compared to his clothedness.  Probably because you were completely naked and he was completely clothed.  He smiled down at you before grabbing your ankles and resting them on his shoulders, starting to kiss up your leg slowly while never breaking eye contact.

You whined impatiently.  “Andy, please, need you…”

“Shh,” he soothed, “we’ve got time baby, I finally got you all to myself and I’m gonna savor it.”

His lips moved up your calf and thigh, but irritatingly skipped anywhere salacious to get straight to your hips and belly.  “Hnng, Andy—” 

You choked on your words when he licked over your nipple, swirling his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth.  It instantly hardened between his lips and he smiled.  “Baby, you’re so sensitive,” he cooed against your skin as he kissed his way to the other and did the same.

Your hips bucked up and made contact with his clothed thigh; you let out a high-pitched moan and did it again, rubbing yourself against his suit pants.  The rough material sent shocks of pleasure through you as Andy smiled and left little love bites along your neck.

"Look at you, such a needy little girl," he tsked.  "Rubbing your cunt on me like a whore.  You're gonna make a mess, baby."

"'m sorry I just— oh, fuck," you sighed, your head falling back onto the pillow with a soft thud.

"It's only fair," he shrugged.  "I don't mind spending the rest of the night with your come on my slacks.  So long as you spend it with my come still in your cunt."

You gasped, trying to imagine how you would hide that from Laurie and Jacob…

But you couldn’t keep on that train of thought for very long as he started to kiss down your stomach again.

“Please, Andy, need— fuck, I need you to— um, taste me, please,” you whimpered.

“Hmm, beg a little more,” he smirked.

It was a long line of nonsense after that; some barely-intelligible string of ‘please’ and ‘Andy’ with a little flair of embarrassing whining.  He laughed a little before he finally did what you’d asked, latching his lips onto your swollen clit.  Your back arched instantly as your hands clenched at the comforter beneath you.

It wasn’t at all like you’d imagined it would be— it was so warm, and he alternated between surrounding you with his mouth and teasing you with the tip of his tongue.  You let out a long, deep moan when his tongue slipped inside you, twisting and massaging your walls so perfectly.  Your hands carded through his hair, accidentally tightening and pulling when he licked right over your clit.  He didn’t seem to mind, though, just moaning against you and doing it again and again and again until your legs were quivering. 

Just as you were about to tell him that you were close, he instantly pulled away to speak.  “I can tell you’re close,” he purred as if he’d read your mind.  

“Please, don’t stop,” you begged, but he continued to sit up and started to open his belt.

“It’s not time to come yet, honey.  It’s gonna feel so much better when you come while I’m inside you— for both of us,” he grinned.

As his sweater was discarded and his trousers were pushed down, you bit your lip.  You weren’t sure you would ever get used to seeing his cock, especially when it had leaked enough pre-cum to leave a wet patch on his boxer briefs.

He was on you the second he’d finished stripping, caging in your body with his, growling as he started to kiss your neck.  You whined and arched your back, your heart racing as you tried to cope with the fact that this was happening, this was really happening.  It was surreal, or maybe it was more than real— you were going to lose your virginity.  To Andy fucking Barber.

“I think you’re ready for me, don’t you?” he asked teasingly, his hips moving forward to press his cock against your inner thigh.  You nodded as you swallowed thickly, gasping as he reached down and started to rub his swollen head through your folds.

“Please…” you sighed, even as your chest tightened with distant fear.

You had wondered if what he'd said about his marriage to Laurie being sexless was true.  It certainly would be a convenient lie to garner your sympathy and make him look better.  But you had no doubts it was the truth when he pushed his cock into you; he moaned like a man who had dreamed of this moment for years, who had been so deprived of affection for so long.  

It hurt less than you’d expected, although it was certainly overwhelming.

“Oh fuck, Andy,” you moaned,

“Say my name again, baby,” he demanded with a groan.

“Andy!” you repeated, a little louder right as the tip of his cock hit so deep inside you that it hurt— and for some reason, you wanted him to do it again.

“Fuck, you need to be quiet, or the neighbors’ll hear you,” he hissed as he pumped into you deeper and faster.  “Can you do that or do I need to choke you to shut you up?”

You whimpered from fear at that idea and he laughed a little.  

“Don’t act so innocent, baby, I know who you really are: you’re my dirty little slut.”

“No I’m—” you began to disagree.  A quick slap to the face, not too hard but stinging nonetheless, shut you up.

“You know you are,” he hissed, “so say it.”

You could barely carry this conversation, his cock filling you so completely that you couldn’t think about anything else.  “Andy, I—”

“Say it.”

You gulped but managed to pant between heavy breaths, “I’m…  I’m your dirty little slut, Andy…”

He grinned and began to move faster, deeper, somehow.  You clutched at his shoulders, kissing him and groaning into his mouth.  When his hips slammed into yours, you moaned louder than maybe you ever had before.  "You want it rough, honey?” he taunted.  “Want me to fuck you hard?"

"Yes, please!" you sobbed, your voice hoarse and desperate now.

He grabbed your hips and made good on his offer of brutality, and then some, making you nearly scream.  He kissed you again, perhaps in an attempt to keep you quiet, although it didn’t work that well, as you mouth fell open with every cry.  His teeth captured your lip as he growled above you, holding your hips up so the angle was perfect to send his cock right into the end of you, so deep— too deep, in the most perfect way.

His cock stroking against your walls was indescribable; each thrust made your entire body erupt in shivers.  The stretch was difficult but you loved it, you loved the way his body pushed yours to its limits.  

"Gonna come inside you, honey," he moaned, "gonna fill you up so good, gonna mark your body with my come and make you mine."

"Oh god, Andy, please," you sobbed.

"You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” he encouraged.

“Yes, so close—” you cut yourself off as you choked on nothing, you entire body beginning to tighten and seize up as pleasure spiralled higher and higher.

“Just like that, come on my cock,” he demanded, but you couldn’t do anything else even if you tried— the coil snapped as your vision went spotty.  Just as you started to close your eyes, he held your neck and stared down at you.  “Look at me when I make you come.”

You struggled to keep your eyes open with the intensity of sensation washing over you, but you didn’t want to know what would happen if you disobeyed.  Those blue eyes pierced through you as you shivered underneath him, and with your walls constricting his cock just felt even thicker inside you.  “Andy,” you whimpered, your fingers and toes erupting into pins and needles as you felt him flexing inside you— and he must have been coming in you in that moment, with the way he sighed and his thrusts pumped deeper yet more erratically.

Warmth spilled inside you as numbness decorated your extremities and fogginess clouded your mind.  You lost focus as he collapsed beside you— even when he pulled out, you still felt full, due in part to his come inside you and in part to being ruined so thoroughly by him.  Maybe you’d feel normal again tomorrow, or next week, but right now it was impossible to forget that you were fucked, in every sense of the word, by Andy Barber.

He pulled you into his arms and kissed your neck slowly, his breathing slowly returning to a stable pace as his chest pressed against your back.  He was mumbling something about how you were his girl, how you did so good for him, but you were already drifting into sleep even though it was barely nine o’clock.

You woke up the next morning in the guest room with Jacob beside you, who informed you that he’d found you already asleep when he got back from the movie he’d gone to see with his mom.

You left just a few hours later, waving goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Barber as Jacob pulled the car out of the driveway.

three months later...

The sun was just starting to set as you made your way home after your last class of the night.  Campus was gorgeous at this time of day, but you weren’t really taking the time to notice it as you focused instead on how wonderful it would feel to kick your shoes off, slip off your bra and slide into bed.  What you didn’t anticipate when you unlocked your dorm room’s door was to find Andy sitting on your bed as he waited for you.  You shut the door quickly so none of the girls mulling about the hall would see him.

He looked so out of place in your dorm.  He was so… adult, and yes, everyone there was an adult, but he was a whole new level of adulthood compared to the other residents of the honors dorm.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you reminded him.

“Why shouldn’t I be?” he questioned casually.

“Because your son is on the other side of the hall,” you explained, unamused.  “What if he sees you here?  What if he sees your car in the garage?”

“You worry too much.  I don’t give a fuck if my son lives nearby, if I wanna visit my girlfriend then I’m gonna do it.”

He’d never used that word for you before— or at least, not in front of you.  It made you feel nervous, glancing to the floor as he stepped closer towards you.  "I think I'm too young to be your girlfriend,” you decided.

"Perfect age for a mistress, though."

You stammered as you tried to balance the way that word made you feel sick with the way it made you feel aroused.  He lifted your chin with a finger, his other hand pulling you closer at the waist.  "Are you trying to act innocent, honey?” he smirked.  “Do you think I didn't realize that it turns you on?"

"Wh-what turns me on?"

"The sneaking around.  The secrets, the lies; the fact that it's wrong, forbidden, taboo.  It's why you haven't broken up with my son yet and it's why you stare at my ring all the time— yes, I noticed."

You frowned, crossing your arms impatiently.  “I haven’t broken up with Jacob because my relationship with him makes a great cover for my relationship with you… I’m doing that for us.  And do you think I like the ring?  I hate that stupid chunk of silver, seeing it on your hand makes me so livid because it just reminds me that I don’t have you all to myself and—”

“Baby, you know I’m all yours,” he purred, kissing down your neck as your back began to arch.  “Meanwhile, I have to share you with him.”

You were amazed that he could refer to his own son with such disdain, but then again, you knew how jealous he could get.  

“If you’re mine then take the ring off,” you suggested between panting breaths.

“If you’re mine then take it off for me,” he countered.  His left hand was travelling up your neck and you grabbed it by the wrist.  He pulled back to look at you as you brought his fingers to your mouth, kissing the tips of them before sucking on his ring finger, deeper and deeper, until it was poking down your throat and the ring was at your lips.  Lubricating it with your spit and spinning it with your tongue, you used your teeth to pull the ring slowly off of his finger.  He gasped a little as you opened your mouth and displayed it for him on your tongue, before spitting it out and across the room; it made a tiny little clinking noise as it hit your floor.

“Fuck,” he growled, the sound deep in his throat and dripping with desperation.

It felt like his hand never left your neck that night, like he was trying to claim you in every way he could all at once.  He was so possessive over you, ironically.  It was hard not to feel like your whole life was waiting.  Waiting for the semester to end so the next one could begin.  Waiting to graduate and get a job and finally begin your real adult life.  Waiting for the marks Andy left on your skin to fade so you didn’t have to wear a turtleneck in June.

Waiting for Jacob to find out, like he inevitably would.

Waiting for Andy to leave Laurie, or at least do something to make it seem like this was going somewhere.  

The thing about Andy was that he had this magical ability to make you stop worrying, in a way nobody and nothing else could.  When you were apart, reality would set in again and you’d decide you needed to confront him the next time you saw him.  It wasn’t even that you needed him to commit to you, specifically, you just needed to know what was going on— because how could he stay married through all this?  He needed to leave her, not for you but for himself.  You would get yourself all worked up and then he’d show up and soothe you until you forgot what you wanted to say in the first place.  When you were together, the future didn’t matter anymore, and neither did everything that was wrong about what you were doing.

It was like living in a dream, a really strange dream.  You were drowning in him, just like you’d known you would, but you didn’t want to stop.  You didn’t want to stop the secret dates when you gave your friends and boyfriend some excuse about having to study, the rendezvous in the back of his car, the midnight phone calls where he was whispering so his wife wouldn’t hear.

You figured that after all this time of being a good girl— the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect girlfriend, the kind of girl you’d take home to mom— you deserved to let go.  You deserved to have fun.

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Yandere! Hawks (Keigo Takami) - Scratches and Bruises

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Alright I’ll do it...I’LL WRITE HAWKS SMUT....but I won’t like it.

Okay people so This is gonna have talks of death, abuse, yandere shit.

Leggo!

...

“What’s a pretty girl like you do sad for?”

You looked up from your phone to find a man practically leaning over the restaurant table. You could smell the alcohol from miles away and the way he was moving wasn’t helping his case either. You were instantly put off by him. Correction: You were disgusted by him.

“What’s a ugly man like you so bold for?” you smiled sweetly as the venom dripped off your words. “I’m really not interested.” you looked back down at your phone. You were just about to get a new high score on your favorite phone game and this asshole was ruining your chances. Your character almost died twice since he began bothering you. It was really starting to get on your nerves. If you didn’t unlock that new skin, you might kill someone.

“Oh come on.” he slurred. “Can a guy just compliment such a pretty lady?”

“Not when he looks like fucking Voldemort.” you replied just as quickly as he ended his sentence. “You’re kind of bothering me right now.” you pressed pause on your game and looked up again. “I’ll ask again. What do you want, seriously?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a guy at one of the booths, staring over at you. It didn’t feel creepy, but it was enough to capture your attention. 

“I wanted to-”

“What do you want?” you cut him off again. “We’re wasting time here.” you threw your phone on the table. “Save me the headache and save your ego...” you crossed your arms. you faked a smile. “Goodbye.”

“You bit-”

“Is there a problem?” 

A new person walked up to you two. The same guy who you had noticed before stopped in front of your table. He had sandy brown hair, and very sharp looking eyes. You swore you’ve seen him somewhere. You weren’t too sure.

“Nothing buddy, just about to show this bitch who she’s talking to-”

You crossed your arms and shifted around in your seat. “I mean I don’t need to be shown anything.” you shrugged.

“Oh are you?” he laughed. “Well I hate to break it to you but I’ll have to intervene” the stranger laughed out loud. 

“What do you mean-”

The drunk was instantly floored as this stranger grabbed his by the neck and slammed his face against the table not even an inch away from your phone. The drunk landed on the floor with a thud, moaning in pain. You weren’t even sure if he was registering the pain he was in or the fact that he had gotten his ass handed to him in the first place. All that you knew was that he was being peeled off the floor and escorted (more like thrown out.).

“You’re welcome, lady.” the guy didn’t take another look at you before be took a step forward. 

“I didn’t need your help.” you snatched your phone off the desk. “I can take care of myself.” you rolled your eyes. “And I wasn’t gonna thank you, either.” you stood up. “I’m definitely not going to now.”

The man slowly turned around, revealing his face clearly. “Oh really?” 

He was attractive, no doubt about it. His tight black muscle tee with baggy jeans and boots...damn he was a looker. Yet you weren’t like most MC’s...it would take a bit more than that for him to have any impact on you.

“Really.” you repeated. You put a hand on your hip. “Now if you’ll excuse me...I’m off to find another table to sit at.”

The man who ‘saved’ you didn’t take his eyes off you all night. Even when your friends came and joined you. 

“Hey Y/N, is that Keigo Takami looking at you?”

“I think it is!” another friend piped.

“Who?” you stared at her as you lowered your drink. “Who is Keigo Takami?”

“Y’know...Hawks.” she whispered. “I heard they call him that when he served time...” 

“He’s a literally crazy person. He’s an absolute menace! He’s a former hero...”

“Can imagine why...he beat the shit out of this guy who tried to hit on me.”

“Him?! I haven’t heard of him ever doing that for anyone before.” your other friend widened her eyes. “Y/N, I’ve heard of his past relationships...they didn’t end well. They all ended up missing...or in therapy.”

“I can take care of myself.” you shrugged. “I’m sure whatever Hawks has for me, I can take.”

“Don’t say that so freely, Girl. I heard he has a lot of screws loose.” your friend put a hand on your shoulder. “Like a lot.”

“Well whatever Mr. Man has in store for me, I’ll be prepared. It can’t be that bad, right?” your confidence dispersed a little bit. You looked behind you back at Keigo who had been cracking open a can of beer. He looked a little to interested in his own world to see you staring. 

“Y/N...Y/N!” your friend snapped her fingers in your face. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah!” You focused back on your friends, feeling your emotions sort of switch. 

From the corner of the room, Keigo’s eyes followed you. He took his bottom lip between his teeth as he studied you. Never in his life had he ever seen a girl like you before. He had never been so...fascinated either. Something inside him snapped, he had to get to know you.

He had to.

...

“Is there a reason  you’re following me?”

On a trip to the supermarket, you couldn’t help but voice your opinions. Keigo was hiding in behind a display of cans whilst you stared at the cheese. Hmmm Cheddar or American? Maybe Havarti! Hmm Pepperjack? Why were there too many types of cheeses?! Too many options!

“You have a very keen eye.” he revealed himself. “I like that.” he began walking along side down down the aisle. “Try this one, it’s the best on burgers.” he grabbed a package of Pepperjack cheese and tossed it in the cart.

“I’m just very aware.” you replied boredly. “It comes with the territory.” you opted to ignore him trying to shop for you. 

“Of being a hero?” 

His words made you freeze. You hadn’t been a hero in years, let along thought about it. It had been so long...

“I hung up my cape years ago.” you rebutted. Your tried to keep your voice steady, but he could tell his words affected you. It made you wonder how he even knew that.

“I can say the same.” he winked. “Only I traded the cape for...other things.”

“I can tell...Hawks.” you grumbled in reply. “That’s what they used to call you right?”

Keigo knew you were challenging him. Part of him was angry, others not so much. He was interested to say the least. No one dared call him that anymore. Hell, no one lived long enough to even finish such a sentence. What made you so different? You had guts...he liked that.

“Yeah...that part of my life is over now.” he began following you down the aisle. “What about you? Why’d you give up hero work?”

“That’s not something I want to discuss with a stranger in the middle of the store.” 

“I get it...how’s 7:00 sound?”

“Pardon me?” You and your cart skid to a stop. “What did you just say to me?”

“I’ll meet you at the bar we met around 7! Don’t be late, and tell the bartender Takami Keigo is gonna be waitin’ for ya.” he winked. “Don’t leave me waiting princess...”

“I don’t even know you!” you were taken aback. “You don’t even know my name...”

Keigo’s face twisted into a smirk. He took a step towards you. You flattened yourself against the aisle wall as he trapped you against the cereal. “So tell me...What’s your name?”

“Huh?!”

“For a hero...you’re pretty dense.” he chuckled, nearing his face closer. “I asked your name, Hun.” he winked. “Won’t you tell me?”

“Y/N.” you replied breathlessly. “My name is Y/N.” Why did you tell him that, you had no clue. Idiot!

“Okay then Y/N.” he neared his face towards yours. “7:00 tonight...okay?”

“Uh huh.” you nodded. 

“Wonderful, I’ll see you tonight, princess.”

... 

You sat at the bar stool, spinning around lazily. You called all of your friends, your parents, hell even your grandparents. You didn’t tell them the details, but you told them if you didn’t message them back by 9:00 AM the next morning, call you just in case.

“What can I get you?” the barkeep walked up, wearing a kind smile on his face. You suddenly remembered that Keigo had told you, and you didn’t trust it one bit. “Can I get a water please?” 

“Coming right up, young lady.” the older man kindly looked at you. “Anything for the former Number 1 hero!”

You giggled bashfully. “Please, that was years ago.” you shook your head. “I appreciate it though.” you smiled. Hero work, the bane of your existence. Your past buddies and partners had all begged you not to leave, but with the amount of scars and suffering you endured, you had no choice.

You wouldn’t put yourself through that again, not for anyone. 

“Here you are miss.” the glass was set in front of you. 

“Thanks.” you put your hand over the top of the glass. Now that it was in yoru hand, you could move accordingly. “I was also supposed to meet someone here?...Told me to tell you to expect me...Keigo Takami?”

The barkeep’s face fell, fear striking his features. “O-oh! You’re Mr. Takami’s company for the night! I’m supposed to escort you to his special booth.”

“Special booth?” you repeated.

“Y-yes, please follow me!” he urged. “Only VIPs are allowed back here, but he rented out the entire back area just for you!”

You felt your senses go off, fight or flight mode. Now or never. You reached in your purse. Knife, check. Mace, check....Gun...check.

The kind barkeep took you to a back area. It looked like the main dining area, only a lot more high end. Slow jazz music was playing in the background and the lights were low. He was right, there was no one here...except one person.

He dawned a brown leather jacket, black skinny jeans and those all to familiar boots. He tapped his fingers against the table as he stared down at his phone.

“Mr. Takami. She’s here.”

Keigo looked up with that shit-eating smirk. “Thank you Hideo, leave us.”

The barkeep stalked off leaving you alone. You suddenly felt out of place. You looked around, taking note of the city beaming outside the windows. 

“Beautiful isn’t it?” 

You looked back over at Keigo again, almost surprised. “Yeah, it is.” you nodded.

He motioned next to him. “You wanna sit down or are you gonna stand there staring at me? I don’t bite.” he winked.

Silently, you sat down, still keeping your distance from the man. You were about a good two feet away from him. You weren’t too keen on getting any closer.

“I’m surprised you came. I thought you’d find a way to get out of this.”

“I am too, but I figured I’d entertain this idea...just for tonight.” you shrugged. “Don’t try anything, got it?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Keigo cracked a genuine smile. You looked stunning and he wanted to tell you that. He wouldn’t admit it, but he knew about you when you were going by your hero alias. He recognized the way you walked, the way you spoke. You could have killed that freak who hit on you if you wanted to. However you didn’t. He was curious about that.

“Why did you ask me out?” you raised an eyebrow before he could get a word out.

“I’ll let you know in a minute.” he winked. “I’m more interested in you.”

“Like what?” you raised an eyebrow. “How interesting can I be?”

Keigo didn’t want to say he did extensive research on you and couldn’t find shit. It drove him crazy. It was making him go quite literally insane. He was more that interested. He was invested. When he didn’t answer, you sighed.

“You tell me first.” you crossed your arms. “I know your reputation proceeds you.” you raised a brow.

“Princess, that’s not how this works.” he tried to sound as if he was joking. “I ask the questions here.”

“Well it is today.” you shrugged. “Either we have an even exchange or you’re out of luck.” you shrugged. “You decide.”

Keigo stared blankly at you. You were a tough nut, that was for sure. Plus you sure as hell weren’t afraid of death. That must have meant you had no idea what he was capable of. Then again, it must have been your Hero Side taking a stance.

After what felt like a minute, he sighed in defeat. “...A friend of mine was killed by a hero.” he confessed. “You ever hear of someone called The Bronze Monk?”

“That name sounds familiar?” you raised an eyebrow. “He’s another hero, right? He can turn his fists into bronze.” You tried to recall.

“Mhm...He killed my friend.” Keigo clenched his fist. “I did 6 years because of him....”

“I don’t understand.” you raised an eyebrow. “What does that have to do with you?”

“This was while you were dominating the game I guess, so I don’t blame you for not knowing.” he shrugged and he slapped a hand on the table. “HIDEO! TWO BEERS.”

“So I’m confused. I heard The Bronze Monk died mysteriously...he fell from over 500 stories...”you paused. You took to time to noticed that Keigo has aired out his wings this time around. You didn’t even noticed he HAD wings. “It was all over the-...wait a second...You never said who your friend was.”

“She was a- she was a villain.” Keigo sighed. “She was like a sister to me and I was tryna get her to stop being so dumb...turn over a new leave and she was doing so well! Shit, but...one day she dumbly got into a fight with that asshole and I watched my friend die right there.” Keigo hitched his words slightly.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” you said sadly, regretting opening your big mouth. “I didn’t mean to-”

“No...it’s fine. I guess in order to move on I gotta talk about it right?” he sat up straight as the barkeep came back with two mugs and quickly stalked back off. “I was so blinded by my own anger. What type of hero would go out of their way to punish someone trying to make amends....” he seethed. “I flew him up to the tallest building in the city and dropped him...I only got off on good behavior...”

It finally all made sense, to you at least. You let what he said marinate and sit well...it felt surreal.

“So.” Keigo grabbed his glass and took a huge gulp. “I’ve said my peace. You’re turn.”

You stared at this guy for what felt like ages. Something told you that this guy couldn’t be trusted. All the alarms were going off at the same time...but for some reason-

“My parents wanted me to be a hero.” you said. “My quirk is hereditary, so it’s passed from person to person.” you shrugged. “I loved saving people, helping people...then-” you paused. “I saw how corrupt, and hateful, and disgusting these so-called heroes were...I lost someone important to me too.”

Keigo raised an eyebrow, suddenly interested. You took a swig of beer, trying to gather your thoughts. 

Keigo took note of the way you were fiddling with your left hand. Your thumb grazed over your ringer finger as if something was missing...something important.

“Who was the guy?” Keigo asked, snapping you out of your trance. He had a gut feeling he already knew, but he wanted to hear it from your mouth.

“...H-he was um...we dated since high school.” you shrugged. “We were a team, him and I.” you smiled at the memory. “When he turned his back on the hero world, they turned their back on him too.”

“Meaning?”

“They sold him out.” you choked. “They left him for dead and told me he would be okay. I should have gone back for him but they held me back, they told me there were other people that needed my help.”

“What happened when you learned the truth?” Keigo asked. He only knew that a poor hero lost his life, he didn’t know that the only other survivor just so happened to be his future wife.

“I had to choose...my friends and my morals or being a hero. If anyone knows just how two faced and conniving these people are, it’s me.” you shuddered. “I’ve met traitors, and killers disguised as good guys. At one point I couldn’t take it anymore and I gave up! Forget being number 1, forget status, forget everything...Being a hero...lost me everything.”

“Hm. Thank you for sharing that with me, Princess.” he replied. “It must have been hard to do...it’s nice to know you trust me so much.”

“It was only fair, I guess.” you boredly drank. “It not that big a deal.” you stared down at your fingers. “It was years ago, I’ve moved on.”

Keigo took note of how your mood faltered. He couldn’t have that.

“Hey, look at me?”

“Hm?” you looked up from your glass.

“I’m sure where ever your fiancé is, whatever he’s up to. He doesn’t blame you.” he put a hand over yours. “He wouldn’t hate you for moving on either.”

“He wouldn’t?” you narrowed your eyes. “How do you know?”

Keigo couldn’t answer, he just wanted to say something, anything, to put a smile on your face. It was like a second nature in such a short time. He wanted to be your hero. “It’s just a hunch...you shouldn’t be afraid to move on...sometimes all you need is a push out the nest.” he winked as his wings twitched behind his back.

“Bird humor? Really?” you scoffed.

“It’s what I do, princess.”

...

After the heavy and depressing, you don’t think you laughed that hard in years. 

“Wait hold on.” you stopped laughing. “Pause for a minute! You, with those big ass wings got your ass handed to you by some chump named ‘The weather man?’” you were crying from laughing so hard.

“He could control the wind!” he defended, also laughing. “You shoulda seen it!”

“Well maybe you need to exercise your quirk more.” you crossed your arms.

“As if you’re the master of your own.” he playfully rolled his eyes.

“As a matter of fact, I am!” you raised an eyebrow. “Shall I demonstrate?” you scooted out the booth and stood up. “Don’t blink or you might miss it.”

Keigo leaned back in his seat, now very interested in what you were about to display for him. He watched your eyes narrow in focus as you held your hands out in front of your face. Slowly, a very tiny tornado formed in your hands, small and handheld. This mini tornado was soon replaced by a tree sprouting out of the top. You waved your hand around and miraculously summoned rain out of your palm. 

“Okay Y/N, focus.” you mumbled. Suddenly, out of everything, a flame erupted from the center of your hand. 

He watched in awe, he had never heard of anyone with a quirk like this one before. With another flick of the hand, everything you had summoned disappeared. “Ta-da!”

“That was amazing.” he commented as your sat down. “What was that??”

“I come from a long line of ‘benders’. Funny name, I know.” you giggled. “I can bend another element...spirit. I can only do it when I’m really happy though.”

“Why didn’t you try that one?”

“...I said I can only do it when I’m happy.” you smiled sadly. It didn’t take long for Keigo to catch on. 

“Oh.” he raised a brow. “Sorry, I-”

“It’s alright.” you shook your head. “Ever since...he died...I’ve never been able to do it.” you shrugged. “Maybe one day I’ll be able to.”

“I’d love to witness that.” Keigo laced his fingers within yours, making your face heat up. “I bet it’s beautiful.”

“...S-shush.” you scoffed, looking away bashfully.

Suddenly the song changed, a slow jazz song began playing. A slow beat, with soft drums and what you could describe as a romantic saxophone.

“Dance with me.” he held out his hand. 

You smiled, rolling your eyes playfully as you took his hand and stood up. He guided you to the middle of the floor. he pulled you flush against his chest. The slow music seemed to drown out the hustle of the city noise outside. He hummed thoughtfully, singing to the tune for you. 

“You never told me.” you mused as you two moved in sync.

“Told you what, princess?”

“Why did you ask me out?”

“Truth be told, something drew me to you.”

“Like what?” you innocently stared. “What about me could possibly interest you?”

“Out of everything you’ve told me, everything really.” he bit his lip. “You’re amazing, everything about you.”

“You aren’t so bad yourself, Keigo.” you shyly replied. You turned around and rested your back against his chest. He rested his head in the divot of your shoulder. He wrapped his arms around your waist, guiding you along to the music. 

He was right, he wouldn’t leave you, not now. Not ever. 

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Go for it, princess.”

“If I admitted I was wrong about you, would you hold it against me?”

Keigo nearly froze. A shock was sent up his spine as the words left your lips. “You shouldn’t say things like that, princess.”

“How come?” you turned around to face him. 

“I want to-” he bit his lip. A gentle hand rested on the base of your neck, his thumb caressing your throat. He laid a kiss on your lips, passion dripping off of every peck. His tongue slipped through the small gap as he moaned against your mouth. You whimpered and shivered feeling his tongue dominate your mouth. He responded with sounds of his own. Shaky breathes and low groans.

You responded to his touch, allowing his hands to travel under your shirt. “Keigo.” you whimpered. Your feverishly ran your hands through his hair, practically gluing your bodies together. You felt his fingertips creep under shirt, dancing across your skin. “W-we can’t do this here.”

“You’re totally right.” he didn’t cease, instead opting to kiss down your neck. “So...my place or yours.”

You felt yourself lose all sense of direction. “Y-yours.”

“You’ve just opened up Pandora’s Box, princess.”

...

You fell back on his bed, crawling backwards. He rid himself of that jacket and his shirt, leaving him to flex his muscles, his wings, and everything. You stared up, trembling in anticipation. 

Your friends would probably kill you, but you didn’t particularly care. You hugged yourself, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. 

Keigo loved it. It meant you still had innocence flowing in your veins, not for long. He would toy with your brain. He would bend you to his will and drive you insane with lust. You would be the perfect sidekick for him. He stalked over to you, biting his lip. 

“Look at you.” he mused. “You’re so cute.” he giggled. He rested a knee at the edge of the bed, beginning to crawl towards you. 

You noticed his wings were spread wide, covering over you two like a shield.

“C-can I?”

“Go ahead Princess.” he smiled knowingly. He had the look as if he knew something you didn’t. You reached a trembling hand to gently brush his beautiful feathers. A low groan erupted from his throat.

“Oh my gosh! Am I hurting you?” you almost withdrew your hand back.

“Don’t stop...please.” he growled lowly. 

It was only then you realized, this was turning him on. You ran your hands through his feathers. They were soft, shiny even. 

“Enough!” he grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head. “Look at you, princess. All ready for me.” he laughed. “I wonder how wet I can make that pussy for me.” he used his other hand to fumble with the button of your jeans.

You trembled under his touch, feeling your pants slide down your legs. You were completely drowned in your own lust. A fire was prominent in your chest. You were shaking under his fingertips. 

“Enjoy this, princess.” he winked before crawling down. He lifted your shirt up and planted little kisses along your stomach. He grabbed the hem of your panties with his teeth and pulled them down. 

You were squirming in anticipation, waiting. 

“You smell so...so-” he didn’t finish his sentence because he had drove his tongue up your slit. A gasp escaped your lungs. Absentmindedly, you had grabbed a fist full of his hair. 

“Fuuuh~” you couldn’t speak. You weren’t even sure he’d be able to hear your over the sound of your wetness. You could feel your water dribble down your thighs. 

“Wrapped your legs around my head.” he growled, digging his nails into your thighs. “Grind that pussy against my tongue, princess.” 

You thrashed against his mouth, feeling warmth gather in the pit of your stomach. “Keigo!”

He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, making you cry out even louder. 

Keigo felt himself lose touch with everything, he was only focused on you in the moment. Fuck, was he hard too. Hearing your moans. Shit, he couldn’t wait to bury himself into you. 

“Baby, do you hear that?” he looked up at you as he promptly replaced his tongue with his fingers. “Listen.” he pumped his fingers into you. “You sound so fucking cute” he groaned, mimicking your soft whimpers. “It feels good, yeah?”

You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded. 

Suddenly, he yanked his fingers out of you. His head fell forward to rest on your pubic bone. He sounded as if he came just now even if it was you getting all the pleasure. 

Like a predator stalking after it’s prey he meet your eyes. He wore a sadistic grin with his bottom lip taken between his teeth. He sat up, fumbling with his belt buckle. 

“You ready for me, princess?”

“Yes, p-please?” you whimpered. 

Fuck, you couldn’t do that to him. He had a mind to tear you apart where you lay. Your jaw went slack as his cock was released from its restraints. Would that even- Inside you?! 

You felt it brush against you, slightly. You met his eyes and froze there. He was staring down at you. He looked absolutely feral. You could barely look away as he slid himself inside your throbbing hole. He painfully slowly rolled his hips into you. He twitched inside as he bucked his hips into you. 

“Look at how good we fit together. That’s right.” he managed through clenched teeth. “My cock was meant to be here. I was meant to fuck you.” he snarled. 

You tightened around his length as he thrust harder. “You’re so fucking beautiful, princess.” His jaw dropped again. “Say my name, please?”

“K-keigo.” you obeyed. You felt a warmth in your chest as well as your core. It was like a fire was being ignited in the pit of your soul. “I’m gonna-”

“Fuck! Don’t finish that sentence.” he snarled. “You don’t wanna know what I’m gonna do as a result.”

In a swift motion, you were suddenly staring down at Keigo. He had a death grip on your legs as he was now thrusting upwards. You had your hands on his chest in an attempt to support yourself.

“I think I like you more when you’re riding me.” he bit his lip. “You look so fucking sexy. Those moans, that body, your pretty fucking pussy-”

“Keigo, please! I can’t it anymore.”

“Oh yeah, you gonna cum? You wanna cum for me, baby?” he spoke in a babyish voice. “You wanna cum all over Papa Bird’s cock? Do it, do it for me...ARGH FUCK!”

You felt his warmth inside you at the exact same time you had came. He was shaking under you, rolling his hips upwards to relieve the friction he had caused. 

Keigo stared in amazement at a bright light erupted from your chest, a small bird in the shape of smoke began flying around the room.

“That would be spirit.” you laughed tiredly, watching the quirk you had thought died reactivate out of nowhere. 

“I hope you know...you can never leave me now.” Keigo sat up to lay kisses on your neck. “You’re mine now.”

(AND DONE! This was Hawks debut on the blog so lets all give hem a huge hello!)

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Hate To Think About You With Somebody Else - F.W.

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Fred and Y/N used to be friends with benefits, but that arrangement ended in heartbreak. Can Fred handle seeing her out with somebody else?

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+ NSFW. MINORS DNI. Mentions of alcohol, mentions of blood, small bit of violence/fight scene (the reader and Fred are not injured), possessive talk, fingering, degradation, bondage, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, a bit angsty with a happy ending. Please let me know if I’ve forgotten anything!

A/N: For @theweasleytwinsgirl​ who asked for the reader teasing Fred, leading to her being tied up! I added a bit of plot to it, because I cannot help it. Obviously, this fic is lightly inspired by “Somebody Else” by The 1975. I am not very confident in my smut writing abilities, so any feedback would be appreciated! I also feel I should thank @lumosandnoxwriting for giving me advice and reassurance throughout writing this. Pictures are from Pinterest.

I have not included all of my general taglist, because I do not know who is 18+ or who wants to be tagged in smut.

Fred, George, Angelina, and Alicia sat leisurely around the twins’ shared living room, laughing and giggling over drinks. The past few weeks had been hell at the shop, so the boys felt they needed a much deserved night to just relax. Previously, Fred would have liked nothing more than to relieve his tension with Y/N, but unfortunately, that was no longer an option. 

“Have you heard about Y/N and Pucey?” Angelina prodded with a giggle, her eyes alit with mischief. 

Fred’s jaw immediately clenched at the sound of her name, his grip on his glass tightening. He most certainly hadn’t heard about her in a few weeks, and he hadn’t expected to have such a visceral reaction at the mere mention of her name. Regaining his composure, he forced himself to relax a bit and quirk a brow, feigning both confusion and interest.

“No? They shagging?” George questioned, sitting forward in his seat.

“Apparently, but I guess it’s becoming a bit more serious than just that.” Angelina shrugged, turning her gaze to Alicia beside her for confirmation. When the second girl nodded, Fred downed another gulp of his drink.

That can’t be right, he thought. It hadn’t even been a month since the last time they had been together, Y/N pinned beneath him as breathy moans escaped her lips. In the dim light of his bedroom, she had whispered to him that her pussy was his, that she was his, and now, apparently, she was with someone else. Some part of him knew that he had no right to be upset, because truthfully, it was his choice to end their little arrangement. But she had left him no choice after breaking their number one rule.

Y/N and Fred had ventured past friendly acquaintanceship about a year before, after a few too many firewhiskys at an infamous Weasley twins’ party. The morning after, they had tiptoed around each other, clearly uncomfortable by the change in dynamic. But it didn’t take long for it to happen again, and again, and again. Before either of them had really realized it, they had become much more than friends but much less than really together, and Fred wanted to keep it that way. He wanted them to remain in that middle ground.

As far as he knew, Y/N was more than fine with where they stood with each other. Until one day, she wasn’t. He remembered clearly how she had bit her lip and gazed at him, only moments after finishing him off with her mouth. He had looked at her curiously, wondering where her usual, joking, post-coital self had gone. 

“Have you ever thought of me as more than, you know, just an easy fuck?”

Her words had shocked him, because they certainly weren’t the turn of phrase he would have used. He didn’t think of her as ‘an easy fuck,’ he thought of her as a friend. Someone he cared deeply for. But as he gazed into her desperate eyes, he was struck with the realization that he didn’t care for her the way she hoped. He had swallowed deeply, preparing his words in his mind, before shattering her heart.

Now, he wasn’t sure why he cared. Sure, he had thought about her a lot in the weeks they’d been apart, but he was always so sure that he had made the right choice. Relationships were messy, and he was young, so he had no intention to be tied down so soon. Still, the thought of her with Adrian Pucey made his blood boil, and he wished desperately that he could put an explanation to the feeling.

“Fred?” 

The sound of his name tore him from his thoughts of Y/N, and he quickly plastered on his signature goofy grin before sitting forward and re-immersing himself in the conversation. Still, in the back of his mind, images of Y/N and Adrian played on repeat, fueling a fire that he hadn’t realized was a lit within him.

-

A week later, Fred found himself at a party at Oliver Wood’s flat, celebrating a win for Puddlemere United. There was an array of different people there, ranging from his old Hogwarts team, to groupies, to people who had just showed up at the mention of a party. Fred had planned on getting drunk that night, but after seeing George and Lee sloppily grinding on a few witches in an intoxicated bliss, he decided maybe—for once—he would be the responsible one.

Fred had gone nearly an hour, just barely nursing a glass of firewhisky and chatting with old friends jovially, before his eyes landed on a familiar face entering the party. 

Fred was frozen at the eye contact they held, his first time seeing her in weeks. Y/N held the gaze for a moment, before turning to grip Adrian’s wrist behind her and drag him further into the party. If Fred thought he had a strong reaction to hearing about their relationship, it was nothing compared to actually seeing it. Fred slammed his drink down and walked away from the poor girl he had been chatting with without so much as an explanation.

“Let’s get out of here.” Fred clapped a hand down on George’s shoulder the moment he reached him, pulling his attention away from the girl dancing against him.

“Now?” George questioned incredulously, his brows raising. He gestured to the girl in his arms before returning a pleading look to his brother. “Come on, mate. This isn’t a great time.”

Fred knew he could convince his brother to leave if he explained, but his mouth felt entirely too dry. He couldn’t seem to formulate the words as to why he needed to get out of there. So, instead, he sighed and offered his brother a nod before retreating back to the outskirts of the people dancing.

Normally, Fred was the life of the party. By this point in the night, he’d usually be plastered and singing or dancing with no remorse. But seeing Y/N with a bloke like Pucey caused him to have an entire demeanor change, leaving him scowling leaned against the wall.

It didn’t take long for his eyes to find Y/N amongst those dancing, pressed closely to Pucey behind her. She was dancing provocatively, even turning in the man’s grasp every little bit to kiss him sloppily. At first, Fred had been almost certain that she was doing it on purpose. The way she was right in his line of vision, acting completely out of character in her open demeanor, it all felt like too much for him to handle. 

Then, she made eye contact with him, and held it, and he just knew. She was doing it on purpose. All of her actions had been a way to get him worked up, to see if he would get jealous, and dammit it was working. Fred chewed on the inside of his cheek, holding her gaze as she grinded her bum against Pucey. She held his gaze as she slowly craned her neck and pulled Adrian into a searing kiss, her eyes back on Fred the moment the two pulled apart.

That was the final straw for Fred. He wasn’t going to stand idly by while she taunted him so openly, showing him everything he was missing. So, he pushed through the crowd of people and found his way to the two of them, ignoring the small smirk that had risen on her face. 

“Y/N,” He breathed out, just loud enough for her to hear over the music. Suddenly, he was entirely unsure of his next move, but he desperately wanted to regain control over the situation. So, he said the first thing that came to mind. “Do you want to get out of here?”

“Oi, what the hell, Weasley?” Adrian paused his dancing, although his hands remained gripped on Y/N’s waist. “Can’t you see we’re a little busy here?”

Fred completely ignored the man at first, his eyes never leaving Y/N. He could see by the look on her face that he had played exactly into what she wanted, but with the jealousy coursing through him, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. She smirked slightly at Fred before craning her neck to look back at Adrian, almost as if she were challenging him to fight for her further. 

“I can see,” Fred seethed, finally looking up at Adrian. “I can see a poor girl not having a very good time. So, I’m offering her a better option. Why don’t you let her decide?”

Adrian scoffed, taking a small step back from Y/N but keeping one hand on her hip. He looked down at her, waiting expectantly for her to deny any desire to go off with Fred. When she simply glanced between the two of them, Adrian’s brows furrowed and a look of offense overtook his features.

“Come on, Y/N.” He pleaded. “Tell him.”

Y/N bit down on her lip, the action only infuriating Adrian further. He looked at her incredulously before scoffing and turning his head away.

“Should’ve known a desperate little slut like you couldn’t be loyal.”

In an instant, Fred pushed Y/N out of the way and landed a hard blow to Adrian’s jaw. Y/N was dazed, everything seeming to move in slow motion as all eyes turned on them. Adrian had faltered only for a moment, cupping his jaw in his hand before straightening up and lunging towards Fred.

Luckily, George and Lee were there after a moment, tearing Adrian away and threatening to pummel him as they marched him towards the door. Y/N knew Fred wouldn’t need their help in a fight, but she was still grateful that a full out brawl hadn’t occurred because of her. Y/N rushed to Fred, cradling his fist in her hand and glancing up at his eyes.

“Are you okay?” Her voice was soft, but the music had stopped, so he could hear her.

“‘m fine.” He answered curtly, glancing between the way she held his hand and her eyes. “So, can we get out of here?”

Y/N’s lips formed into a tight line, so as to conceal the smirk that desperately wanted to break through. She offered him a quick nod, and in an instant he was dragging her out the door and apparating her back to his flat.

The moment that they were in Fred’s room and the door shut, his lips were on hers. Her back was pressed up against his door, desperate little moans leaving her mouth as she reveled in the feeling of having him against her once more. Fred took the opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth when her lips parted, taking full control of the situation.

Y/N was more than content to let him take over, having missed him in their time apart more than she would ever like to admit. Of course, the feelings she still held for him lingered strongly, but she tried not to think about that as Fred pressed himself further against her. Adrian had been nothing more than a distraction, a feeble hope that she had held onto as a way to get over the tall red head, but it clearly hadn’t worked. She felt a bit bad, because she knew Adrian cared about her far more deeply than she did him, but she also knew she had made it clear she didn’t want a relationship. The irony was sickening.

“That was quite a show you were putting on tonight.” Fred pulled away from her breathlessly, his eyes tracking up and down her body.

“Yeah?” Y/N cocked her head to the side, feigning innocence. “I don’t know what you mean, I was just having a bit of fun.”

A low growl crawled out of his throat as he pressed his lips to hers once more, using more force than previously. Y/N squeaked at the intensity, but quickly melted into him. His hands trailed up and down her sides as she rested her own around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

Fred’s hands finally made their way to the hem of her shirt, his fingers ghosting over the skin of her stomach and sending a shockwave throughout her. Slowly, he trailed his fingers up, raising her shirt up in his wake. Y/N was quick to oblige, breaking away from him to allow him to tear the garment off completely. 

For a moment, Fred’s eyes trailed over her slightly revealed form, drinking in the way she looked half-naked. He hadn’t realized how much he missed seeing her like this, and he found that his breath hitched at even the littlest bit of exposure.

As his eyes met her pleading ones, he quickly recovered. Their passion resumed in an instant as he pressed his lips to hers once more, spinning her away from the door and walking her backwards towards his bed. Y/N allowed him to lightly push her back onto it, her heart fluttering at the sudden gentleness of his actions. She’d always loved the dominance he held over her, but something about what was happening between them now felt different. But, as he draped his body over her own, all of her hopes of actual romance melted away and her mind was entirely clouded with just the appeal of him.

Y/N arched herself against Fred, giving him the space to unclasp her bra. He slid the straps down her arms slowly, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and neck, until he finally met the tops of her breasts. He cast her bra aside, shooting her one last look before taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth. Y/N moaned at the contact, her fingers immediately threading themselves through his flaming hair. As his teeth gently grazed her nipple she gave his hair a tug, causing him to moan against her.

Fred continued his trail downward, planting kisses down her torso until he made it to the band of her leggings. Y/N lifted her hips and Fred held eye contact with her as he slowly pulled them down her legs. Y/N realized that he seemed to be drawing all of this out, pushing her to the point of pure desperation to make her pay for teasing him all night. Still, she bit her tongue and held back any thoughts of pleading with him, she couldn’t give in that easy.

When she was left in nothing but her panties, Fred sat back on his knees and leisurely unbuttoned his shirt. Y/N watched him intently, her frustration increasing significantly, until she could no longer contain it. She let out a desperate whine, pleading with the man with her eyes alone.

“Something wrong, love?” Fred cocked his head to the side and smirked.

“Freddie,” Y/N whined, the nickname feeling foreign yet fitting on her tongue.

Fred discarded his shirt before circling his hand around on of her ankles and hitching it up on his shoulder. He placed a soft kiss to the inside of her ankle before slowly trailing kisses back up her leg towards her thigh. Y/N shuttered as his lips ghosted over her clothed pussy, her eyes squeezing shut.

“Please.”

Fred looped one finger under the hem of her lace panties, but made no effort to pull them down. When a low chuckle escaped his lips, Y/N knew she was in trouble. Her eyes flew open once more, immediately meeting his darkened, lust-filled ones.

“Did you really think I’d give in that easy?” Fred mocked, punctuating his question by snapping the band of her underwear. “You tease me all night, putting on a show for me, acting like a desperate little slut.” He paused to wet his lips, drinking in the soft moan that escaped from her lips. “That is what you are, isn’t it?”

“Only for you, Freddie.” 

“Really?” Fred scoffed, sitting back up to begin fiddling with his belt. Y/N raised herself up on her forearms, desperation and arousal pooling in her core. “Because it didn’t seem that way tonight.” Fred’s tongue darted out of his mouth, swiping over his bottom lip as he gazed at her hungrily. “Think maybe I might need to remind you whose slut you are. What do you think?”

She whimpered, but managed a feeble nod. In their previous times together, her and Fred were nothing if not adventurous in the bedroom. Still, as he waved his wand and bound her wrists to his headboard, she couldn’t help but gasp and lightly fight against the restraints. Fred held a devilish smirk at her plight as he stood from the bed and sat his wand back down.

Fred crawled back over her, his intense dominance faltering for just a moment as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Still remember the safe word, yeah?”

“Yes, Freddie.” She managed to speak, although it was difficult. Fred leaned back and searched her eyes for a moment before leaning in and placing a soft kiss to her lips. After that, any sense of gentleness faded.

Fred’s lips sucked and bit at her neck hungrily, one of his large hands trailing down to rub her through her panties while the other massaged her breast. Y/N’s thighs clamped around his hand, which quickly earned her a light swat to her hip.

“Stay still, or I’ll have no problem tying your legs up too.” Fred growled against her neck.

Y/N quickly obliged, spreading her legs further open. While previously she may have been more inclined to push Fred a bit, her mind was too clouded with lust to do anything but obey him. After weeks of mediocre sex with Adrian, she was ready to completely give herself over to Fred, and let him have her in anyway he wanted.

Fred’s hand pushed the fabric of her panties aside, allowing one finger to drag through her wet folds. She was already soaking wet for him, despite the fact he’d hardly touched her. Without a warning, he plunged one finger into her, lightly moaning at the way she constricted around him. Y/N’s back arched ever so slightly against him, tugging futilely against her bound wrists. He set a steady pace, thrusting his finger in and out of her before adding another and scissoring the two. He changed pace after a moment, beginning to curl his fingers up into her as his thumb rubbed circles against her waiting clit. The pressure in her core grew quickly from that, and she couldn’t help the way she loudly moaned out.

“Right there, yes, oh god…”

Fred was now smirking as he pulled away from her neck, significantly satisfied with the many markings he’d left as well as how quickly he could bring her to this point. He knew her body like the back of his hand, he knew her signs for when she was close, and it made it so much easier to enact his plan.

Just as Y/N was teetering on the edge, desperate whines and random babbles leaving her lips, Fred pulled his hand away. She let out a frustrated and confused groan, her eyes flying open as she felt the build up slowly slip away. Fred just grinned at her, before getting off the bed and ridding himself of his trousers and boxers. He lazily stroked himself as he took her in, chest heaving and covered in a light sheen of sweat, completely at his mercy. She had stopped her attempts at fighting her restraints, looking at him like she were almost defeated. In her mind, she’d begun to fear the very real possibility that Fred wouldn’t let her cum at all.

“You seem frustrated.” Fred cooed mockingly, coming to lean back over her and gently brush her cheek. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Fred.” Y/N spoke firmly, though her eyes portrayed her fears. “You’ve got to let me finish.”

“Hm.” Fred seemed to ponder that, leaning back to slowly pull her panties down her legs. “I don’t think I have to do anything. In fact, I could just leave you here all tied up and needy.”

“Please,” Y/N whined, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. “I’m sorry, okay? Is that what you want to hear?”

“It’s a start.” Fred tutted, finally discarding her panties aside. He leaned down near her ear once more, his warm breath sending a chill down her spine. “What I’d really like, though, is to hear how much you need me. Wanna hear you say it.”

“Please, Freddie, I need your cock so bad. Need you to ruin me.” Y/N cried out, losing all sense of dignity as her sex-addled brain took over. Fred had intended to tease her much longer, but her desperate pleas were going straight to his cock, and he couldn’t hold out any longer.

“That’s all you had to say, love.”

Fred hitched her leg around his hip, gripping his cock in his free hand. He teased the head through her wet folds, shivering at the moan she let out from just the smallest contact. Then, he pushed his hips forward, not stopping until he was completely buried in her. Their low moans mixed together in the quiet of the room, Fred being careful not to move until he was sure she had adjusted to his size.

“Fuck, I forgot how fucking good you feel.” He groaned, burying his face in her neck.

“Move… Please.”

He needed no further encouragement. Fred pulled out about halfway before snapping his hips back forward, setting a brutal but steady pace. Y/N’s loud moans and Fred’s grunts mixed together, accompanied only by the sound of their skin on skin contact. Y/N could feel her orgasm building again as his dick hit her g-spot with every thrust, and she was almost embarrassed by how quickly he could bring her to this point. 

“‘m so close, Freddie.” Y/N breathed out, knowing it would only infuriate him further if she came without his permission.

“Already?” Fred scoffed, although he knew he wasn’t far behind. 

Still, he wasn’t ready for things to end so soon, so he pulled out completely, ignoring the desperate whine that left her throat. He pulled both of her legs together and pushed her knees up against her chest, holding her ankles together with one hand before thrusting back into her desperate cunt. The new position allowed him to hit deeper within her as he thrust downward, causing Y/N to scream out. The pain was delicious, it was everything she had longed for in their time apart.

“You really think you deserve to cum?” Fred grunted, landing a particularly hard thrust into her. “After everything you pulled tonight?”

“Please.” Y/N whined. She was so close, she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it if he stole another orgasm from her.

“Answer the question, slut.” Fred demanded, his pace quickening ever so slightly. “That’s what you are, isn’t it? A desperate little cum slut.”

“Yes.” Y/N cried out. “But only for you, Freddie. Just a slut for you.”

“That’s right.” Fred’s rhythm had begun to falter, approaching his own orgasm quickly. Still, he was unsure if he’d let her finish or not. “You’re my little slut. Only I get to call you that, right?”

“Yes, Freddie.” Y/N whined, beginning to tug again on her restraints. She wanted nothing more than to scrape her nails down his back, but being completely at his mercy turned her on endlessly.

“Good.” Fred was close, so fucking close, but he had made his decision. So he had to hold off. “Cum for me, then. You’ve earned it.”

That was all the encouragement she needed, and as Fred hit one more thrust into her g-spot she was tumbling over the edge. Electricity seemed to shoot all throughout her body as she loudly moaned out his name. Her legs were shaking and she was certain she’d be sore tomorrow, but she had little time to care about that as he continued to pound into her.

Y/N knew Fred well, just as well as he knew her, so she knew he was close. Her mind felt almost entirely blank and she wasn’t sure she had much energy for anything, but she wanted to bring him to his release badly. So, she clenched around him, a moan leaving her lips when he stuttered and groaned. His thrusts were faltering significantly, and after a few moments he was crying out her name as he finished in her. 

Fred pulled out and dropped her legs before crashing down next to her. He knew that he needed to untie her, but they also both just needed a moment to breathe. All that could be heard was the sounds of their mixed pants as they both came down from their highs. Once he was significantly more relaxed, he gripped his wand and swished it lazily, effectively removing the restraints she was held in.

Y/N hands dropped down and she quickly went to rub at her wrists, but Fred was quick to bat her hands away and do it himself. He examined both wrist closely, seeming to want to ensure that they were okay.

“They weren’t too tight, were they?” Fred implored after a moment. His genuine concern made her heart flutter, and she couldn’t help herself as she leaned in and placed a soft kiss to his lips.

“No, they were perfect—all of it was perfect.” She sighed as she pulled away from him. Her general cognition was beginning to return, and with it her fears of all of the pain she had gone through in the past etched their way through.

Sure, Fred had clearly gotten jealous at the party. Then, he had gotten possessive and claimed her in the bedroom. But that didn’t necessarily mean that he harbored the same feelings for her that she had for him. The fear nearly paralyzed her, and she wasn’t sure if she should quickly redress and flee the room or implore what this all meant. Luckily, he answered her internal questioning before she even had to ask.

“I don’t want to see you out with Pucey.” Fred sighed, his eyes not meeting hers. “Which is a total prat thing to say, but it’s true. I don’t want to see you out with any bloke, really.”

“Fred…” Y/N spoke tentatively, her eyes begging him to speak further.

“I want you, Y/N. Like, really.” Fred finally met her gaze. “Not just in my bed.”

“What, do you want me on the couch too?” Y/N tried to joke, hoping it would cover up her nervous tone. But it didn’t. So, her voice became soft. “Don’t get my hopes up, Freddie.”

“I’m being serious.” He shook his head. “I want to take you out on fancy dates, or watch movies with you on my couch. Bloody hell, I want to bring you to my parent’s house for Sunday dinners. I don’t know, I’m not good at this. Whatever it is that couples do.”

“Fred Weasley,” A small smile had begun to grow on Y/N’s face. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Yes.” Fred answered earnestly. “That is, only if you’re going to say yes. Otherwise, this was all just a joke—”

Y/N shut him up by pressing her lips to his, her mouth still curled upwards in a smile. It was impossible to hide the genuine happiness that his words brought her.

“Yes.” She answered softly as she pulled away.

A similar smile began to grow on Fred’s face as he completely registered her words, and he couldn’t help but dive back in for another kiss. Y/N was his, completely. Something he’d probably wanted for so long, but had simply been too daft to realize it. Now, as he held her in his arms, he promised himself he’d never make such a mistake again.

Tagging a few 18+ mutuals from my usual taglist: @wand3ringr0s3 @gcdric @theweasleysredhair 

[omgbrunettegirl]

Nothing feels better -Erling Haaland.

You remember the first time you saw him like it was yesterday, all smiles and flushed cheeks. 

Your friend asked you to come along to a party with her. The guy she liked would be there, and you figured she wanted moral support. The place was lively with loud music, people dancing, talking and drinking.

Walking through she found her guy. You smiled seeing how shy she got from being in his presence , you could tell she liked him a lot. He guided the two of you to a group of people, mostly men. A tall blonde quickly caught your attention.

You would be lying if you said you did not know who he was; everyone in Dortmund knew who Erling Haaland was. Conversation flowed smoothly, the group was nice and funny and the fact that you could steal glances at the handsome blonde was a plus. You were having a good time, after a few drinks the booze had kicked in, you felt relaxed and a little dizzy. 

"I'm going to get another drink, does anyone want something?." you announced as you got up, everyone took the opportunity to ask for one. 

"That'll take me a couple of trips." your friend laughed lightly at your comment.

"I'll help you." a certain blonde got up and stood in front of you with a soft smile which you returned. Both of you went to the kitchen to get what everyone requested.

You opened the fridge while he leaned against the countertop with his arms crossed.

"So...Are you from Dortmund?." he suddenly asked. Turning around to look at him and you answered. 

"No, I'm not, in fact I'm not even from Europe." He nodded and kept his eyes on the floor.

The gesture made you furrow your eyebrows, around his friends he was lively and outspoken but alone with you he got shy and silent.

"Where are you from?." it was your turn to ask while passing him bottles.

"From Norway" he said with a little smile.

"Do you like it here?." closing the fridge you leaned against it looking at him.

"Yes." such a short answer made you raise an eyebrow, figuring that maybe he didn't want to talk, you only gave him a nod. 

Separating from the refrigerator you started to walk but his voice stopped you.

"Sorry… that was awkward." he shook his head from side to side with a nervous smile and avoided your eyes.

"No worries." you said with a smile. "Have you been living here a long time?."  you placed the bottles in the aisle that was in the middle of the kitchen, then you hopped on it, leaving you in front of him. 

"Not really, roughly a year… how about you?."

"Roughly two years."

"You win then." he said with a smile and finally looking at your eyes, how pretty those eyes were.

"I didn't realize it was a competition." you chuckled a little and he did the same. When the laughs died down both of you were just looking at each other. You looked at him from his feet to his face

Locking eyes,he had a knowing smile on his face which made you bite your lip lightly, an action that didn't go unnoticed.

He was about to talk but got interrupted by an exasperated voice.

"Where have you guys been?." your friend entered the kitchen. The drinks.

"Sorry, we got distracted." Erling replied before you could say anything, avoiding your friend's look. The three of you walked back to where the group was ,the rest of the night going smoothly until it was time to go.

You were standing outside the apartament waiting for your friend who was talking with her date.

"Hi." turning around you were faced with a shy Erling.

"Hello." avoiding your eyes again he stays silent for a bit before asking 

"Do you have Instagram?.

You were unable to stop the smile that came to your face, seeing such a tall and seemingly strong man looking so nervous was quite the sight.

"Doesn't everyone these days?." the little teasing made him smile.

"Can I have yours?." after you nodded he passed you his phone. You two said goodbye to each other.

"What was that?." your friend asked with a smile.

"Nothing… I just gave him my Instagram"

"Right...then why are you smiling so big?" before she said that you didn't realize the huge grin plastered on your face, you dismissed rolling your eyes, she simply laughed and hooked your arms together.

You never thought someone could become so important in such a short amount of time. Since that night at the party the two of you talked almost everyday, first through social media and then exchanging numbers. You loved talking to him, and once he felt more comfortable things flowed so nicely. The first time he told you you looked pretty in one of your pictures you felt like a teenager fangirling over her crush.

You were pretty sure he felt just as nervous as you the first time the two of you went out, he wore a light blue hoodie that made him look adorable. He was a gentleman, opening doors for you and making sure you were comfortable. The little park you went to was beautiful and calm, low profile of course. You ate there and talked about everything and nothing,and something about him made you feel like you could say anything. 

"You look beautiful." he complimented you all of the sudden, and you could have sworn he blushed.

"So do you… I mean, you look handsome."

"Thank you." he laughed.

When the two of you returned to your house, you lingered at the entrance, not wanting to leave.

"I had fun." you said, which made him smile.

"Me too." he seemed to think before he raised his hand and moved a strand of your hair behind your ear. You looked at him and nodded, he slowly leaned in and kissed your cheek, you closed your eyes at the feeling of his soft lips and the smell of his cologne. Just as slowly he separated from you.

"I would like to repeat this." he told you with red cheeks and the softest of smiles.

"Me too… Good night."

"Good night."

He turned around and started to walk to his car. You leaned against the wall of the elevator touching your cheek with the cheesiest smile. Little did you know that Erling was touching his lips in his car with the same smile.

The first kiss. That memory would always make your heart pound. The two of you have been seeing each other a lot, truth to be told, but you didn't know if you were dating or not, the topic was never discussed. But in that moment you couldn't care less, you were chopping onions while Erling just watched because that boy couldn't cook to save his life.

"The fact that you can't cook is such a football player trait."

"Is that an insult, young lady?" he raised an eyebrow playfully.

"Young lady?, you are not that older than me Haaland, only a year" apparently he didn't like that because he furrowed his eyebrows and had a slight pout.

"Don't call me that…My name is Erling."

You laughed and nodded but that didn't seem enough for him, he stood behind you and turned you around by the waist.

"Do you promise to only call me Erling?." his hands on your waist and being trapped against his body were not letting you think clearly, looking up at him you nodded again.

"Tell me." he demanded. You rolled your eyes playfully.

"Yes… Erling." he finally smiled.

"Good." he kept looking at you but not saying anything.

"What?." you asked, a little nervous.

"I just like seeing you look up to me." he said smugly, you felt your face get a little hot.

"I have no choice." both of you laughed.

Suddenly something about the energy in the room changed, he slowly leaned in, unsure but wanting at the same time, his face only inches away from yours,he whispered.

"Can I kiss You?." instead of answering you closed the distance between the two of you but accidentally bumped noses, both of you giggled which calmed your nerves a little bit. He softly pressed his lips against yours,you closed your eyes enjoying the feeling. He took your hands and brought them to his neck and then returned them to your waist, then moved them to your back so that he caressed gently, your lips moved softly against his. The feeling of the kiss, the smell of his cologne and the distant sound of the cars on the street made the moment perfect. Moving your hands to the back of his neck ,you scratched the nape a little bit. He separated a little from your lips and murmured.

"Keep doing that, beautiful." you happily obliged and let yourself get lost in the feeling of such a perfect moment.

The cuddles. The two of you were in his apartment watching some Netflix series but you weren't really paying attention. Your head was on his chest, and the sound of his heartbeat mixed with the feeling of him caressing your hair was making you sleepy.

"You have to stop that… I'm going to fall asleep." his chest vibrated while he laughed. 

"That's okay."

"No it's not… I don't come here to sleep." you say while sitting up.

"What do you come for then?." he sits as well and brings you to his arms.

"For the great view of your balcony." you sarcastically reply.

"Very funny dear." he rolls his eyes and then drops a kiss to your forehead.

"Listen… training is going to start soon, I'm afraid we are not going to be seeing each other a lot." he said a little sad.

"Oh… that's okay, we can facetime, text, or call each other."

"It's not the same." he whined a bit.

"Don't act like a baby Haaland." you said before thinking.

"What did you just call me?." he asked.

"Oh please, you're still on that?." you laughed at his somewhat offended face.

"Yes." he said seriously.

"Alright… I'm sorry."you giggled.

"I'm sorry what?." he asked while grabbing your thighs and bringing you to his lap.

"Are you kidding?." you questioned while placing your hands on his chest. 

"Do I look like I'm kidding?." he crossed his arms. You rolled your eyes and leaned in.

"Don't get like that… Erling." you said against his lips, he smiled and caressed your hips.

"Good girl." was the last he said before connecting your lips.