#Well see y’all tomorrow night everyone o

[somegrumpynerd]

Okay I’m going to sleep right after I post this but I need to write it down so I don’t forget

Does anyone know if there’s a canon way Killer got his name? Like other Sanses are usually named after their au (Horror, Fell, Outer, etc.) but his au is Something New, so did he choose it himself or was it given to him?

I’m only asking because I have a fun idea for my truce au about it

[misslavenderlady]

A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock ‘N Roll - Chapter 3

Summary: The Lost Boys take Michael out for a night of fun so he doesn't feel as homesick. But when trouble comes their way, will the night be spoiled?

TW: Chapter contains Surf Nazis and homophobia (the F slur is used once)

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Michael proved to be wonderful company to the vampires all night long. He could talk a mile a minute about all the crazy shenanigans that went on back in his hometown, and it kept everyone hanging on his every word. When the boys shared crazy stories of their own, he seemed quite eager to listen, no doubt interested in them as well. It pleased David immensely to see Michael adjust to their group so easily. He’d definitely make a fine pack member once he was turned.

When that would be, David was not yet sure. He just wanted to get to know Michael a little more for the time being. 

Of course, with Michael being the only human of the bunch, he was the one to get tired the quickest as the night went on. At one point he yawned and stretched, clearly ready to go to bed. Even if he was having a good time, he still needed to sleep.

“Well, I reckon I better head back home,” he said, standing up from his seat. “Gotta be ready for my chores in the mornin’”

“Laaaaame!” Paul teased. “Can’t you just ditch them or something?”

Michael snickered and shook his head, amused by both the eagerness of his new friends to spend extra time with him and their lack of understanding about farm work.

“Nah, ‘fraid I can’t do that. You gotta be up before the crack o’ dawn for some of the stuff you gotta do. Grandpa can’t do it all himself with his age and Sammy will give me hell if I leave it all on him”

The others were still bummed to say goodbye, but they made promises to see him again soon and hang out together. David offered to escort Michael back to where their rides were parked so that he wouldn’t get lost in the cave or hurt himself. With a tip of his hat to the others, Michael headed out with the vampire.

Waves of the ocean crashed onto the rocks and sand by the main entrance of the cave, the briny smell of the water filling the air. It was something quite familiar to David but foreign to Michael. Glancing over at the human as they walked the path, David could clearly see a hint of sadness on the boy’s face.

“You okay, Michael?” He asked while pulling a fresh cigarette out of his pocket. He could see Michael shaking his head ‘no’ in the glow of the lighter he flicked open.

“To be honest, I’m feelin’ a little homesick…” Michael admitted. He kicked his boot against the ground, punting a small stone further down the area. “Don’t get me wrong, y’all have been mighty nice company, but…this place sure ain’t the Texas I know and love. I miss just ‘bout everything back home..”

David frowned as he puffed on his cigarette, smoke slipping between his downturned lips. He could imagine why being here would be so difficult for Michael. A sense of longing to help the brunet boy feel better was tugging at David. The two places were incredibly different, but perhaps he could show Michael that Santa Carla could be quite exciting if you knew where to look. 

“Tell you what, Michael,” David said, placing a hand on his back as a comforting gesture. “How about you meet me and the boys down at the amusement park on the boardwalk tomorrow night? We could show you a fun night on the town to help you take your mind off of things”

The idea alone helped Michael perk up a bit. He looked at the vampire with a gleam in his eye and a happy expression on his face.

“Oh really? That would be really nice of y’all!” he smiled. “What about Star and Laddie?”

He had to keep himself from frowning at such a question. Why does he want to hang out with her so much? David didn’t know why that thought came to his head, but he pushed it away so it didn’t bother him so much.

“Star usually takes Laddie out on little adventures. They really like going to concerts in particular,” David explained. “Let’s have a guys' night together! I’m sure me and the boys will keep you plenty of company”

Michael’s grin only widened more at the idea, his perfect teeth shining under the moonlight. As David stared more at it, he thought about how nice a set of fangs would look for him as well. How nice Michael’s smile was already. He really didn’t know why he was thinking about it so much, but thankfully, the brunet didn’t notice how much he was staring.

“I’d really like that! Y’all can count me in”

By the time he gave his answer, the two of them had finally made their way to their rides. Michael hopped onto the seat of his ATV, the engine roaring to life as he turned the key in the ignition. It really was an impressive ride. David would have to consider trying it out for himself some time.

For the time being, he simply gave Michael a small smile before telling him to be there at 9 pm the next night. The southern boy nodded eagerly before reaching out a hand for David to shake as a “goodbye” gesture. With the other hand, he tilted his hat like he had done several times before that evening.

“It was mighty nice meetin’ ya, David. See you tomorrow!”

With that, Michael gunned the engine and turned his ride to take off into the night and head back home. David was left behind, watching the ATV and Michael himself disappear more and more with the growing distance. As he inhaled another puff of smoke from his cigarette, he glanced down at the hand he shook with Michael before.

Part of him wished he had taken off his glove to properly feel Michael’s hand. Maybe next time he’d get the chance.

“David, you’re fidgeting again”

It was the third time that night that one of the Lost Boys pointed out how restless their leader was acting. Dwayne was the one to speak up this time, leaning over the railing with Marko and Paul while David stood off to the side, anxiously twisting his leather gloves in between his hands.

He usually hated going without his gloves when he wasn’t hunting. Having such a personal part of his skin exposed for others to see wasn’t something he was entirely comfortable with. It made him feel rather vulnerable, yet he never really figured out why. Perhaps it was a connection to his former life as a human that he had just forgotten about. 

But tonight was different. He’d go without them and spend some time with Michael and the others and get a little out of his comfort zone. It certainly couldn’t hurt to try.

“Fine, I’ll just put these away for now,” David said to Dwayne, begrudgingly putting the gloves into his coat pocket. He figured he might as well keep his hands in his pockets as well since it would probably stop his fidgeting. Any focus he had was now on looking down the boardwalk, waiting for any sign of Michael to show up. All of the boys were incredibly anxious to see their new friend again.

“FWEEEEET!!!”

The shrill, deafening sound of a whistle filled the section of the boardwalk, annoying and startling various pedestrians that were nearby. It didn't take the boys long to figure out that it was Michael. 

Sure enough, the cowboy himself came into view, his fingers curled against his mouth in a way that had created such a powerful whistle. When he figured the others had noticed them, he used the hand to wave eagerly while sprinting over to their spot. 

"Hey, y'all!" he greeted the Lost Boys. His getup was similar to the one from the night before, only this time his shirt and flannel were both black in color. It seemed like in his own, unique way he was trying to match the aesthetic of the boys. 

Of course, his country-style appearance made it so he was way off the mark, but at least it was the thought that counted. 

"How's it hangin', Mikey?" Paul said. He, Dwayne, and Marko snickered to themselves, already enjoying the new nickname. David would have joined in if he wasn't frozen in place. 

"Sure is a fine night out!" Michael smiled. "I been workin' like a dog all day long and I sure could use a bit of fun"

By some miracle David was able to shake himself out of his stuck position, putting a charismatic smile on his face and slapping a hand onto Michael's shoulder. 

"Well you came to the right place, Michael," David said. "You won't find a better park than the one here in Santa Carla"

The other boys jumped off of the railing so they could join Michael and David. They eagerly motioned for the human to follow them into the amusement park so they could show him the best rides first. 

If there was anything the Lost Boys liked most about the boardwalk it was the crazy rides they could go on. They were already such adrenaline junkies and the lack of humanity they had allowed them to enjoy anything that was fast and wild without fear of danger. Marko loved roller coasters, Paul went wild for the tilt-a-whirl and Dwayne just liked anything that flipped you upside down. 

To their utter joy, Michael was just as excited to go on the chaotic rides. He probably cheered the loudest out of all of them, hands raised high in the air on each one so he could truly feel the rush. 

It pleased David the most to see Michael so happy. It was a very good thing for him to associate them with something that brought him joy. That just made the job Max gave them that much easier. 

Still, as the bleach-blond kept his eyes on the human, he couldn't help but want to stretch out this fun. Their sire may be a total stick in the mud but at least he was a patient man. David just hoped that patience would last a bit longer so he could hang out with Michael more. 

The boys were all extra giggly from the rush of the rides, and Michael was just as happy. They all wandered through the park together, leaning on one another, practically drunk from the excitement. 

"Hey, Michael," David spoke up. "Let me show you my favorite ride here"

The brunet boy was more than happy to follow David, curious as to where they were going. The others trailed behind as well, knowing exactly where their leader was going. 

It didn't take long for the group to find the real crown jewel of the park; the carousel. 

Sure, it wasn't a crazy ride like all the other things they'd been on, but it was still quite special. It was the oldest ride there, the various horses, seats, and detailed designs being around for decades now. It was especially meaningful to David because he had seen the grand unveiling of it long ago. Even with modern updates, the carousel still held some sentimental value. 

It was a reminder of how long David had been around. All the things he'd got to witness because of what he was. To share his love of it with someone so new to the group as Michael was a big deal for him. 

"Oh my stars," Michael gasped, truly taken aback by the appearance. "It sure is a sight to see!"

He tilted his hat upward to allow a better view of the ride. While Marko, Paul, and Dwayne each slipped past the gate and jumped onto the carousel, David turned to Michael and held out his hand for the human to take. It was a simple gesture to help him get on, but it also served as a test. David didn't want Michael to react negatively to the cold touch of his hand. So many potential preys in the past had tensed at his icy skin. 

But that didn't happen this time. Michael was just happy to join his friends on the ride, and taking David's hand didn't bother him one bit. That small act of trust was a lot more valuable to the vampire than he'd ever realized. 

To no surprise, Michael took a seat on one of the horses, climbing on as he'd most certainly do with a real one. Despite not usually riding on the seats, David humored him, hopping onto the one right next to Michael. The others were content with walking across the path and being a nuisance to patrons on the ride, but David didn’t mind. It was good to just be with the human for a bit.

“Having fun, Michael?” the vampire asked, trying to speak loud enough over the calliope playing old-fashioned tunes. 

“You betcha!” the human chirped, a goofy smile stuck on his face. “This sure does make me think of home. We only get the county fair during the summer and fall months, so it don’t stick around much longer than that. It’s real nice having somethin’ like this year-round”

If David didn’t know any better, he could have sworn Michael’s eyes were shining a bit brighter than before. Perhaps it was the colorful lights reflecting off of them. It certainly looked nice.

“Gotta say though, the set-up ain’t total chaos like back home. The stuff at the fair is put together with a shit-load of duct tape and prayer. You gotta be double back-boned if you’re gonna try that stuff out”

It was hard not to chuckle at the odd phrases that he loved to say. It wasn’t anything mean-spirited, just pure amusement. David had been around a long time, but he could honestly say he never met a human like Michael before. 

“Who knows, Michael? Maybe with a little time, this will truly feel like your new home,” the blond said with a smile. Not only would Santa Carla be home for Michael, but the Lost Boys would be happy to act as his new family. So much so that it was feeling less and less like a chore for Max. 

It wasn’t long before the carousel screeched to a halt, letting the people on the ride know it was time to let others in line have a turn. The Lost Boys all jumped off the side, sneaking out from the back of the ride so none of the ride workers caught them getting a free ride. Thankfully, Michael was on board with the act, clearly just as rebellious as they were. They all laughed and nudged each other as they made their way back to the main path of the boardwalk.

“Alrighty now! What’s say we go check out th-”

“Well look what we got here!”

Michael didn’t get to finish his sentence when a loud, obnoxious voice cut him off. He and the four others turned in the direction of the sound, finding themselves face-to-face with the worst possible people they could have run into that night; the Surf Nazis.

Goddamnit, not tonight, David thought to himself. A sour frown replaced any joy that had been on his face before. His friends all tensed up as well, knowing trouble could be brewing. Only Michael was left unaware of what was happening.

“Greg.”

“David.”

That was about the extent of any “pleasantries” between the two opposite gang leaders. Each set of boys were on standby for any fights that could go down. But it wasn’t the Lost Boys that Greg focused on, it was Michael.

“Who’re you supposed to be? A long-lost member of the Beverly Hillbillies?” he snickered.

David hoped Michael would keep his mouth shut so he wouldn’t stir Greg up more, but it was wishful thinking. The brunet furrowed his brow and put his hands on his hips, clearly unamused by the teasing.

“Looks like someone never had proper manners taught to them by their mama,” Michael stated. The sound of his accent only triggered a new wave of laughter and taunting his way.

“Sorry, I don’t speak trailer trash,” another gang member teased. “Didya stop learning English after droppin’ out of the second grade?”

“Lemme try translating! Hyuk hyuk hyuk! Pig Sooooooie!” a third mocked in the most butchered attempt of a drawl the boys had ever heard. 

The vampires were only getting angrier by the second. David could feel all of their aggression rising through their connection. Even without their monstrous nature, they were all very protective of their own. Michael wasn’t even one of them yet, and they already felt that pull to stick up for him.

But Michael wasn’t giving into their childish mocking. He was perfectly stone-faced and unbothered by their words. He simply rolled his eyes in disinterest and turned his attention to his friends. 

“C’mon fellas, these clowns ain’t worth the time,” he stated to the others, ready to turn the other way and continue the walk. David didn’t want to step down from a potential fight, but he did commend Michael for keeping such a level head. With how riled up the boys could get, it was a decent balance. 

Maybe Michael had the right idea. David motioned for Marko, Paul, and Dwayne to follow them, ready to stir them all away from their rival gang. They were more than ready to walk away, but then Greg had to open his mouth again.

“Yeah, go and run off you little bitch,” he sneered. “Have fun with all your faggot friends!”

Before the Lost Boys could even register what was happening, Michael completely snapped. It took no more than a couple of seconds for him to turn around, stomp over to the Surf Nazi leader, and deck him in the face as hard as he possibly could.

Everyone went completely speechless as they watched this big, muscle-head of a leader hit the ground with the one hit. Even the Lost Boys were in awe, eyes wide and mouths hanging open at the sight of Greg being out cold. Not even they had ever got someone in one go like that. 

David himself was stunned in silence as he looked at Michael. There was a newfound darkness in the boy's eyes, burning with anger and solely focused on the now-unconscious gang leader who dared to say such a thing. When he was satisfied with his work, he turned his attention to the others.

“I don’t take too kindly to those who think it’s okay to insult my kin like that,” Michael said, his voice quite a bit lower now with how serious he was. “So unless y’all wanna get knocked straight on your asses too, you’ll go on and get”

The Surf Nazis were clearly all going through a wave of emotions. Their shock quickly shifted into confusion, then fear, then anger as they prepared to take on Michael. Fortunately, the Lost Boys got their focus back too, and quickly moved to stand behind their friend, feeling just as determined to fight back if they had to. 

With their leader down for the count, the rivals were outnumbered. Not only was that made perfectly clear, but the look in David’s eyes was practically daring for them to try something. A look that said “we’ll devour you all in the most painful way possible if you don’t leave right now”

The message was heard loud and clear, and the rivals all worked together to get their leader off the ground before taking off in the opposite direction. They still gave the Lost Boys some pretty dirty looks before leaving, not wanting to be seen as cowardly. When they were willing and ready, they’d be back for a proper fight. 

It was finally just them again, and David was the first to turn his attention to their human companion. Any fury in Michael’s eyes was gone now, instead replaced with a regretful look. He slipped his hat off, holding it timidly in his hands as he held it to his chest. It was like watching a puppy pouting after doing something bad.

“Gee, I’m real sorry,” he said softly. “I didn’t mean to cause no trouble. I just couldn’t stand hearing such rude things about y’all”

“Are you kidding? THAT WAS AWESOME!!” Paul spoke first. Dwayne and Marko quickly joined in, all three of them surrounding Michael and giving his pats on the back and side hugs. It certainly wasn’t the reaction the human had expected.

“You knocked him RIGHT the fuck out!” Marko added on, chewing his nail with excitement.

“How’d you even do that? What’s your technique?” Dwayne asked. 

They were all clearly overwhelming Michael with their positivity, but it definitely wasn’t a bad thing. The sad look on his face faded away, and a proud smile took its place. Clearly, it made him feel better to see his new friends so happy with his actions. It made him feel less regretful about throwing a punch like that. 

While the others kept singing praises his way, Michael turned his attention to David, who was still off to the side and cooling off from the excitement.

“Are you alright too, David?” he asked.

A million different thoughts were swarming around in the leader’s head. He was still overcoming the initial shock of sweet, southern Michael throwing a punch with no hesitation like that. But it was a good thing. A GREAT thing, in fact. Michael wasn’t just polite and friendly, he was willing to take on battles for the sake of his friends. The more he got to know the human, the more he liked him.

Like, really liked him. 

He would never reveal how much so when they were all still getting to know him, but at the very least he’d give Michael the praise he deserved. A warm smile spread on David’s face as he stepped closer to his friend. He stuck his bare hand out, offering a shake just as Michael had done for him the other night. The brunet took it with no hesitation, even with the cold touch that met his own skin. It was worth it to hear what David had to say.

“Welcome to the club, Michael”

[mirahuyooo]

Birthday Boy | ksj

Birthday Boy

— in which, Jin’s birthday is here and soft hours ensue.

Word Count: 1,700 Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader Content/s: slice of life, FLUFF, established relationship, JIN, sOFT!JIN, special appearance of maknae line as your bday surprise henchmen, S O F T H O U R S, it’s jinnie’s bday aAAAAAAA

[masterlist]

A/N: IT’S DECEMBER 4 (where I’m from anyways AHWHAH) AND Y’ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BELOVED KIM SEOKJIN! MAY YOU SPEND IT JOYFULLY AND WELL! WE LOVE YOU!!!

this is definitely not me going on about how much i love him for his birthday no mamsir i am DEFINITELY not mush after all of this wholesome scene AHAHHAHA anyways, enjoy reading everyone!

The day had taken a lot out of you both, but none of that mattered now that the two of you were in the comfort of your pajamas and a spontaneous movie night. Limbs entangled together, you and your boyfriend idly watch the movie playing on the screen while surrounded by haphazardly thrown in pillows and snacks.  

You constantly glance at the clock, waiting for the clock to strike midnight—to strike on his birthday. Though your eyelids grow heavier, you persist. This was the very beginning of your plan, of course. What good will the rest of it be if you don’t start it right?

Alas, the down side of you forcing yourself awake was that it made your mind quite woozy. You find yourself looking up at Jin, eyes following along the shape of his face—his utter beauty that must’ve been sculpted by the gods themselves. “Why are you so pretty?” you slightly slur, haphazardly shoving a popcorn or five into your mouth. “It’s really not fair for the rest of us.”

If you had one more brain cell awake, you would’ve noticed how your sudden commentary takes your boyfriend aback, tearing his attention from the movie to yours. He had expected to half-heartedly scold you for complimenting someone else in his presence, but Seokjin finds you in his arms, not ogling at your celebrity crush on screen, but at him.

You find it still hard, honestly, to think that you have such a man to yourself. “How did I manage to bag you, huh?” you muse once again, using a bit of energy to lean closer to him. “What’s your secret?” you whisper as if it were all confidential information. “I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”

Jin, in spite of his reddening ears and face, pulls a cocky shrug. “I was born with it,” he sassily says, before his eyes soften just a tad bit, “and for the record, I bagged you and you got yourself into this, so there’s no room for argument on that one, sweetie.”

A grin makes it to your face at the memory of Jin’s confession to you three years ago. It was true. You agreed to endure a relationship of hardships to be with this man, and you have yet to regret it and give up. “So, we’re stuck with each other, then?” you playfully tighten your hold around him as if to entrap him

Seokjin laughs, wrapping his arms tighter around you as well. “I’m afraid so, jagi,” he says, pressing a kiss onto your cheek. “I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon—or at all.”

The giddy onslaught of butterflies those words sent you made you more giggly in your delirious, sleepy state. “Good,” you affirm with a nod, “That’s good.”

You glance at the clock, seeing you were about five minutes away from tomorrow. Stalling time and Jin, you cuddle him for a minute or two to let any suspicion pass, and with three minutes left, you begin to unwind yourself from his arms.

“I gotta pee,” you tell him, patting at the arms that were encased around your waist. Your boyfriend lets go, but whines in the process about you ruining the cuddle moment. You lightly smack him with a throw pillow to the face, cackling as he dramatically screams at your traitorous act.

“Yah! (Y/N)! Do you not love me anymore?!”

“The boys are sleeping,” you shush him as you grin at his antics, but your boyfriend only pulls a sassy, ridiculous face at you.

Do you not love me anymore?!

That is not at all true.

For instead of the bathroom, you headed towards the kitchen. The box weighed heavily in your hands as you set it onto the counter. Upon opening the top flaps, you were greeted by the hard work you slaved over a few hours ago. Sweet dollops in shades of blue decorate the surface, and atop were words written as best as you could in white frosting.

Happy Birthday.

“Noona, is it ready?”

You look up from the cake, nearly startled at Jungkook’s sudden presence. The young man grins like a bunny, in his hands holding his present for Jin (it was long and big, like a stick you can whack someone with) and a silly birthday hat.

Jimin and Taehyung peak from behind him, just as excited. “Is that the cake?” Jimin asks, stepping closer to inspect your work. Taehyung, on the other hand, leans closer. “It looks good!” he tells you, rubbing his hands together as if he can’t wait to dig in.

These were your little helpers for now, with Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok held back still, and not able to make it back on time. No worries on that part, however, because a group dinner will be happening later in the day.

“Thank you, thank you,” you grin, quickly putting in the candles and handing it to one of them as you rush to the doorstep where you had hid your gift in your coat. You head back to the kitchen to gather with your small army of lads, doing a silent check of everything. “Alright, boys,” you take a deep breath, “let’s do this!”

You earn yourself a hush but chaotic cheer from the members, before springing into action. Armed with the banner, hats, cake, and presents, you all march up towards Jin’s room, where the faint sound of the movie still plays. By now, that sleepy side of you was gone, replaced by an eagerly anticipating (Y/N) that can’t wait to see her boyfriend’s reaction.

Having left the door ajar after you excused yourself from your boyfriend, Jungkook easily slides his hand inside to switch the lights open. Jin, visibly startled, drops the RJ he was cuddling in your place, looking around for whatever the fuck it was that decided to scare the daylights out of him. “Yah!” he exclaims, “What’s going on?!”

You all chuckle as you start singing happy birthday to him with you leading slowly as Jimin assists in lighting the candles. Taehyung and Jungkook swarm in, quickly hooking the banner up and putting the silly birthday hat on Jin. Your boyfriend’s delighted laughter fills the air.

Closer and closer, your heart pounds as you deliver the cake to your boyfriend. “Happy birthday, happy birthday!” you all sang, “happy birthday, dear Jin!~”

You cheer as Seokjin blows out the candles. Jimin takes the cake from you and sets it on the nightstand. “Did you make a wish?” you ask Jin with a beaming grin, coming forth to squish his face.

His eyes are glassy, you noted, but he blinks them away and scoffs sassily. “Of course!” he gloats, before looking at the cake fondly, “Did you make this?”

You nod happily. “Do you like it?” you muse, tugging at the string of his hat. “Does it look okay?”

Your boyfriend gives you a comforting squeeze on the hand. “It’s perfect, jagi,” Jin tells you, but then takes a look at you in a teasing manner. “Is this why you wouldn’t let me into the kitchen earlier?”

Avoiding his eyes, you could only laugh with him and the boys at your own reaction. “So,” you move the topic along, looking at everyone, “should we eat the cake now?”

The invite earns you excited cheers and you hear Taehyung declare getting the plates and knife for everyone. Jimin and Jungkook set up a vid call with the three members for a short moment.

All the while, Seokjin starts receiving messages from his family and friends, three of which were already messages from the three members who weren’t present. He sends them back his thanks, before pulling you into his arms and mushes his cheek against yours. “Thank you,” he says, making you giggle and sink into him further.

“You are most welcome, birthday boy,” your voice sounds muffled by his sweater. You would gladly die smothered by him and his cuddles. Craning your neck a little, you press a kiss onto wherever it can land—his jaw, apparently.

Taehyung storms in with the plates and utensils. “I’m back!” he announces.

Your boyfriend makes space on his desk. “Are we really going to eat here though?” Jin complains, “You’ll leave crumbs all over the place.”

You assure your boyfriend as you help him make room for the cake on the desk as well. “We’ll clean it up before sleeping. Don’t worry.”

Jungkook, jumping off of the bed, starts another chorus of greetings. “Happy birthday!” he says, and the cheers of it echo from around the room. He starts by giving his gift first.

Jin takes the gift with playful spite. It turns out to be a new fishing rod—long, big, and something that you can whack someone with. “Thanks, brat,” he tells Jungkook, lightly bonking his head with the end of it.

You step forth to give your own gift, a box that held a little figurine you put together with a friend of yours. It was Mario and Princess Peach on the moon in a pose similar to a photo you and Jin took on Halloween dressed as the two characters a few years ago.

Watching Jin stare at it with awe makes your heart swell. You comparatively weren’t as rich as them, but you surely wanted to leave a memorable impression from your own heart and efforts. “Happy birthday, Jinnie,” you smile warmly.

“He’s crying!”

“Aigoo, what a baby!~”

“Jin-hyung, it’s alright!”

One by one, the maknaes circled him, patting the birthday boy’s back jokingly while Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok shout their own teasings from the phone. “Shut up!” your boyfriend tells them, wiping at his tears. You all coo at his reaction, you coming forth to hug him, which he easily returns with an additional kiss to your head.

There was a red flush across his face, but he grins nonetheless, the wide stretch of it hurting his cheeks but completing his expression of bliss.

To celebrate the first minutes of his birthday with his best friends (albeit the three couldn’t make it in time and in person) and the love of his life, loved and teased, meant a whole lot to the worldwide handsome birthday boy. His heart felt just about ready to burst, as he took in their presence.

What a happy birthday indeed.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sugar, Sugar 15

[FIFTEEN/END]

MASTERLIST

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape, violence, mean sugary Steve

This is a dark! sugar daddy! Steve fic. Obvious AU so please keep that in mind. :) That being said, it will be an explicit fic (18+) with noncon. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

(This chapter: violence, threats, fear  :O)

Series Summary: The reader is struggling in the big city but find opportunity before her. Will she take it?

This Chapter: The wedding day approaches but not everything goes to plan.

Author Notes: So this is another series wrapped up after a grueling two years, haha. Sorry y’all.

Please let me know what you think, like and reblog <3 love ya

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The floor length mirror was trimmed with twisted gold. You stared at your reflection as your shaky hands pressed against the front of the ivory dress. The cut hid the small bump but you could not forget it. Ever since you confessed, it all happened so fast; the wedding was pushed up, the dress tailored and expedited, and invitations sent out in a rush.

It all felt surreal. The day had come but you just couldn’t accept it. How could you go through those doors and smile through it all?

You closed your eyes and let your breath out. They would knock when it was your time. Your father would be waiting to walk you down the aisle. The guests waited eagerly for the most talked about ceremony in the city. And you still felt like just a footnote in your own wedding.

You moved away from the mirror and sat unsteadily, gripping the arms of the cushioned chair, careful not to catch your veil under you. That night you told him, that was the final straw. But you didn’t forget what Sasha said. You took a picture of the broken door and wrote down the entire scene. You sent it to yourself in an email as proof.

That wasn’t the last time. You recorded Steve one day when he came in as you were texting your sister about the new date. You hadn’t answered his last message about your first appointment with the doctor. He was livid and you sat and listened to him rant as the red dots pulsed. You wrote down every instance, every time he made you appease him, every terrifying word.

Then there were the police reports. Nothing more than words in a filing cabinet but the night he choked you was just the beginning. He threatened to break your finger when you took your ring off because your hands were swelling. Then he broke your laptop when you didn’t pay him enough attention. 

As the wedding loomed closer, he only seemed to get worse. He was clingy, always touching you, marveling over your stomach. He checked in almost every hour on the hour when he was working, and you weren’t stupid enough not to notice that the building was being watched.

It was like you were living two lives and yet you were entirely trapped with him. What good could the emails do? Or the reports when the police wouldn’t act on them? You were going to marry this man and that would be the end of it; of you, of your life.

Knuckles tapped on the door and you stood. You crossed the room and inched it open the door. You flinched as you were met by an unexpected and uninvited guest.

“Sasha?” you gasped.

“You’re marrying him then?” he held the handle but you didn’t try to close the door, “the account gone, I heard nothing from you.”

“I… I’m scared,” you admitted, “when he found out, I thought he was going to--” you shook your head. He wouldn’t actually kill you.

“You know it’s not too late,” Sasha urged.

“You can’t be here, it he finds out, he’ll--”

“I’ll defend myself,” Sasha snarled uncharacteristically, “I’ll give him what he deserves.’

“No, I don’t want you to get hurt. You need to go,” you begged as you glanced past him furtively.

“I will. Come with me,” he said, “just go. Everyone’s distracted, they won’t know--”

“I can’t just leave. You don’t understand--”

“No, you don’t understand,” he argued, “if you marry him, it all gets so much more complicated. I told you that day at the café. It will be harder to fight after the vows, but right now, you can still get out.”

“And go where?”

He swallowed and looked down the hall. You could hear the distant murmur of the crowd.

“Did you do any of it? Keep a journal? Something?” he asked.

“I tried. I went to the police but nothing,” you sniffed and gripped the door tight.

“Nothing yet but that’s a start,” he chewed the inside of his lip.

“Why are you here? Why is this so important to you?”

“Because I can do something,” he hissed, “because I can’t live with it if I don’t. So come on. Come with me, I got a bigger place. It’ll have to do for now and then we’ll work on getting you standing, getting the baby somewhere to grow--”

“Am I trading him for you?”

“I’m your friend,” he said evenly, “that will never change. All I want is you safe. If it makes you feel better, I’ll sleep in the hall. You can lock me out and I’ll sleep against the door. But I came down here knowing I wouldn’t leave without you.”

“It’s a sweet fantasy but--”

“Come on,” he grabbed your hand and pushed the door open, “please, don’t go with him. It doesn’t end well. You don’t get out. It doesn’t get better.”

“I have nothing,” you quavered.

“You have me,” he said, “please don’t make me walk out of here alone.”

“I….” you uttered as your heart squeezed. “He’ll come after you.”

“Good, I want him to,” he clung to you, “please?”

You inhaled and heard the voices. Your father and your sister. You had no time to think but you knew it was your only chance.

“Let’s go,” you lifted your skirt and pulled the door shut behind you as you stepped out, “now.”

He held onto your hand as you rushed away from the voices and skirted around the corner. Sasha urged you on down the back stairs and through the maze like halls of the extravagant church. You nearly tumbled down the stairs and he caught you as you came along the narrow passage beside the main room, the guests and groom just on the other side of the wall.

You came out into the sunlight and Sasha lifted the train of your skirts as he directed you over the grass. our heels sank into the dirt as you rushed over and the organ began to play Here Comes the Bride. As he helped stuff the swathes of fabric in behind you in his modest car, the music stopped suddenly.

He closed the door as you were squished in the back seat amid your layered skirts and he got in the front. The engine turned and he nearly side swept another car as he pulled out without looking. You peeked back behind you but saw no one coming down the large steps of the church.

He turned the corner and sidled in behind a yellow cab. He looked at you in the mirror and nodded. You bit your lips nervously as reality sank in. Your chest hammered and your entire body buzzed with adrenaline. You knew it was only the beginning.

🍭

The day passed in a daze. You sat in your wedding dress waiting for all hell to break loose. Sasha sat with a beer, silently, and tapped his foot endlessly. When the silence was too much, he turned on the television but neither of you paid any attention to the old sitcom.

When the trance of disbelief dissipated, he showed you around his spacious loft. He was being paid well by Stark but you worried how long he would stay on the payroll after what he’d done. Steve wasn’t stupid and there were more photographers at the church then you’d seen collectively over the last year and a half.

“This is the second bedroom,” he showed you into a room with gleaming windows. There was a bed, a dresser, curtains, a cozy rug, all carefully selected, “I thought you’d be here sooner.”

Your eyes lingered on the box leaned against the far wall. A crib.

“Didn’t know how long…” his voice trailed off as he followed your eye line, “I’m not trying to be him. You can go anytime but I… you have a place here.”

Your eyes welled and you blotted them with your knuckles, the rough lace of your gloves scratching your cheeks, “you did all this for me?”

“I told you, I’d do anything,” he said.

“But… Sasha, I don’t--”

“I don’t expect anything from you. High school was a long time ago but you made it bearable for the biggest dweeb in the class.” He sighed and paced a circle around the room, “you know, I had the biggest crush on you. That doesn’t mean anything now, it doesn’t mean I want you to fall into my arms, but it means I want to help you. It’s the right thing to do, somehow I made a career of doing the right thing so what’s one more?”

You felt your chest sink and you covered your cheeks with your hands, “Sasha?”

“Please,” he cringed, “I was a teen boy, I think I had a thing for Oprah once. Really, it’s just… we’re friends. We’ll always be friends.”

“I can’t…” you sniffled and dropped your hands, “I don’t deserve any of this.”

“He doesn’t deserve you,” Sasha intoned, “and you don’t deserve to live like that. I know this isn’t much but I know you. You’ll find your way, you just got a little lost.”

“I…” you shook your head speechless.

“We’ll figure everything else out tomorrow. You can borrow some of my clothes for tonight and then we can see about retrieving your things from Steve,” he neared the door and stopped beside you, “or we can say fuck it and you can start all over.”

You turned and slung your arms around him. You buried your face against his shoulder as tears spilled out onto his jacket.

“How did you know?” you sobbed.

“That day at the shower,” he rubbed your back gently, “you know, lawyers learn how to read people and you never were very good at subtlety.”

“No,” you chuckled through your tears, “No, it’s why I was great as a bard.”

“Mmm,” he grumbled, “if that’s how you remember it.”

🍭

It felt like Sasha was gone forever but when you checked the clock, it had only been twenty minutes. 

You sat on the couch with your feet under you as you watched the news and rocked nervously. All anyone was talking about was Steve Rogers’ runaway bride. Your face was everywhere and the statement issued by Steve made it all the worse.

He painted you as a gold-digger, as an adulterer, as a swindler. He was the heartbroken fiancé and you were the wrongdoer. You knew it would go this way but expectation never softened reality.

You flinched as the lock turned and Sasha entered with a bag in hand. He came to the couch and set it down beside you.

“I don’t know about my taste in women's clothes but those should do,” he said as he checked his watch, “we should go soon.”

“Yeah,” you stood and opened the bag to reveal the lavender blouse and dark jeans, “you really didn’t have to--”

“You kidding, he’s gonna be surrounded by cameras. You can’t win his game if you don’t play it. I’ve dealt with his type before, they’re the ones who need lawyers on standby,” he sneered, “did you eat?”

“Yeah, thanks,” you swiped up the bag and headed for the hallway, “it was good.”

“No problem,” he shrugged as he grabbed the remote and shut off the tv, “and ignore all that nonsense.”

You got dressed and emerged as your anxiety grew to impatience. You left the apartment in brittle silence and the car ride fed the uneasy bubbling of your stomach. .

As you came up to Steve’s building, you sat for a moment before you got out. Sasha followed and shoulder away the cameras as you neared the front door

The elevator moved slowly and fidgeted uncontrollably as it dinged on Steve’s floor. You swallowed and braced yourself to face Steve. Sasha kept a few feet back as you walked down the hall and stopped at the door. You knocked as you found it locked.

It was a while before it opened but when it did, you were startled as Steve grabbed the front of your blouse and wrenched you inside. He spun you but quickly released you as he was knocked off balance and sent sprawling over the floor. Sasha stood above him with his hands in fists.

“Hey,” he pointed at Steve then looked at you, “you okay?”

You nodded as Steve glared between the two of you and cautiously got to his feet, “so you brought your little boyfriend?”

“She’s here to get her stuff. We thought we’d avoid a police escort, as her lawyer I thought it prudent, but we can always make that phone call,” Sasha said sternly, “she is entitled to her possessions.”

“Her stuff? I paid for every single thing she has to her name. Hers? Mine.” Steve spat and reared on you again, only to be caught by Sasha as he inserted himself between you.

“You will not touch her again. Those things you bought for her were gifts. You have no legal rights to them once they are given. She will take her clothes, her phone, and any other necessities.”

“Pfft, she’s not taking anything. She’s not going anywhere,” Steve growled, “she not yours--”

“I am certain the photogs would appreciate a show,” Sasha pulled out his phone, “police? That can only be a domestic dispute.”

Steve squinted and his nose flared as he looked at you over Sasha’s shoulder, “fucking slut.” He crossed his arms and stepped aside, “get your shit, get out…” he hissed, “but I have my rights too. You will not keep me from my baby.”

“That will be settled in court,” Sasha replied coolly, “go on, get your things.”

He waved you past him as he kept you shield from Steve. He was of a height with Steve but not as broad. Even so, you felt safe behind him. You rushed down to the bedroom and quickly gathered up your toiletries and those clothes you didn’t absolutely hate. Your phone screen was shattered but you took it anyway.

As you emerged again, a bag slung on your shoulder, you slid the ring from your finger. 

“You can keep the rest,” you said as you placed the band on the small round table just inside the front room, “goodbye Steve.”

“Goodbye? Goodbye?” he spat, “this isn’t the end and you fucking know it.”

“Calm down,” Sasha warned.

“You don’t tell me what to do,” Steve shoved him, “I should fucking smash your head in--”

“I’d like you to try,” Sasha stood his ground, “really. You think the court would let a violent man be around an infant?”

Steve scoffed and rolled his eyes. He backed down and shouldered by Sasha. “Get the fuck out.”

You left quickly. You had no desire to hang around. As you stepped onto the elevator, Sasha softly touched your elbow and you winced. The bag fell to your elbow and he quickly scooped it up and heaved it over his own shoulder.

“You okay?” he asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” you said, “he was so angry. I--”

“I was stupid, we should’ve brought the police. Fuck the cameras,” he said, “from this point on, no contact with him whatsoever. Only through me and the court. No talking to reporters, no nothing.”

“Yeah, that won’t be hard,” you uttered as he led you out of the elevator. 

As you came outside, cameras flashed and voices called out. You collided with Sasha as he was blocked by a photographer shouting questions, “is it true you’re pregnant? Is it Steve’s?”

“My client will not be answering questions,” Sasha kept on and made a path for you, “go, she’s not answering any of your questions.”

He elbowed past more cameras and opened the car door for you. You fell inside and quickly huddled down in your seat. As he sat behind the wheel, he mumbled and pulled out into traffic. He gripped the wheel tightly and pushed himself back into the vinyl.

“That asshole,” he said, “he’s gonna want the paternity test. This isn’t gonna be pretty.”

“I can’t… he fucking told them. I mean, I’m not surprised but… god,” you grimaced.

“We’ll get the test done before he makes a formal request,” Sasha said, “it shows transparency and when we hand over those results, we’ll include those police reports too.”

“Police reports?” you blinked.

“Sorry, I… It’s a suggestion,” he said tersely, “but he’s going to make this a trial by media.”

“No, no, I want to,” you said firmly, “I want everyone to know the real Steve Rogers.”

🍭

‘I was just like many struggling in the city. I worked a low-paying job in data entry and lived in an apartment which was little more than a box. The dreams of the big city were passing me by as there was little opportunity to be found.

Then I met Steve Rogers. Like a dream or a Lifetime movie. I was in debt, I was desperate, and he offered me a safety net. I can own my part in the relationship; I was interested and I accepted his generosity. I was all too happy with the arrangement.

That was until I found out that it was all based on a lie. I didn’t know that he had access to my accounts even before I knew him, that he had used his connections to force me into that dire situation. And I could not know the real man behind the billionaire façade.

It was little things at first. Any woman loves to feel wanted but his possessiveness soon turned to control. He kept me isolated from my own family and did not permit me to do anything without his permission. His affection turned to obsession and when it was not reciprocated he forced it from me.

He took me on vacation and did not allow me to wear clothes. He chose what I wore, how I looked, and what I did. He coerced me into acts I was reluctant about, and when he was too rough, he did not listen to my pleas for him to stop.

When I tried to leave him, he followed me and dragged me back. He had me watched by PIs and surveilled all my communications. He used his financial power to control me and when that did not work, he used his physical power.

Steve Rogers abused me. He yelled in my face, he threatened my family, and he choked me.

Steve Rogers raped me. He expected me to bend to his will whenever he desired and when I refused, he held me down and did what he wanted.

Steve Rogers took my whole life and when I chose to leave, he set his eyes on the life inside of me. 

The only thing I want from him is freedom. I want to live safely with my child and I want that child to never experience the abuse of their father. I never want anyone to know that horror again which is why I have written this and released the police records. I am not asking for anything but peace for me and my unborn child.’

The statement was carefully edited by Sasha. You reread the font across the glossy pages of Vanity Fair, the article spliced with excerpts not only from the police reports, but your own emailed accounts of your relationship, and the whole thing began with an image of that broken bathroom door.

It was two months since you ran away from the altar but life was not a romcom. It was a disaster. Even with the article, you knew not all would believe you. You knew it would open you to doubt and vitriol. And you knew Steve would have a response.

You closed the magazine and groaned as you rubbed your hips. Freedom didn’t feel so… freeing. There was a long way to go; court dates, doctor’s appointment, and depositions. But it was a start.

You rested your hand on your stomach and pushed on the arm of the couch as you stood stiffly. When you were halfway up, you felt a hand on your elbow and Sasha helped you stand straight. You smiled guiltily. You’d grown a lot in the last few weeks and still had nearly four months to go.

“The reviews are good,” he said, “I know that is kinda grim but… people seem to believe you.”

“Seem to?” you echoed as you went to the kitchen and pulled out the container of sliced strawberries, “or they don’t?”

“Well,” he leaned on the counter as he watched you add too much cream to the berries and smiled, “Stark Industries has cut ties with Shield, Inc. and Tony has made a sizeable donation to several shelters across the city,” he cupped his chin coyly as he leaned on his elbow, “and will be covering legal costs for the support hearings seeing as I can’t legally represent you anymore.”

“Oh,” your mouth fell open before you could spray some cream onto your tongue, “when were you going to tell me this?”

“I’m telling you now,” he crossed his arms as he shifted them further over the island, “I thought I’d give the good news first.”

“And the bad?” you put down the can of cream as you neared the marble across from him.

“I have several requests for interviews and I think you should do at least one,” he said, “I know you hate reporters and all that but… with a little Rogers baby on board, it’s just another part of the process.”

“Oh, and what should I tell them,” you edged around the counter towards him, “that I moved? That I found someone better?” He turned to you, his lips curved as he leaned in and you turned your face up to peck his lips, “or maybe I should tell them I’m single? Keep the intrigue?”

“As long as you tell them I’m handsome, I don’t mind,” he purred as he placed his hand on your side.

“Oh, how could I leave that out?” you cooed and kissed him again, “patient, loving, kind… but what a geek?”

“A geek?” he smirked and framed your chin with his hands, “says the dungeon master.”

You giggled and ran your hands up his chest, “someone’s gotta raise this little bard well.”

“Oh, no, no, she’s not gonna be a bard. Maybe a cleric?”

“No way! That’s lame,” you chirped, “how about… a sorcerer? Ours is a bit lacking.”

“Excuse you,” he quipped, “what was your AC again? Maybe next session I’ll run out of healing spells.”

“See?” you taunted, “geek.”

You drew him to you until he was pressed to your belly and he swept you up in a kiss. You rocked with him as he turned you against the counter and slowly parted.

You squeezed his wrist as you went back around to your strawberries and cream. You took a spoon and scooped up a mouthful as you slid your phone towards you. Sasha stayed as he was, watching you scroll through the emails and piled up texts.

You stopped as one blared in all caps. There was no name, only ‘Private’. You opened the conversation and found a dozen bubbles; ‘THIS ISN’T OVER’, ‘HE CAN’T KEEP YOUR FROM ME’, ‘CUTE, YOU THINK PEOPLE BELIEVE YOUR SHIT.’ Another message blipped up, an image and you dropped your spoon as it opened.

You saw the picture of your sister and her son. You shook as you put your hand down on the counter and choked on the cream.

“What?” Sasha reached over and turned your phone to him, “Shit,” he sighed and blocked the number, “he’s just stacking the evidence against himself.”

“I--” you blinked as tears boiled behind your eyes.

“You don’t need to be afraid,” he screencapped the conversation, “this just makes the case even easier.”

“No, I will always be afraid of him,” you said as you touched your stomach, “it’s not just about me anymore.”

“And it’s not just you anymore,” he took your hand and rubbed the back of it with his thumb, “we’ve been through worse. If we can get through a cave full of orcs, we can defeat Steve Rogers.”

END (or is it?)

[thestarrynightslover]

I'll Make It Okay for You - Part 1

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Word count: 3,666

Warnings: Discussion, yelling, some angst, mentions of drugs, and drug abuse. 

Summary: What happens when (y/n) (y/l/n), Harvey’s secret crush and a junior partner at his firm, openly defies him in front of everyone?

You can find Part 2 here.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the show Suits, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: So, this is my first Harvey Specter fic and I’m obviously quite unsure about it, lol. This might’ve ended up like one big mess, cause I tried to combine a bunch of Harveys I wanted to see. The perfect recipe for disaster, right? Anyways, I hope it doesn’t suck too bad and, please, feel free to give me feedback, cause I’m also here to learn!!

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

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You’d barely stepped out of the elevator when you were met by your secretary that morning. That couldn’t mean anything good.

“Morning, (y/n/n). You’ve got an emergency meeting with Jessica today. Gonna give you the schedule on the way there.” Lucy stated, leading you on the opposite way to Jessica’s office.

“Oh, I got the memo; company’s under attack again. She wants me on the frontlines this time. Louis is probably running around saying ‘We’re at war, people, war!!!’, or something like that. But why aren’t we headed towards the boss’ office?”

“Apparently, uh, she wants y’all to convey at Harvey’s office.” She said hesitantly, as if afraid of your reaction.

“Are you kidding me? It’s the first hour of the morning and she wants me to go see that smug face of his?” You pouted childishly.

“Smug and hot, you mean.” Lucy corrected you, getting an outraged look from you in response, as she usually would by saying anything positive about Specter.

“Shush,” You said, motioning for her to stop talking, “ one shall not praise Harvey Annoying Specter around me.” You stated full of obstination, but the younger woman just laughed you off and said:

“Well, here we are. I guess I’ll just have to send you an e-mail with your schedule, since, once again, we spent our schedule minutes of the day talking about “the enemy”.” She mocked with gestures and everything this time. That Lucy really was a piece of work, she timed the whole thing perfectly, in a way that you couldn’t even repudiate her insinuations because you were already standing in front of Specter’s office door.

Not long after you had entered and Jessica had officially started the strategy-meeting, though, all eyes in the room turned to you, as your phone started ringing in your back pocket. "Shit! I'm- I'm so sorry, guys, I guess I-"

"Can you please take your job seriously for once in your life, (y/l/n)?" You heard Harvey Pain-In-The-Ass Specter rudely remark, as you tried to swallow your embarrassment.

“Well, like I was trying to say, I’m sorry. Gonna turn it off right now, won’t happen again.” You said, directing your apologetic look to Jessica.

“You should just go ahead and answer it, could be something important.” She calmly told you.

“Especially now that you’ve already interrupted our work.” Specter chipped in again, which just gave you more fuel to answer the goddamn phone.

“Hello, yeah this is her.” You confirmed to the man on the phone, while taking a few steps towards the corner of the room. “What??? Are you sure? Oh my God! O- okay, just tell me which one and I’ll be there as soon as possible! Right, thank you.” Everyone’s eyes were on you, trying to understand what made you look so distressed. Except his, of course.

“Wait a second. Are you leaving right now?” He asked with a mix of annoyance and irritation in his voice.

“Yes, I am. I’m sorry, Jessica, but this is a family emergency. I have to go.”

“Well, I just hope you know that this doesn’t look good for you, (y/n).” She said, voice inexpressive.

“I do and, honestly? I couldn’t care less about that right now.” You firmly told her, while hoping your career wasn’t over by the next morning.

“I hope everything goes well for you and your family, (y/n). If you need anything, and I mean anything, just let me know.” Louis told you with that childish smile of his. Jesus, even in a moment like this, he tried to flirt with you.

“Thank you, Louis. That’s very kind.” You faked a tiny smile.

“Unbelievable.” 

“What?” You asked, turning back to face Harvey.

“Your firm is under attack and you’re leaving because of some stupid family crap?” Was he even serious?

“Precisely. And I don’t really care what your thoughts are on it. Our priorities are clearly very different.” Who the hell did he think he was to say anything about your family’s issues?

“Well, that shouldn’t matter because, the minute you walk in here, through those elevators out there, you’re supposed to leave all things personal behind.”

“Oh, right. I’m so sorry that I’m not some heartless lawyer like you, who’s just in it for the petty fights in the name of money-making.” Shit. You needed to get the hell out of there before you said something else to make Specter wanna kick you out himself. So you did. Stormed out like there was no tomorrow, leaving nothing but the very shocked Donna, Jessica, Louis, Mike, and Rachel behind. Oh, yeah, and a very pissed-off Harvey Specter.

Okay, maybe you were a little too harsh, but given the place you needed to go, to do what you needed to do, you didn't care about Harvey, your job, or anything else.

---

It was much later on that same day, around dinner time, that you heard a soft knock on your door. But how could someone be at your door, if the doorman downstairs hadn't announced any visitors? Were you dreaming? Well, the day had been so tiring that that wasn't exactly impossible… Nonetheless, you made your way to the door, whilst holding your very needy three-year-old nephew in your arms. Not that you could blame Henry after the day he’d had.

Since you weren’t expecting anyone, it was reasonable to believe that, whoever it was, was going to be a surprise. But not in a million years would have you ever guessed that Harvey Specter was the one knocking at your door. Especially considering what had happened at the firm earlier. How did he even know your address?

“Hi, (y/l/n). I didn’t know you had a kid.” He stated with a bit of surprise of his own, pointing to the little boy you were carrying.

“No, uh, I don’t have any.” You managed to say, trying to control your shocked expression. “This is my nephew.” You clarified again, a little more at ease this time.

“My name’s Henry. What’s yours?” You heard your nephew ask with his cute child-voice.

“Harvey. It’s, uh, it’s very nice to meet you, Henry.” Harvey told the boy, holding out his hand for him to shake, as a sweet smile came to his lips.

“Is he your friend, auntie (y/n/n)?” Henry asked you hesitantly, before making a move. The Don’t Talk to Strangers Rule must’ve kicked in his mind. 

Before answering him, you hesitated a little bit yourself, though. Was Harvey your friend? Obviously not, but if he came to your apartment in the middle of the night like this, it was probably because of something important. Work-related, of course. Which meant you’d have to let him in, so you settled for what would be the easiest classification for a three-year-old.

“Yeah, bud, he is my friend from work.” Hearing that, something in Specter’s eyes changed, you didn’t really know what, though.

“Well, then, can he come play with us?” He gave you such a cute look, that you almost said yes right on cue. But you obviously couldn’t. 

“You’d have to ask him, but I’m sure he has a lot of other, more important, things to do now.” You tried to explain to the little boy, giving Harvey a look. But you didn’t get too far, as the lawyer quickly said:

“Of course I wanna go play with you! That is if your auntie’s okay with that…” Now he was mocking you, that was the only explanation.

“Can we play with him, then, auntie (y/n/n)? Please, please, please?” God, what horrible thing could’ve you possibly done to deserve this particular punishment?

“Um, I guess... If he really has nothing better to do-” Harvey didn’t even let you finish your sentence.

“I really don’t.” He said, shooting you and Henry a bright smile that you’d never seen before.

“Okay, then, come in. Please disregard the mess, I got this stuff to make dinner, but someone just won’t detach, right, mister?” You asked your nephew with fake annoyance in your voice, as you tickled his sides a little bit. He just laughed at you. Though what really caught your attention was the fact that Harvey, too, was chuckling lightly at the scene, as he started picking up your groceries’ bags from the floor. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you, what else?” You gave him a weird look because, well, it was a weird situation. Maybe he noticed your discomfort because he added: “You look tired, so I’ll help you by making dinner and putting the rest of these away.”

“You’re kidding, right?” There was no way in hell that the All-Mighty Harvey Specter was gonna get domestic for you, of all people. Since he didn’t bother to answer, you went on: “First of all, what was it that you really came here to do, hum? And, second, I don’t need your help with anything.” Normally you tried to be kind to everyone, but, then again, Specter wasn’t exactly your normal kind of guy.

“Well, first of all,” he started in a tone of mockery, “that was rude! Look at the example you’re setting for little Henry!” Oh God, as much as you hated to admit it, he was kinda right, because you had completely forgotten about the little boy still cradled in your arms. “Second, we can talk about the reason why I came here later,” after your nephew’s asleep, was implicit in his speech, “third, it looks like you do need some help. And, for your luck, I happen to be a very good cook when I want to.”

“But-” You could barely begin your sentence, as Harvey sharply cut you off:

“You see, buddy,” he started, motioning to Henry this time, “the quicker we get your auntie on board with the game plan, the quicker we’ll get to eat and go play together!” Son of a bitch! Using a child to get to you…

“Can we please, auntie? Please?” How could you not crack after that pleading?

“Fine, but I swear I’ll make you pay if we wake up with food poisoning tomorrow, Specter.” You told him playfully, trying to lighten the mood after all of your bluntness.

“Oh, trust me, (y/l/n), you won’t. This will be the best meal you and the young man here will ever have in your entire lives.” He said cockily, but without the usual arrogance level, if that even makes sense.

A few hours and a really great dinner later, you and Henry couldn’t help but snicker shamelessly at Harvey’s ridiculous faces, as the three of you played a game on your living room’s floor. Trying to catch your breath from your giggles, you glanced up at the clock and realized that it was way too late for your nephew to be out of bed like that. So you broke up the game, announcing:

“It’s bedtime for you, Mr. Henry.” You watched the faces of the pair turn into ones of pure disappointment, as they prepared to pout.

“Just a little longer, auntie (y/n/n)! please!” The little boy started.

“Yeah, auntie, just a little longer! Please?” This time it was the grown man, one of the toughest Wall Street lawyers.

“As moved as I am by your synchrony, guys, the answer is a big no. C’mon, bud, let’s go brush your teeth. And then straight to bed. So say bye to Harvey, and thank him for being so nice to us tonight.” He looked between you and Specter as if still hoping for a hail Mary of some sort.

“Bye, Harvey.” He sounded so sad, but then he smiled brightly again, as he repeated what you’d told him to say word by word: “And thank you for being so nice to us tonight.” Hearing that, both you and Harvey chuckled lightly at the young boy, who quickly added: “Will you come see us tomorrow too?”

“Uh, we’ll, uh, we’ll see about that, okay, little man?” He tried to let Henry down slowly but, watching the boy’s expression become a sad one instantly, he added: “It’s just because both your auntie and I have a lot of work ahead of us tomorrow, but I’ll do my best, okay?” That was definitely a side of Harvey you’d never seen before, he had even bent down to be on your nephew’s level.

“Okay.” Henry said quietly, seeming to be a little happier, too.

“Okay, then let’s just go upstairs already.” You took the boy’s hand to guide him towards the spare bedroom’s bathroom, all the while shooting Specter a look that told him to wait for you a little longer.

“I’ll wait for you down here.” He said, proving he understood what your eyes tried to transmit.

So you headed upstairs with your nephew and, after a good fifteen minutes of brushing Henry’s teeth, helping him into his PJs, and tucking him in, you finally managed to come back to the living room, where you found Harvey looking through some of your photos displayed on the sideboard. For a minute or two, you just watched him. It wasn’t that you liked what you saw or anything. It wasn’t. It was more like postponing the weird conversation you two were bound to have, because, after all that had happened in those few hours, the atmosphere was, at very least, a strange one. But, almost as if he’d felt your gaze on his back, the lawyer in him was switched on, and he interrupted your thoughts by saying:

“Ah, you’re back. Good, because we need to talk.” You just motioned for him to follow you into your home office. But both you and Harvey looked so informal to be in that kind of environment, that you just indicated the small couch on the wall opposite to your desk for you to take your seats in.

“So, uh, before you even say anything, I wanna thank you for being so kind tonight,” a small smile came to your lips, as you remembered, not only the evening but how your nephew had used almost those exact same words, already imitating you, a little earlier. Specter smiled too, you noticed. “and I also wanna apologize. If you came here to talk to me… I must’ve made you waste a lot of time, huh?” You tried with a half-smile this time, as embarrassment started taking over you.

“What? No, of course not! I'm pretty sure that I told you I didn't have anything better to do, didn't I?" He calmly asked with a smile.

"Yeah, but I'm not buying it. You're Harvey Specter, isn't that what you're always saying? And Harvey Specter always has something better to do, isn't that right?" You shot back in a mockery tone, regaining your confidence.

"Well, maybe. But, not today. So don't apologize, and don't thank me. I'm the one who should be thanking you, I had a really good time tonight." Okay, now you were shocked. He had a good time?

"Uh, okay, um, so... What was so urgent that you had to come here in the middle of the night?" You nervously ranted, while tugging your hair behind your ears. He just stared at you, so much so that you almost repeated your question.

"Um, yeah, about this morning… That's why I came here…" You were already guessing that that would come up eventually, but it was the topic of your conversation? "I know that you and I always had our differences, and maybe even some rivalry-"

"Some rivalry? Dude, I'm just a junior partner, and ever since I started on that firm you've been persecuting me-"

"I wouldn't say persecuting…"

"Oh, you wouldn't?"

"Not since you made junior partner anyways. Now it's just a healthy rivalry between work friends…" He tried to use what you’d told your nephew earlier. 

"Oh, so you do admit you were persecuting me when I was an associate, huh?"

"Shit." He muttered quietly, as you watched him with a victory smile on your lips. "You know what? Hell yeah, I did persecute you when you were an associate." Hearing that blunt admission of guilt, you just couldn't find anything to say. “You wanna know why? I did that because, from the first time I saw you doing your job, I saw this very thing that I see now: you kicking ass, you think I wanted to admit this to you? I’ll answer it myself: no, I didn’t. The only reason why it happened is that you led me to it.” He blurted out, completely knocking you off your socks.

“So, um, you treated, you treat me like shit because, um, because I’m good?” You asked, still unsure of what to think about his confession.

“Well, that was part of it, sure. So, you see, I could understand it when you weren’t particularly thrilled at the perspective of working with me. But, this morning, you said that I’m a heartless guy who only cares about money… Is that really what you think of me?” This time he sounded genuinely sad? When Harvey said that he’d come to your apartment to talk about that morning, you thought he was gonna reprimand the shit out of you for disrespecting him ⎯ your sort of boss, a senior partner ⎯, but, apparently, he was asking about it on a more personal level. A level you’d never really thought played a part in your relationship with him.

“Oh, Harvey…”

“Be honest, please. I don’t want your pity. You don’t even know me all that well, so don’t try to minimize anything. I can take it.”

“That’s not what I was gonna do. And, trust me, you’re probably the last person in the world I’d pity.” You told him with a sly smile. “You’re right. I don’t know you all that well. Or, at least, I didn’t this morning. But I do know that you’re not heartless. Also, I was really out of line then, I’ve seen you fighting tooth and nail for a lot more than just money in that firm. You’re loyal to your firm and friends like no one else and, tonight, I watched you sitting on the floor and playing with a little boy. And, trust me, that meant more to him than you’d ever know, especially after today… Anyways, what I’m really trying to say is that I was so damn wrong and that I’m sorry. I’d gotten some pretty nerve-racking news beforehand, not that that’s an excuse but...” You told him, meaning every word and trying hard to show how much you regretted your previous actions.

“Wait, what news?”

“Ah, it’s nothing for you to worry about, really.” You tried to brush him off.

“Oh, c’mon! You said all those nice things about me, but when it comes to your life and your problems you still don’t trust me, isn’t that right?” His tone was sharply inexpressive, but his eyes showed he was actually hurt.

“What are you talking about? Oh my God, Harvey! I’ve relied on you for a number of cases that I really cared about! I let you in on my apartment! I let you spend an entire night around my nephew! Of course, I trust you!”

“Then what the hell is the problem? You think I’m not gonna give a damn about your family issues? Is that it? Because I am literally begging you to tell me about them!”

“I don’t wanna tell you because I don’t want you, or anyone else on the firm, to think that I’m some pathetic little girl who uses her family issues as an excuse to get out of a tough fight.” You confessed in a lower tone, slightly embarrassed, just hoping he would understand and stop poking. “Things are very different when you’re a woman, you know…”

“I would never think that about you. Family is important. Especially if it’s made of people like Henry…” He said, reassuring you, even though there was a hint of sadness in his voice. “Besides, you said you trust me, so you need to trust me when I say that I wouldn’t betray you by telling people about your problems. I’m not here as your boss, (y/n). I just wanna help you.” He sounded so sincere and, if you were being honest with yourself, you kinda really needed to vent.

“Okay, um, where to start? I have two sisters: Henry’s mother, Kat, and a fifteen-year-old, Lisa. I’m the older one of all three of us. Lisa’s sick, like very sick, so my parents, who are both retired, are with her at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, to try and get her better. In the meantime, Kat was supposed to go to college, as well as care for her son, between my parents and me, she wouldn’t even need to provide for them or anything. But, a while ago, she overdosed for the first time. That’s when we found out about her addiction. We’ve already tried a million different things but nothing works. So, my parents and I threatened to make her lose her parental rights over Henry, hoping that it’d be a wake-up call for her, but it backfired. She just took the boy and disappeared, then today I get that call, from the police department, saying that she was in custody for drug distribution and endangering the well-fare of a minor. They asked me to go pick my nephew and, maybe, get Kat a lawyer.” And, just like that, you’d told Harvey Specter, of all people, everything. Tears rolling down your cheeks and him pulling you into a hug.

If anyone had told you that that was how your night was gonna go, you would have definitely laughed them out of the room. But now, just sitting there, being held and caressed by Harvey, as you let your armor down, it was finally beginning to look like things were gonna be okay. 

[adam-banks2024]

going to eden hall’s cotillion with adam banks

you were super nervous about the dance

it was one week away and you still didn’t have anyone to go with

at this point you thought you’d have to go alone

and you were excited

this was gonna be different than anything that you’ve ever went to before

yeah, you went to prom when you were a sophomore at a smaller school, and you went to winter formal in january, but you had never gone to anything as fancy as this before

you didn’t even know what it was at first

big thank you to google

as soon as you learned that it was a “fancy french dance” as russ put it, you started picking up more hours at your part time job

you didn’t need anything super extravagant or expensive, but you wanted to look nice and feel pretty

you talked to charlie about it almost everyday, and he seemed as excited about it as you

“i think i’m gonna ask lisa”

“what kinda tux should i get?”

“what kinda flowers do girls like?”

yada yada

you helped him with everything, of course

and he helped you pick out a dress, and a corsage, the whole shabang

and so the only thing left was to get a date

easy right

haha

laugh out louddddd

no.

but charlie was optimistic

he knew that you liked someone, but he didn’t know who it was

julie and connie didn’t even know so he knew there was no hope trying to find out

so you collectively agreed to find someone to go with as friends

you talked to ken first

made a really nice poster board, and made some ice skating puns

he looked super happy, and he laughed the whole time you were embarrassing yourself with your cheesy poster

he said thanks

but apparently...

he was

going with

A SENIOR GIRL

like damn ken okay

i see u

so you were upset

but kinda proud of him

so that meant it was on to the next person

russ? maybe

yeah

he’s be funny, plus it wouldn’t be awkward with him

so you get him some candy instead of a poster board, and walked up to him during lunch

“thanks, but averman, goldberg, and i are going together. kind of like a bachelors thing, yknow?”

you sighed

that takes out one more person

who else who else

DWAYNE

you could ask dwayne, and he’d be a gentleman, and you’d have an amazing time

you ditched the candy, borrowed a cowboy hat, and gave him a sunflower and asked him

he thought the gesture was sweet, and he was obsessed with the flower

“i think i’ll name him bob”

bless his heart

But He Said He Was Already Going With A Girl From A Different School.

cool. cool. cool

fulton! he’s chill!

you’d probably have a comfortable night with him and still have a good time

you game him a card with a hockey puck on it, with some cheesy saying about hitting hockey pucks too hard

you didn’t know

this was like the umpteenth guy you asked

he laughed at the gesture and thanked you for the card

“sorry y/n, but i’m going with portman. date night yknow?”

*sigh*

you understood

because let’s be honest that’s cute

but now that rules everyone out

except for him

but no because you’ve seen a million girls ask him

so you figured it’d be best if you went alone

you even considered going with julie but she’s going with scooter

IGHHSKABDVEIEJTBBRBE

why is this so harrrd

“i could talk to adam?”

charlie kept insisting

you kept saying no because you didn’t want a pity date

“i can just meet you all there”

that sounded a lot less sad in your head

“just ask him tomorrow, please?”

fine.

you decided that you’d ask him

on friday

“y/N tHaTs ThE dAy BeFoRe ThE DaNcE”

itll be fine

except it wasn’t fine

you worked your ass off the whole week leading up to friday

you worked everyday, you had exams all week, and you still had hockey practice

you were dead by friday

sweats to class, energy drink in hand, bags under your eyes

and your slippers

you had zero cares today

then you remEMBERED

charlie would absolutely murder you if you didn’t end up asking

so you said screw it (:

you and adam saw each other every day during 5th hour because you both had a free period then

you guys usually hung out and giggled like little kids

but that’s usually where it ended

if he saw you in the halls he would lend a nod, but that’s about the extent of things

so you thought hey, just ask him then

aha. he did a double take when he saw you walk in the library

“are you feeling okay?”

“yeah just tired. working like hell for this stupid cotillion”

he just looked confused

“not everyone has money to burn, cake eater”

he looked embarrassed now

shit

“nono, i didn’t mean it like that. i- i’m just tired”

he shook his head as he smiled and gestures for you to sit down

uh oh

now is the time

where you have to say the thing

nonono

“hey so,...uh!”

“yep?”

why does he lOOK SO GOOD

“so i asked, like, almost everyone...”

great now you sound pathetic

“...and they’ve just been busy so it’s cool...”

you’re just digging yourself deeper

“...but i still don’t have a date to the cotillion, so... would you— wanna go?”

he sat in silence for a moment

so you’re just gonna take that as a no

“what, no poster board, or candies, or sentimental cards?

w h a t

“you mean you saw all that?”

“kinda, yeah”

“o h”

now you didn’t know what to say. you just felt bad

“but yes. i’d love to go”

you did it.

he said yes?!

bet

YOU GUYS HAD SO MUCH FUN

he took you out to a nice restaurant

complimented your dress

your hair

your face

yes your face

AHHHHH this boy

and he actually danced with you?

some songs he knew came on and you were just jumping up and down in the middle of the dance floor

you guys even...

slowdanced

gasp

he was an awkward distance from you, not wanting to overstep your boundaries

but you pulled him closer

and he thought it was nice :)))))

at the end of the night you two were beat

he even walked you back to your dorm room which was in a building opposite than his was :,)

“well, it’s been an amazing night. and now i get to walk across campus”

and then

then you

INVITED HIM INTO YOUR DORM?

wtf

so yeah

he seemed giddy

and you offered him some sleeping clothes

and you slept on separate sides of the bed

and then you got a little closer

and then a little more closer...

and then y’all were cuddling

need i say more?

so yeah, it was just a really nice night for you two :))))

[emsvegetables]

“hi jahsjshsjs can i req akaashi, semi, kageyama and oikawa having scratch marks on their backs from their s/o 😳”

OMG OFC WOORFIFIFJ

Akaashi:

* “AKAAAAAAAAAASHIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!”

* what was up with Bokuto???? what could even happen to him while they were changing in the locker rooms?

* “yo, Akaashi, i didn’t know you were like that,” Konoha’s shooting him a sly grin.

* “didn’t know i was like what?”

* HES SO CLUELESS LMAOOOO

* Komi’s shooting him a wink as he pats him on the back.

* then it clicks.

* OH NO.

* Bokuto’s raising up a hand for him to high-five.

* Akaashi doesn’t even know how to react. he knows he’ll never hear the end of it.

* when he returns Bokuto’s high-five, he’s quickly pulling on a tee-shirt and trying his best to fight the blush that he’s sure is showing on his cheeks.

* literally everyone in the locker room claps for Akaashi.

* They thought he was a big subby LOL

* when the team comes out of the locker rooms, with some of them still winking and patting Akaashi on the shoulders, they catch sight of you talking to Yukie and Kaori by the benches.

* “(Y/N)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

* Bokuto’s running towards you and staring concernedly at you.

* “are you okay?”

* ?????? what.

* “(Y/N), i think he’s checking whether you feel alright, after your...rough time last night,” Konoha has this super wide smile on his face and Akaashi’s trying to look at anywhere but you.

* RJRIITIFIFIFIRJR.

* LOL THE WALK HOME WITH AKAASHI IS SO SILENT BC HES SO MORTIFIED BY THAT DAY’S EVENTS.

* “Keiji are you alright?”

* when his eyes meet yours, his face blooms into the reddest shade of red you’ve ever seen.

* he starts to choke for some reason HAHAHAH

* “Keiji!????”

* he’s never changing with his back facing the team ever again.

* BUT THAT DOESNT WORK WHEN ONE DAY THE TEAM STARTS SCREAMING WHEN THEY SEE HICKEYS LITTERING DOWN HIS CHEST HAHAHAAH

Semi:

* this man IS ROUGH IN BED.

* not even kidding. this man??? rough.

* anyway.

* he knows that the both of you had a rough night that day before when you walk into the gym furrowing your brows as you try to sit on the bench.

* he smiles a little. ;)

* but he doesn’t remember the scratch marks that you LEFT on his back.

* so after practice, he’s trying his best to change out quick so he can walk you home.

* but then.

* HE HEARS TENDOU’S LOW WHISTLE.

* AND HE HEARS

* Reon’s very SHARP gasp.

* then he’s like ?????

* “what?”

* then Ushijima clears his throat and says,” you have a little...something on your back.”

* BLESS USHIJIMA’S CUTE HEART.

* then he looks at the mirror that’s in Shiratorizawa‘s locker room bc that’s a fancy ass school, and it hits him.

* OH.

* ohhhh

* “oh. well.”

* “OH? WELL?” Reon is asking, and Semi notices a very, very red face by his side and it belongs to Goshiki!!!!!

* “it’s alright, i’m fine,” he says to Goshiki.

* “NO WE’RE WONDERING IF (Y/N) IS FINE?”

* Tendou’s eyes are BUGGING OUT of his head.

* bc who knew Semi was FREAKY????

* anyway Shirabu looks kind of impressed, and he quietly bows at his senior when Semi glances over at him.

* tbh Semi finds it FUNNY AHAHAHAH

* but he just casually pulls on a shirt and slings his bag over his shoulder and smiles at the team who’s still staring at him with stunned silence.

* “see y’all at practice tomorrow!”

* AND WHEN HE LEAVES??

* everyone is scrambling to change out of their shirt to follow after Semi bc they NEED answers.

* Semi walks to you with a really smug smile that you’re suspicious of, but when you stand up to press a kiss to him you wince at the pain and he smiles even wider.

* “what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

* EKFIFIFI HE KNOWS WHAT HE DID.

* “(Y/N)!!!!!!!!!! ARE YOU OKAY?????”

* Tendou’s running out with the rest of the team to ask you that LMAOOOOOOO

Kageyama:

* he doesn’t even know he went rough yesterday night.

* but then he hears a SCANDALISED gasp from Daichi when he’s changing out in the club room after practice one day.

* “YOOOOO KAGEYAMA GOT SOME!!!!!!!”

* it’s Nishinoya and Tanaka looking SUPER IMPRESSED.

* Kageyama is very confused, because how did they know???

* then Hinata walks in to the club room after helping Yachi to stow away the balls and then he’s looking very confused.

* “hey, Kageyama, where did all those scratches come from?”

* S-SCRATCHES???

* oh you left that on him last night??

* “oh. it was from (Y/N).”

* he just states it so truthfully that Daichi looks even more scandalised and Yamaguchi starts to blush and Tsukishima just stares.

* “(Y/N)? when did she scratch your back? why did you let her?”

* HAHAAH HINATA’S SWEET MIND.

* “i had s—“

* “HINATAAAAA!!!! COME HELP ME WITH SOMETHING!!!!!” Sugawara is singing and waving Hinata over before Kageyama RUINS his innocence.

* Daichi has been stunned into silence honestly.

* “so why did you let (Y/N) scratch your back?”

* Hinata’s so curious on how that happened and he asks that again while Sugawara changes into his clothes, and has no time to intercept.

* “i had sex with (Y/N) last night.”

* then Hinata starts to blush.

* and Tsukishima SNORTS and laughs bc HAH!!!!!

* but Hinata is very confused.

* “but why would she scratch your back during sex?”

* “OKAY Kageyama put on your shirt, Hinata change into yours,” Ennoshita, our second mama, steps in to change the topic before Hinata gets even more ruined.

* but they cannot stop Hinata when he bounces up to you the next day in the halls while you’re talking to your friend, and asks you why you scratched Kageyama’s back during sex.

* your friend IS SO STUNNED FOFKVKVKFK

Oikawa:

* he isn’t a top.

* he’s more of a switch??? with sub tendencies in my opinion AHAHAH

* SO he’ll probably get the scratches while he’s power-bottoming you.

* and he KNOWS that he’s got scratches, especially when his back stings during practice!!!!!

* so he’s happily removing his clothes in the locker room, and he’s having the small smirk on his face when he hears the locker room fall silent.

* “okay, what the fuck, trashykawa?”

* LMAOO POOR IWAIZUMI.

* “yo. i did not expect you to be rough,” Mattsun says, and Makki has a very shocked look on his face.

* YAHABA’S SO JEALOUS LMAOOO

* Kyoutani has a mildly impressed look on his face AHAHAHAHA

* not even lying, everyone is so shocked at the scratches.

* Oikawa doesn’t even bother to hide them and struts around the locker room to ask for deodorant!!!

* at which Iwaizumi slaps his back and throws him one.

* okay his back HIGHKEY hurts now.

* but he’s really proud!!!! so he’s going to still smirk and say,” jealous, Iwa-chan?”

* WRKFIFIDK HE BETTER RUN

* anyway when the Seijoh third years come out of the locker room and spot you smiling and waving at them, Makki comes up to you and asks you if you’re alright.

* “why?” you say, because you’re so confused AHAHAHAH

* “obviously Oikawa had a...cat scratch him last night,” Mattsun will say with a smirk.

* WIEIFIFIIFFICIFKFKEEKW

* YOU NEVER HEAR THE END OF IT TIRIFICIC

hi anon!!! hope you liked this <3!!!

[meloswifeyyy]

Relationship Alphabet

A - Attitude

Who often has the worst Attitude ?

Well, you obviously. Most of the time because you are hungry or you and Melo just got out of an argument. Melo usually fucks the attitude out of you anywhere, anytime tho.

B - Baby

Who wants Babies the most - first ?

Melo. He often jokes about having kids or when you are having sex he would whisper in your ear  “You trynna have my babies?” or  “You boutta have my babies ” when he nuts in you. He says that he wants 3 or more. You only want 2. You arent rushing into it.

C - Crying 

Who Cries the most in the relationship ?

You. You often cry alone when you miss Melo when he is at away games for so long. Or when your BP triggers, Melo would comfort you. When watching sad movies, or when someone you love dies. Tears of joys appear here and there. Or when you get into arguments and Melo says something wrong or disrespectful out of madness.

D - Dates 

Who has the best Date spots ?

Melo. He would often take you to fancy restaurants in L.A or Miami, or wherever you guys went. Or take you shopping at an expensive place. He would do dates at home like watching movies, have you cook dinner because he cant cook for shit, or he would have a bath waiting on you. 

E - Eat 

Who Eats the most ?   

You. You know damn well you cant survive without food. Its the 2nd best thing that has ever happened to you besides life and Melo. Cant even survive a night. If you would wake up in the middle of the night and get hungry and go to kitchen and try to sneak some food without waking Melo up, he would hear it and go to the kitchen and scare you, picking you up over his shoulder with one arm, and with the other putting the food away carrying you back to the bed because its a little to early in the morning to be eating. 

F - Freak 

Who is the Freakiest ?  

Both of you. You being the only girl that can fuck Melo like you do, and being the only girl Melo is sexually, physically, and mentally attracted to no other girl can do it like you.10/10 in bed. Now Melo on the other hand is a demon in bed. His strokes, hitting your G - Spot constantly with you feeling it in your guts. His 9 inch is almost  always on hard when he is around you. And his tongue is crazy, going in and out and on the pearl AT THE SAME TIME. Crazy right. Spelling his name out on you. He loves when you scratch his back up or give him hickeys everywhere. 10000/10. Makeup sex is the best. 

G - Games 

Who wins the most games ?  

Melo. He would always dare you to a game of Call of Duty or Fortnite to see who would win first. And he would always win. When you would play a game of Uno you would often win and he would be mad the rest of the day due to his competitiveness. But any other game he would win.

H - Happy

Who is the Happiest in the relationship ?  

Both of you. You are always happy when you guys are around each other. Even when you guys just got done arguing you are still happy that he is in your presence. Melo on the other hand is always happy with you around him, he loves to cuddle with you. Its one of his favorite thing to do. He just loves that you are in his presence. You are his other half.

I - Irreplaceable

Who is the most Irreplaceable ?  

You would say Melo but Melo would say you. Melo knows how to deal with you more than anyone else does. He knows all your spots and what you like and dont like. He notices all of your flaws and sees the good and beautiful in them. He knows your body, mind, and soul. No man has a better or brighter or bigger smile than him. He always brightens the mood. You on the other hand are different. A big beautiful smile. You know how to deal with Melo when he is sad, looses a game. You can tell when he is lying or telling the truth just by looking through his eyes. You know how to make him happy. You are the best he has ever had.

J - Jaded 

Who gets the most Jaded after doing something ?

Melo. He usually gets really bored after sitting in the house all day. He really wants to leave the house and do something fun but usually its night time and you would be taking a nap or would be sleep. 

K - Kisses

Who gives the most kisses?

Melo. He is always so clingy and that comes with all the kisses in the world. He kisses you all over your face in your sleep, even when you are sleep he gives you kisses. He loves to kiss all over your body.

L - Love

Who fell in love the fastest?

Melo. He had always had a crush on you and everyone knew you were the one for him. You just didn’t know it until you two started dating. He’s always making sure you are good. He loves your hugs. He was the first one to say “I love you”. He want kids you to have all 10 of his kids.

M - Motivation

Who gives the most motivation?

You. When melo is going to a game and is not having a good feeling about it you motivate him to push through it and win for you. 9/10 he will win or get a lot of points for you.

N - Night Owl

Who is more of a Night Owl?

Both of you. Sometimes when his ADHD is on 10 you guys stay up and listen to music, play games, go on ig live, or just fuck for 7 hours straight. Sometimes you have to tell him to got to sleep or put him to sleep (😏) because he has a game tomorrow and needs all the rest and energy he can get. It also the same for you.

O - Oral Sex

Who gives Oral Sex the most?

Melo. Trust me, you give him head a lot and it’s amazing, 10/10. But melo loves giving you head. He loves to spell his name out on you. Loves to see the faces to make you scream and shout. Loves sharing your cream with you (🥲). He loves to climb under the blanket while you are sleep for some breakfast in bed. Maybe even dinner. His lips make it even better. So glad he don’t got them white genes in his lips (😋😭).

P - Perfect

Whos perfect?

Obviously, no ones perfect but God (🙏🏾). But in your eyes no one else is better for you except melo. You couldnt imagine living life without him. Cant imagine what anyones elses kids would look like with you but. No relationship is perfect. Melo sees you as perfect. Your body. Your style. Your personality. He absolutely loves your touch. He loves touch but for you loving your touch is an understatement. He couldnt imagine his kids with anyone else but you. Cant imagine getting married with anyone else. When you guys get into arguments and sleep in seperate rooms. You barely get sleep because all you can think about is each other. How perfect you guys are for one another.

Q - Q? (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it.)

R - Relate

What traits do you guys have a like each other?

A lot. Both of your favorite food is Chicken tacos. You both love a good game of Uno. You both love sex. Duhh. Both of you guy’s love language is touch. Love playing fortnite together. Love listening to music and taking drives together. Both love lil uzi (we pretending yall💀). Just in general you guys are very alike.

S - Sex

(No question for this one lol. Y’all already know how we is round hea nahhmeannn😭)

The sex. Omgggg. The first time you and melo had sex was. So amazing. Can’t ever forget that moment. Melo is always so horny. Morning sex is the best. Sometimes a little top at the red light can turn into a few rounds in back of the McDonalds parking lot. Lucky enough all his windows tinted as hell. Or in the Victoria’s Secret fitting rooms. You guys could be listening to Chris Brown and he would really take you down, fuck you back to sleep, switch up the tempo, or make you wet the bed (i’m laughing hard ash). The hickeys. The high sex. Drunk sex (drunnnnkkk in lovvveee). Car sex. Balcony sex. All over the house sex ( i got bars.) Mad sex and Make up sex. I could go on. Sex with me so amazinggggg. (i was listening to this song while writing this one💀😫😫😫)

T - Trips

Who likes taking trips internationally?

Melo. He love to take you and a yearly or even monthly vacay. Just you and him. Turks and Caicos. Bora Bora. Jamaica. Iceland. Japan. Africa. Anywhere where you can get away from the world. The different places. The hotels. Being able to fuck anywhere and everywhere. The pools. The different air. (united states ait is so boring). The new food. The animals. You guys love the new places. He loves to see you happy and with a smile on your face.

U - U (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it.)

V - V (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it again.)

W - Right the Wrongs

Who rights their wrongs after an argument?

Usually it would be you first. If you said something that was out of pocket or melo didnt like you woukd quickly apologize. He would forgive you and still cuddle and kiss you and stuff because thats what he does. Tease you. But he would ignore you until he actually forgave you in his head. Melo would apologize and give you some bomb ass d for and apology. Or make that cute face that you can’t resist.

X - (Can’t find a word for X. Give me a suggestion and i will edit it)

Y - Young

Who acts like a Young ass child?

Both of you actually. That’s what makes you love each other the most. The laughs and jokes, the tv shows, everything you could think of. It’s nothing wrong with it at all. Y’all are always gonna bust a joke out at the right time. Maybe sometimes even the wrong time. (damn, double homicide). You guys love laughing with each other.

Z - ZZZ

Who has the worst sleeping habits?

Probably Melo. If you scooted over him even a little bit, he would probably scoot back closer to you or pull you back over to him. And the only con of that is he snores a lot. (Why this nigga snore with his mouth open?🤨💀). Sometimes if he was awake and you werent he would kiss all over you. He loves to lay on your 🍒.

Y’all welcome. I haven’t pose the one of these in a minute. This took me a whole month and a half. I’m tired as hell. 💀

[unknownwriting]

ｓｕｍｍａｒｙ- request: prom hc

ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒ ｓ- Portgas D. Ace, Sabo, Monkey D. Luffy, Trafalgar Water D. Law

ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ- underage drinking, besides that none :)

ａ/ｎ- so like I’m still a junior so I have no idea what proms like but I mean I seen a very movies sooo...I hope you still enjoy 💕

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Portgas D. Ace

Definitely the flustered type but he’s so unbelievably sweet about everything.

The classic type tho, showing up to give your roses and meeting your parents. Embarrassing by everything your parents say.

Ace was so sweet that your parents eve joke about y’all getting married and all that. It’s safe to say that the both of y’all left the house redder than the tie Ace was wearing.

As soon as y’all drove off tho, you were in total control of the date. All that Ace knew was what Garp and the others told them, so the rest of the night was all up to you.

Ace looked hella awkward when It came to the party. Ace is all down for a good party but a formal one, so not his thing. So a lot of the night he was following your lead.

Obnoxious eating? Yes. Drinking a lot? Yup. Passing out afterwards and scarring the shit out of the others? Of course, it wouldn’t be a party without it!

Y’all would met up Sabo and his crew and just goofed around for the most part. Sabo joked about y’all being a couple and all that, y’all would sneak off the pull pranks on the teachers, piss of the love-dovey couple, then did it all again

When it came to dancing, you and some other girls would go dancing while Ace and the others watch from the outside. When the slow dance came on you bet your ass your dragging Ace out.

Very lazy slow dancing, your hands wrapped around his neck with your face buried in the crook of it, while Ace’s hands rested on your bottom. y’all would sway back and forwards just embracing each and enjoying the warmth. and then once the song was over, the 2 of y’all would end with a passionate kiss.

The night was a pretty simple night, Ace wasn’t to into the party so he didn’t want to do much. As long as he was with you, he doesn’t care. You didn’t want to stay the whole night either, you just wanted to make your appearance hang out with the others a bit then leave.

Once y’all leave, y’all send the rest of the night as Ace’s place. Watching movies, ruining yalls clothes, then passing out in some tangled position. The drinks, food, and sore muscles is a problem for the morning

Sabo

Prom king and queen hands down. It’s just a known fact. Going with this man means the nights gonna be almost perfect.

Y’all would be the couple that has matching outfits. Like your dress with match Sabo’s blue tie, stuff like that. He would also spoil you as much as he could too when it comes to getting ready, like he’ll pay for you to get your nails and hair done.

And when it comes to the night of the dance he’ll pick you up, give you flowers, talk with your family, take you out to dinner, then y’all will arrive at the yall walk hand in hand to the ball room. As if y’all were royalty. From there on out, y’all let whatever happens.

When y’all arrive, Sabo was quick to find Ace and his date. You know damn well your not gonna enjoy the party without him. You didn’t mind tho, whenever the 2 of them are together crazy stuff always happens.

Not only does Sabo buddy up with Ace most of the night, but Ace is a social guy, having ties with a lot of people. So y’all spend a lot of the time hanging out with other people. Of course Sabo’s not going anyways where without his date. So if your not going Sabo ain’t either.

Not much time is spent on the dance floor because y’all are always with some group of people goofing off and talking. But once the slow dance comes on the 2 of y’all are definitely gonna be floor dancing.

Similarly to Ace, y’all have a very lazy dance style. Your hands around his neck and his hands wrapped around your waist. A few words would be exchanged between y’all but besides that’s y’all just enjoy each other’s embrace.

Y’all do end up staying most of the night. The plan was to leave a little after the slow dance after y’all had finished talking to everyone. Y’all were gonna join Ace and his date do a double movie date at their house. But everyone insisted y’all stay

So y’all end up staying bc luckily enough this is when y’all are named prom king and queen, it’s was mostly sabo who won but everyone still voted you too bc let’s be honest y’all are still a perfect couple.

But after the crowning y’all basically said your thanks you and all that then snuck off with Ace and his date to crash at their place.

It was a very active night with you and sabo talking with everyone and then being named prom king and queen. And as always to end a very active night, the 2 of y’all cuddle in each other arms and just savor the embrace of each other.

Monkey D. Luffy

Very spontaneous with this one. You don’t even know your going with him until like 3 days before. And he didnt event bother to ask you, someone brought up the question in which Luffy answered, “Oh, I’m taking s/o.” Never once did you hear anything about it

But although you had 3 days to buy a dress and schedule hair and make up appointments, you went anyways. A party with Luffy and the Strawhats, no way your were gonna miss out on this.

Now Luffy’s not as romantic as his brothers but he’s knows that he at least has to take you out to dinner, he mostly heard that from Grap and the others. However Garp seemed to forget to see Luffy when. But you got into the car you thought he just simply forgot, but it wouldn’t till after dance would he take you.

The dance it’s was a whole experience. You wouldn’t expect any less tho. With the strawhats involved it always a party that either ends in 2 ways: 1- in disaster or 2- not a planned at all.

To start of with, somehow they were able to find the alcohol?? Which shouldn’t even be on the school grounds?? And they were already drinking it like no tomorrow. Zoro was on his 5th glass already and Nami was in a drinking contest

Brook took control of the Dj booth was just playing songs at random, ‘big green tracker’ by Jason aldean then ‘kiss me more’ by Doja cat, then some classical track

Usopp and Franky were doing god knows what. Something to do with the lightings or something. Making the dance floor much more like a club. Sanji was chancing off a group of girls around the floor, and then finally Robin and Chopper were just in the back enjoying the food

They were all over the place but it’s what makes them the life of the party. Even though they were all over the place and doing their out think, Luffy was jumping around everywhere too but he still knows that y’all are on a date, so where ever he goes you follow behind.

This prom is definitely going down in school history. There is no way that people won’t be talking about it. Anything to do with the Strawhats goes down in history.

Of course unlike the others, y’all end up partying all night long and then crashing at some restaurants Luffy promised he’d take you. Although it wasn’t much of a prom date, you still enjoyed the time you spent with the others. And Luffy made sure to keep you close to his side all night long.

Trafalgar Water D Law

Law was that one cool senior, who had like a cool car and all that. With that being said, you were his 1 year younger lover. So while he doesn’t go to school anymore, he was still your date to prom.

Practically the talk of the school when y’all arrive, not because y’all are still dating but mostly because you were able to keep up with someone like him. With Law being cool he was still kinda a jerk, so having you with him was a relief

So law may be a jerk but he’s is a romantic one at least. Like sabo, he picks you up and gives you a bunch of flowers, he not to social with your parents but they are still cool with him. Then take you out to dinner

At dinner you joke about how he just left high school and now he’s back and how awkward it would be to see his old teachers. Of course, he doesn’t care. Law was more curious to see how the night played out. His senior year he didn’t go to prom so it’s the first with you.

When y’all first get to the party, Law’s pretty much glued to your side. Not because he find it awkward and uncomfortable but he just doesn’t know anyways besides the teachers. So you take him around and introduce him to all your friends.

Whether you introduced a boy or girl, Law kept a hand on you the whole time, almost as a way of saying that your his. This is when you first realized just how intimidating Law is. He really does seem to only have a soft spot for you. So when it come to dancing, Law stood near the wall letting you enjoy the dance floor with your friends without him.

He made sure to scare of any boy who got to close tho, as he watched you with such an intense gaze. However once the slow dance come on that all changed. You dragged Law out to the dance floor where y’all were both surrounded by a bunch of other couples.

Surprisingly for how much Law doesn’t say he’s not a good dancer he was amazing when it came to the slow dance. He was such a passionate dancing too, but so much love in the dance. With y’all’s hands intertwined and his hands resting on your hip and yours on his shoulder, the 2 of y’all swayed back and forward.

However once the slower dance was over, y’all really had no other reason to stay. So you law and a few other friends snuck out and just crashed at some bar where y’all celebrated both prom and graduation that was coming up soon.

Although Law already graduated, he would never miss an opportunity to share a drink and few heated kisses between his tipsy lover.

[ptergwen]

call me cupid

w/c: 3.5k

warnings: very mild angst and a few swears

summary: despite your hatred for valentine’s day, peter attempts to make you a card

a/n: happy valentine’s day my loves!! i hope y’all get to spend some time with your people today and eat lots of chocolate <3 love you & enjoy mwah

-

it’s no secret that peter is terrible with words. he gets so flustered he can’t talk or forgets what he wants to say altogether. school presentations are torture. ordering food out is impossible. he’s accepted it at this point, that speaking just isn’t for him.

the one place it doesn’t come across is on paper. peter is ridiculously smart, and he knows all the right words to string together, which is why writing you a valentine should be no trouble at all. should be no trouble at all.

to tell the truth, he’s been sitting at his kitchen table with a blank sheet of paper in front of him for what feels like hours. nothing is coming to him. he’s not sure why this is so hard. you’re his girlfriend, he loves you, he’s said it so many times in every way he could think to. what’s different about it now?

everyone puts way too much pressure on giving the perfect gift when they should really just be enjoying each other’s company on a holiday about love. or, in your words, a meaningless holiday that was created by capitalists as another excuse to take people’s money. 

alright, you aren’t too fond of valentine’s day.

it makes anyone who’s single feel like shit and anyone who’s in a relationship lose their shit.

only mj agreed when you shared your criticisms. ned and betty gave you looks like you were insane, and flash muttered something about you being undateable. peter had laughed and swung an arm around your shoulders, but he didn’t fully agree.

although valentine’s day has its flaws, peter likes to see it as twenty four hours of extra appreciation for the people in his life. you can buy chocolate for your friends and family. it doesn’t have to be a significant other, really. him and ned would do it before he had you and ned had betty.

peter wants to remind you how loved you are even if you’re not into the festivities like he is, that bringing him to writing your card. it’s a simple and clinically underrated way of expressing his gratitude. he’d write you love letters every day if he didn’t suck at them.

may comes out of her room to see peter in the same place he’s been since he got home from school. she looks at him through her glasses, smiling as she comes into the room. he’s tapping his pencil on the table, eraser down, searching his mind for anything to write.

“still nothing?” may asks him, making her way over to the cabinets. peter puts down the pencil and sighs. his shoulders slump. “nope. i haven’t gotten past the intro.” “intro, huh?” she teases her newphew and grabs a jar of sauce. “y/n isn’t your teacher, kiddo. you’re not writing her an essay.” she looks at peter over her shoulder. a sheepish smile creeps onto his face.

“you know what i mean.” he reads over the only words on his paper at the moment. dear y/n. he’s starting to feel like spongebob the one time he wrote a paper. “what are you making?” peter asks may so he can temporarily take the focus off his unwritten valentine. “pasta,” may shakes the box in her hand. “and meatballs.”

“should i dial 911 now or wait until we’re in flames?” peter jokes about her awful cooking skills. may shoos him off and puts the box of pasta on the counter. “worry about your own kitchen nightmare.” she nods at the sheet of paper tormenting him. frowning, he glances back at her. “i’m the worst, may. i really don’t know what to write.”

may struggles to open the jar of sauce as she replies. “i thought you said- jesus.” it pops off. “y/n doesn’t like valentine’s day.” she slides over a pot from the stove and dumps the sauce in. peter stares up at the ceiling. “she doesn’t.” that’s probably why he’s having such a hard time. “why are you writing her a card, then?” may questions, turning on a burner.

“because, i dunno, it’s nice? it’ll make her happy? she might not care, but i do.” he mumbles the last part. he’s a bit of a hopeless romantic, so he hasn’t quite adjusted to the idea you had of not getting each other presents. you’re treating it like a regular day. some takeout and cuddles is all you’re doing.

peter would rather buy you things until his pockets are empty. not that there’s much in them, anyway. the point is that you deserve proper spoiling instead of corny words in his shitty handwriting.

“peter, honey. it might be better to stick with what y/n wants,” may suggests while stirring the sauce in the pot. she’s well aware that a few paragraphs from peter won’t change your mind. your opinions belong to you, and there’s nothing he can do about it, though he does have good intentions.

ignoring what may just said, peter makes a request. “what if you help me write it?” she faces the stove again. he can picture her playful smile when she quirks back, “she’s not my girlfriend.” “no, but you’re a girl... a woman,” he corrects himself, earning a scoff from may. “you’d probably know what sounds good.”

“you know y/n better than me, peter. do it on your own,” she exhales and turns back around with the wooden spoon in her hand. “it’ll be more... heartfelt.” peter hates that may is right because he’s completely stuck. his heart is being stupid today. “okay. i’ll try.” he gives her a slow nod. “why don’t you take a break? come stir the sauce. i’ll start the pasta.”

peter gets up from the table and grabs the spoon from may. she pinches his cheek on her way to the sink, getting a tight lipped smile from him.

this is not good.

-

the next day at school, peter asks around the lunch table for advice while you’re on line getting food. he feels guilty about it because may told him not to. he’s never going to get your valentine done if he doesn’t, though. it isn’t the worst thing in the world to bring on some co-writers.

“ok, what do you have so far?” betty asks, fully invested in the situation. she’s hoping this will switch up your views on valentine’s day. peter pulls out the same piece of paper from last night and says verbatim what’s on it. “dear y/n.” he looks up at ned and betty, the corners of his mouth twitching down. ned motions with his hand for peter to go on.

“that’s it,” peter confesses and folds the paper back up in shame. “dude, you told us it was a work in progress,” ned winces, betty taking his hand that’s resting on her shoulder. “where’s the progress?” betty patronizes him. they’re making him feel worse than he already did. what great co-writers he’s collaborating with.

peter throws a hand up, an eye roll included. “yeah, it’s terrible. can you help me or not?” mj narrows her own eyes at peter from the other end of his bench. she’s not interested in participating when the conversation is about forcing you to celebrate a holiday you don’t like.

“ooh!” betty squeals and squeezes ned’s hand. “you should make a list.” ned grins, leaning his head on hers. “genius, babe.” “a list of what?” peter furrows his eyebrows as he looks between the two of them. “what you love about y/n,” she explains, ned adding on, “stuff you do together, or you appreciate.”

“put whatever you come up with into sentences and voilà,” betty says in her best french accent. “oui oui,” ned agrees, both of them giggling. that doesn’t sound half bad. peter could manage a list about you. “thank you so much, guys. you literally just saved valentine’s day,” he confidently tucks his paper into his pocket. “it’s what we do,” ned tells him coolly.

“you never asked what i think,” mj cuts in, staring down her friends, who reluctantly meet her gaze. she pushes her bag of goldfish aside and raises an eyebrow. “mj, we know how you feel about valentine’s day.” peter presses his lips together. “y/n feels the same way,” mj reminds him dryly.

it’s true, but he doesn’t want to hear that right now. he’s having a breakthrough.

like clockwork, you appear at the table. you slip into the spot next to peter and put down your lunch tray. “what’d i miss?” you comment on the obvious tension, eyeing betty for an explanation. mj gives it to you. “valentine’s day discourse,” she tells you knowingly. peter shifts in his seat, uncomfortable, like he’s been caught doing something he isn’t supposed to.

he technically has.

“yuck,” you murmur, winding your arms around peter’s neck. “yuck, yuck, yuck.” he finds your words ironic because you then kiss his cheek, and peck his lips when he turns his head. peter puts a hand on your side and lets his eyes go up and down your face. a smile spreads across it, which he returns without thinking about. mj huffs in disapproval. she’s seen enough pda.

-

peter makes his list later that night. he decided he isn’t being inauthentic because he’s coming up with everything himself. he breezes right through it, jotting down what he loves most about you across the paper. it’s a mess. scribbled out misspellings and shreds of eraser, single words and whole phrases covering both sides. he’s proud of his actual progress.

he’ll write the official letter tomorrow since you’re coming over tonight. he at least has his material. the next, thankfully final, step is to reword it.

you’re ranting to peter about some drama with one of your teachers. he listens intently as always, chuckling when you crack jokes and grinning the entire time, feeling so lucky to have the most passionate, say whatever is on her mind girlfriend ever. seriously, it’s inspiring to watch.

“no, like, i never know what’s going on in that class,” you snort, peter snaking his arms around your middle from behind. “because you don’t pay attention,” he hums with his face nuzzled into the back of your neck. “because it doesn’t make any sense!” you defend yourself. his lips brush against your bare skin, drawing a giggle out of you.

“back to what i was saying,” your voice drips with sarcasm. the two of you naturally gravitate to his room, you walking in first. “she called on me, and i- what’s this?” you escape peter’s arms and head over to his desk. crap, he was working on your valentine and forgot to put it away. it caught your attention because it’s surrounded by crumpled papers and glitter.

peter was... experimenting... with designs for the front of the card. he’s learned that he isn’t too artistic either.

“wait, don’t read that,“ peter tries, but you’ve already got the list in your hands. he anxiously sucks his lower lip into his mouth and comes to stand next to you.

you first see the ‘dear y/n,’ then focus in on a few other words. my person forever, which makes you coo at the paper. insane (in the best way), which makes you gasp dramatically. i know you don’t like valentine’s day, but...

you drop the card back on the desk and let out a breath, shutting your eyes as irritation creeps in. it wouldn’t be fair for you to be mad at peter because it’s a sweet gesture, it really is. just, not for you personally. you’re on opposite sides of the valentine’s spectrum. you despise it, he sort of loves it. you’d hoped to meet somewhere in the middle.

“i thought we said no gifts,” you keep your voice level and spin around to look at peter. his face is painted with guilt. “it’s a card,” he murmurs, then meets your eyes with his brows knitted together. “i can’t even give you a card?” “i mean...” you shrug and shake your head. “look, peter. we had an agreement. i’m not doing valentine’s day.”

his disappointment comes out in the form of hanging his head. “yeah, you’re right. sorry.”

may tried to tell him this would happen, mj tried to tell him, and now you’re telling him. he should’ve expected it. he isn’t sure why he’s being so mopey about it because he was fully aware of your hatred for anything with the word valentine in it. it still hurts. peter just wishes you’d let him have the one day to love you and only you, give you some special attention.

“it’s nothing against you, babe,” you reassure him, noticing the shift in his mood. you put a hand on his shoulder. “i really just don’t like valentine’s day. it feels so... fake to me.” peter musters up a smile that doesn’t meet his eyes. it drops when you loop your arms around his torso.

“if i celebrated, you’d be the first person i’d wanna spend it with.” you punctuate your words with a kiss to his cheek. he rests his chin on your head, you nuzzling your own cheek into his sweater. he’s feeling a bit better now. it’s not about him, that’s what he needs to remind himself. “thanks, baby,” peter speaks lowly into the air. you hum as if to say no problem.

scratch literally everything he’s done.

-

peter rolls over in his bed, rubbing at his eyes as his alarm goes off. it’s today. happy valentine’s day to... himself. he doesn’t think you’d want to hear it.

he’s not as broken up about everything as the other day. you have your reasons for not celebrating, and peter accepts them. hey, he still gets to spend the whole day with you. you’re technically having an unspoken valentine’s date.

he gets up from his bed with a yawn and starts to dig through his drawers for an outfit. you should be over soon.

before you head over to peter’s, you decide to make a quick stop at cvs for a few things. you ended up feeling pretty terrible about snapping on him essentially for loving you. it was over a harmless valentine, something to make you feel good and be an outlet for the hundreds of romantic bones in his body. basically, you were bitter about having a thoughtful boyfriend.

you want to make it up to him by giving him gifts instead. you’ll never be down with the whole exploitive and capitalistic side of valentine’s day, but there’s a deeper meaning to it than what you give it credit for. you see that now. peter was able to show his love for you through a homemade mess of a card, and you felt it. the price tags don’t matter. the meaning does.

dressed in his nicest sweater with his hair all styled, peter answers your knocking at his door. a grin instantly paints his face as he takes you in. you’re bundled up in a coat and holding a bag by your side. “hey,” he greets you and lets you past him. you shut the door behind him, returning the smile and winding an arm around his neck for a hug. his drapes around your back.

“hey. happy valentine’s day.” “happy valentine’s-“ peter realizes what he’s about to say and what you just said, then stops himself. “what?” he breaks the hug, squinting at your odd behavior. you’re the last person he’d expected to hear that from. “it’s valentine’s day. so, happy valentine’s day,” you tell him like it’s nothing.

he stays quiet while you shrug off your coat and throw it over one of the kitchen chairs. you bring your bag along with you, peter following you in. he’s suspicious. intrigued, and suspicious. it’s been less than a day since he last say you. you had a change of heart that fast? you aren’t the biggest valentine’s day anti he knows anymore?

“where’s may?” you wonder aloud, taking both of peter’s hands in your now free ones. he eyes the shopping bag you put down while you lace your fingers together. “with happy. they’re getting brunch.” he’s never particularly psyched to talk about their relationship. it’s always been in a joking way, though. now, he sounds genuinely upset to go over may’s whereabouts.

“they’re so cute,” you comment, tugging on peter’s hands so he looks at you. “you good?” “great,” peter half lies and nods, then presses a reassuring kiss to your cheek. he’s not bad. puzzled is the word. what you say next only adds to it.

“good. i have a few things for you,” you beam at him and grab your shopping bag off the chair. that’s what that’s for? peter isn’t fully sure what you’re up to. it doesn’t stop a smile from stretching across his lips, though.

“what happened to no presents?” he tests you as you reach into the bag. “well, i feel bad about how i acted the other day.” you pull out a heart shaped box of chocolates. “the card was really sweet, and i was too caught off guard to appreciate it. i’m sorry, pete.” peter’s eyes twinkle at you, gazing as you give him a smile with a hint of shyness behind it. you’re leaving your comfort zone and entering his.

“i was wrong and cynical and just, yeah. happy valentine’s day,” you add on and shove the box into his hand. he finally grins, so wide and then lets out a breathy laugh. “thanks, y/n. i know it was probably hard to shop being surrounded by this stuff.” he holds up the box. he’s right. you’ll unfortunately be seeing pink and red for weeks. “it was, but i did it for you.” you happily open up your arms for him.

peter puts down the chocolates and pulls you into his arms, his cheek squished against the side of your head as he hugs you to his chest. “oh my god, i love you so much,” he mumbles out, you squeezing him in response. “i love you, pete.” you press a quick kiss to his neck and hold him at arm’s length so you can see him. “i have something else for you.”

“baby,” peter coos, a pout on his lips. “you don’t have to do all of this. i would’ve been fine without the chocolates, even.” “stop, you deserve it,” you shut down the part of him that’s way too nice and selfless. “you’re my real present,” he says lower and with a toothy smile. shaking your head, you reach behind you and into the bag.

he can’t believe you’ve switched stances on valentine’s day. you’re the present pusher, and he’s refusing them. peter thinks it’s some sort of miracle that you’re not only acknowledging the holiday, you’re also partaking in it. his hopeless romantic side tells him it’s actually love, and it is. that’s the cheesy, hallmark movie truth. you suffered through shopping at a heart themed cvs because you love him. simple.

you return with a pink envelope that you place into peter’s hand. his face softens as he closes his fingers around it. “y/n, you made me a card?” “kind of,” you laugh at his overstatement. it’s obviously pre-made. you’d used a pen to fill it out in the store, scribbled a few words and tucked it into the envelope.

“it really doesn’t compare to yours, though,” you simultaneously warn and compliment him. peter dismisses you with a lighthearted click of his tongue. “oh, shush. that was only a rough draft.” “which proves my point even more. open it.” you grip onto the bottom of his sweater and grin.

he keeps his eyes on you while ripping open the envelope, then looks down and chuckles at the gag of the card. it has r2d2 and r4d4 from star wars on the front. inside is already written, “r4 is red and r2 is blue. if i was the force then i’d be with you.” you giggle to yourself, watching him read what you wrote next. i love you more every day, especially on valentine’s. xo, y/n.

peter holds the card to his side and slings an arm around your waist. “they make star wars valentines?” he murmurs, another smile breaking out on his face, one that you of course return. you use his sweater to pull him closer. “apparently. perfect for you.” peter tosses the card down next to the chocolates, both arms now holding you.

“thank you so much, baby. you’re an angel,” he sighs and pecks your lips after. “call me cupid,” you answer.

you give him a longer kiss back, tilting your head up to deepen it. your hands find their place on his biceps, earning a hum from peter as he moves his lips against yours. you can feel his love in every little movement, how he hugs your waist like you’re made of glass, rests his forehead against yours. when your lips mutually detach, peter speaks first, voice slightly husky.

“happy valentine’s day, cupid.”

you breathe out, peter closing his eyes in content.

“happy valentine’s day, r2.”

[twiceinadream]

“Blow off some steam.”

Requested: Yup

Request: dom!jeongyeon x fem!s/o if you could? business (like workplace thing) au where jeongyeon gets stressed with all the things she needs to get done and wants reader to relieve it

a/u: Hey, guys! I’m back and with another Jeongyeon prompt, it feels like forever since I’ve written for my bias. This AU is basically the Tdoong Entertainment season 2 so if you’re ever confused that’s what I’m referencing. I hope y’all enjoy, I love you guys!

Word Count: 2k

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Jeongyeon slouched back in her chair as she closed her eyes, she could feel them straining against the harsh glare of the computer screen as she reached a hand up to massage her temples. Everyone had already left the company nearly an hour ago, even her manager Myoui Mina had beat her to clocking out as she was left with a mountain of work to finish before the end of the week. She sighed heavily as she heard her phone buzz, her face lighting up as your name flashed on the screen: Hey Jagi! Are you coming home soon? Food’s getting cold.

The brunette frowned as she typed back: Sorry, don’t wait up for me. I'm still at the office going through projects. I’ll pick something up later, love you <3

Jeong waited for your: Love you too. Before setting her phone down and continued going over the mountain of paperwork Chaeyoung had sent her this morning, ‘And they said they’d take it easy on me when I got back from the business trip.’ The Korean girl mused as she scrolled through another file.

—

Across town you could sense your girlfriend wasn’t as “good” as she was trying to play off, ‘If Jeong says she’s gonna eat later, that may as well be never.’ Shaking your head to yourself as you decided to pack up the dinner you had cooked and make your way down to Tdoong Entertainment, ‘At least she’ll be happy to see me.’

—

When you arrived the place was nearly dead save for a custodian or two mopping up the floors as you rode the elevator to your girlfriend’s floor. The dark hallways made you a little nervous as you held the bag closer to your body before spotting the only computer screen still on, and to your relief your girlfriend was sitting in front of it. A soft smile graced your lips as you walked as quietly over to her as possible before wrapping your arms around her from behind. Jeongyeon jumped at the contact as spun around in her chair throwing you off, “What the..Y/N!?”

You laughed lightly, “The one and only.” You smiled brightly as Jeong wrapped you in a proper hug, her nose buried in your neck as you felt her relax in your hold.

“What’re you doing here?” She mumbled against your neck refusing to let go as you just held her.

“I figured you probably weren’t going to eat so I decided to bring dinner to you instead. What are you doing here so late?” The brunette pulled away to place a peck on your lips.

“I got a shit ton of work sent to me from Chae this morning so I have to get a move on if I want it done by the deadline, which is the end of the week.” She sighed as she fell back in her chair leaving you standing.

“Well, that sucks. But I’ll stay with you till you finish up for the night.” You reached into the bag and pulled out two sets of Tupperware filled with kimchi-jjigae and some rice along with two pairs of chopsticks and spoons, “Bon appetit.”

Jeong thanked you as she turned back to the computer taking a bite every so often as you pulled a chair from Momo’s desk beside your girlfriend as a calm silence fell between the two of you.

—

Another hour of silence passed before Jeongyeon once again fell back in her seat, this time massaging one of her shoulders as you looked up from your phone in concern. “Want some help?”

Your girlfriend just nodded as you rose from the chair moving to stand behind her as you softly began kneading the tense muscles under her grey suit jacket. A contented sigh falling from her lips as she leaned into your touch, enjoying the feel of her body relaxing as your hands ventured down further till you were lightly brushing her sides. Her eyes cracking open as she felt your hands move to the front of her shirt, as you began massaging her breasts lightly. “You’re being naughty.”

You shrugged innocently as Jeong stared up at you, “I don’t know what you mean.” The brunette rolled her eyes as she swiveled the chair around to face you.

“Oh I think you do.” She smiled as she stood up, looking over you with a predatory stare making you swallow a lump in your throat, before she leaned in to whisper in your ear, “You’re being a brat.”

You shuddered as her breath tickled the sensitive skin of your ear as you felt heat begin to pool in your stomach, “N..no, I just want you to blow off some steam.”

Your body felt hot as Jeongyeon’s arm snaked around your waist pulling you closer to her as her lips left open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck, you felt like putty under her touch as you melted into her kisses as she flipped your guy’s position so she could push you against her desk. The back of your thighs hit the table as your girlfriend connected your lips in a kiss before she helped you onto the desk, she wedged herself between your legs as she slipped her hands under your shirt.

Shivering under the cool touch of her fingers as she worked her way to the clasp of your bra, expertly removing it with a flick of her wrist as you felt it go slack on your shoulders. She broke the kiss to look you in the eyes as she silently asked for permission to continue, you returned it with a nod as she worked your shirt over your head and took your bra with it exposing your breasts to cool air of the office as your nipples hardened to stiff peaks from the cold and your arousal. Arousal that you were sure could be seen soaking through the front of your underwear as Jeong moved her hands to work on your pants as she took a stiffened bud into her mouth.

She used her tongue to circle the sensitive skin around your areola as she popped the button to your jeans, using her hands to slowly work the material down your legs as you lifted up on the desk slightly. Releasing your breast with a pop as she placed a kiss to the valley in between your boobs before she began trailing them down your stomach till she stopped above the waistband of your underwear. She was on her knees in front of you with a smile painting her face from ear to ear, sure enough you looked down to see that your excitement was more than visible to the naked eye as she decided that she wanted to tease you further.

Moving away from where you wanted her most so she could place languid kisses and nips to your inner thighs and leave marks where no one but she could admire them. Your fists clenched tighter as you tried to behave but your girlfriend had been dragging this on for far too long and you were growing impatient. And after enduring another few minutes of her teasing you couldn’t take it anymore, “Jeongie please.”

The brunette’s eyes flicked up to your face at your sudden outburst, “Please what?” The smug smirk on her face made you want to roll your eyes, but you knew better than that, as you sighed.

“Please...fuck me.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you ducked your head in shame.

“What was that Y/N-ah?” Jeongyeon pushed as your face turned all the more red.

“I said…” You shook your head as you rid yourself of your nerves, “Fuck me. Please fuck me!”

Finally satisfied with your answer, Jeongyeon hooked her fingers into the elastic of your underwear, “No need to beg, baby.” She smirked as she placed a kiss to your clothes clit before pulling the fabric down your legs. You barely had enough time to lift your hips so she could get the garment off and the next thing you knew her tongue was at your entrance.

You were leaking like a faucet as your girlfriend lapped up your juices, her skilled tongue knew all the special spots that made your toes curl and your core tighten. She worked you like a finely tuned instrument as your moans filled the empty office floor, bouncing off every wall as you let the world know just how well Yoo Jeongyeon made love to you.

Your fingers found its way into her hair as she continued eating you out, you pulled gently at her tresses as she began suckling your clit. Your thighs tightened around her head as the coil in your stomach felt like it was getting wound tighter and tighter. It seemed as though your orgasm was no less than a stone’s throw away till Jeong inserted a finger inside of you did things turn up a notch.

It wasn’t much of a stretch but she wasn’t playing around when she found the spongy patch of flesh along the frontal wall of your snatch, giving it an experimental push before hooking her finger into your g-spot. The overwhelming sensation of the feeling of her tongue on your clit and her finger jackhammering against your g-spot sent your body into an unexpected orgasm that shook you to your core.

It all happened faster than you could have ever processed. One second you were on the verge of coming and the next thing you knew you were thrown headlong into one of the most intense orgasms of your life. Your body shook uncontrollably as your girlfriend didn’t let up on the attention she was giving you even if your screams grew so loud she figured the entire building and anyone lingering outside could probably hear you reaching cloud 9. But instead of stopping, she encouraged you to keep coming as your entire body seized around her.

The last thing you remember was your vision going white as you laid slack in Jeongyeon’s arms. A satisfied smile on her face as she carefully set you in a chair and began redressing you so she could get you into the car and back home.

She figured the reports could wait till tomorrow.

-

The next morning Jeongyeon had walked onto the floor and no more than five seconds of her being there Mina had yelled at her to come into her office. The brunette did as she was told following the flustered looking Japanese women who could barely look her in the eyes. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife when Jeong spoke up, “So, what is this about Mina-ssi?”

The raven haired woman opened her mouth to speak before closing it when no words came out, her eyes darted back to her computer then briefly at Jeongyeon then back to the computer. A light blush began coloring her cheeks as she pinched the bridge of her nose, “If we gave you too much work, you could have just said so.”

Jeongyeon cocked her head in confusion as she looked at her manager in confusion, “What’re you…”

Mina turned her computer screen around so the older woman could get a third person view of what you and her had gotten up to last night at the office, “There. Are. Cameras.” The brunette’s jaw dropped as her pupils seemed to turn into saucers.

“I…” Jeong was rendered speechless as her face took on an unhealthy shade of red, refusing to look the other woman in the eyes.

“Just, don’t do it again. Please. I don’t need HR coming in here with an ‘inappropriate use of office space’ presentation. Am I clear?” Mina fell back into her chair with an exasperated sigh, turning the screen back around so that it was only facing her.

Jeongyeon nodded her head earnestly, “Of course, it won’t happen again. I swear.”

Sighing again, Mina nodded, “Good, now get back to work. I assume you still have projects from last night to finish.”

The teasing lilt was not lost on the Korean woman as she walked to the door, stopping before she could leave, “Oh, Mina-ssi?” The Japanese woman looked up from her desk to face her, “Is...is there a possibility I could get a copy of that?”

Mina’s face went pale then red as she yelled, “Out, Yoo Jeongyeon! Out, out, out!”

The elder’s laugh followed her out as she yelled back, “Great talking with you boss!”

[aomine-ryo]

Akwbejdjsjsj um so excited about your requests being open! Okay could you please do Riko Adia x fem reader who’s more quiet, and how the team would react to her and them being together- also your writing is amazing 💕✨

I’ve never written for Aida before but this was so fun!! I really love her character ngl. I hope you’ll enjoy reading this one :) xx

Scenario: Aida Riko introducing her fem!s/o to the team

It had been a few months since you and Aida had started dating and you absolutely loved it. She was certainly more outgoing than you and you truly admired her for it; there was never an awkward silence between you two and it was so therapeutic. So it goes without saying that there was no one else to us rather spend your time with.

Aida was a busy person though. Between coaching the team and her vigorous studies, it was hard to catch a hold of her for yourself.

“You should drop by the gym after school. I could use the company,” Aida suggested as you waited in line at the canteen.

“Should I? I don’t want to be a bother,” you said hesitantly. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, the thought of being surrounded by a bunch of 6 foot tall high school boys also scared you ever so slightly.

“No, no, trust me. I’d love to have you there. If you don’t mind, you could help set up the drills and stuff too. Sound alright?”

You took a moment to think it over before nodding. “Yeah I guess it’ll be fine.”

“Really? Great!” she exclaimed as she placed a kiss on your cheek excitedly. “I can’t wait,” she beamed.

Once the school day came to an end, you walked with Aida to the gym, listening to her talk about her plans for a training camp. She opened up the doors to the gym filled with the boys who’d already begun practicing their shots on the court and you trailed in behind her.

“Ayy, Coach is here,” Kiyoshi announced in the middle of his stretching.

Everyone stopped what they were doing in that moment to turn their heads towards you two.

“Who’s that with you?” Hyuga questioned, looking over at you.

Aida nonchalantly swung her arm around your shoulders, startling you for a moment as you got dragged closer to her. “This, is my lovely partner, Y/N,” she introduced. Everyone’s eyes lit up in surprise. “Y/N’s going to be helping us out today, and if any of you bother them for even a moment I will kick you.”

They all shifted uncomfortably at the threat. It wasn’t like they were planning on bothering you, but they certainly weren’t going to do it now.

“Since when were you a lesb—“

Kagami was cut off by a nudge on his arm from Kuroko, who you hadn’t noticed until that very moment. “I didn’t know you were in a relationship, Coach. How long have you been together?” the blue haired boy asked politely as Kagami rubbed his arm with a frown on his face.

“We’re nearing in on four months now, right?” Aida looked at you to confirm.

You gave her a curt nod in response.

“Would you like to introduce yourself to the guys?” she asked, her voice so much softer with you that it had the boys’ minds blown.

“I think you already did that for me,” you muttered to her, giggling softly. Aida tried to stifle a laugh herself as she looked at you.

“Don’t you think Coach seems nicer when she’s with Y/N?” Izuki muttered to Hyuga, though it was still fairly audible to the rest of them.

“Woah I think this is the first time I’ve seen Coach this happy,” Koganei said rather loudly, snapping her out of her moment with you.

“Alright, that’s enough personal talk. Why aren’t y’all running your five laps around the court right now?” Aida narrowed her eyes at them as she placed her hands on her hips.

They all let out a groan. “Good going, Koganei,” Kagami said sarcastically as they all huddled together and began to run.

Meanwhile, Aida got her clipboard out and began to go over the schedule with you, informing you about what she wanted you to do— it wasn’t much to be honest, most of it involved you doing absolutely nothing for the next two hours.

As much as you would’ve liked to stay with your girlfriend chatting endlessly, she seemed to get into ‘coach mode’ very quickly. Wanting to be helpful, mainly out of sheer awkwardness, you did your best to help the boys out, giving them their water bottles and things whenever they needed it.

Towards the end of practice, they began to play some three-on-three matches with each other and you actually ended up awkwardly making conversation with whoever was on the bench as they rotated between subs. It was usually the boys who initiated the conversation with you, and you certainly didn’t mind that. However, you came to realise that you’d never heard Mitobe’s voice. He never spoke to you nor did you speak to him, but you strangely never felt awkward around him. He was just a very calming presence.

Meanwhile, whenever Hyuga, Izuki, Koganei or Kiyoshi were on the bench, it would be non-stop talking. Kiyoshi and Koganei would continuously ask you anything and everything about what it was like dating Aida. Most of the time you were very overwhelmed by their intensity that you had to take a few moments to process what they were trying to say, but they were very sweet with you that you didn’t feel too pressurised. Hyuga, too, was also very curious about what your relationship with Aida might be like, though he was much less in your face compared to the other two.

Izuki wanted to tell you all his jokes and you felt like you couldn’t refuse him, so you just listened. He had some pretty good ones in there that got you to laugh quite hard. Sometimes Aida would hear your snickering and she’d get distracted for a moment as she smiled at you gently, softening up for a moment as she watched you having fun before directing her attention back to the games.

Tsuchida, Furihata, Kawahara and Fukuda were generally nice people to be around. They’d sometimes try to talk to you about school or something general but they were very respectful and didn’t want to pry with questions about your relationship.

For the most part, Kuroko was the same. He was good at holding a conversation and he was polite about all his questions regarding your relationship. The softness of his voice made you feel more comfortable talking to him because it gave you the feeling that he was similar to you in that you were both generally quiet. By the end of it all you probably ended up bonding with him the most.

Meanwhile, Kagami was just a mess when it came to trying to talk to you. He was much too focused on practice to try and talk to you, but when he did feel like casually talking to you here and there, the conversation would lead nowhere. So for the most part, he opted to just sit in silence and listen to others talk to you as a way of getting to know you better.

Finally the practice came to an end. Once things were all cleaned up and put away, you prepared yourself to leave with Aida. “Good work today everyone,” she announced as she casually took your hand in hers. “Y/N and I are heading out. See you tomorrow!”

“Thanks Coach, see you tomorrow,” they all replied one by one.

“Aww look they’re holding hands!” Kiyoshi called out.

“Awww,” Izuki, Koganei and Hyuga cooed, gaining a glare from Aida as you two walked out of the gym, with you holding back an embarrassed laugh.

“Well, did you like it?” Aida asked you once you were alone.

“Yeah, it was pretty fun. They’re all quite... unique.”

Aida laughed, “Yeah that’s one way to put it. I’m glad you liked it. You should join in more.”

“I wouldn’t mind, I just don’t know how many more questions about our relationship I can answer at this point,” you joked.

“Eh, don’t worry about that. Just say the word and I’ll get them to zip it,” Aida said confidently.

She was really happy that you seemed to fit in well with the team though. For a moment she was worried that springing something up like this to a bunch of teenage boys would cause a lot of chaos and discomfort, but she was pleasantly surprised by how well they seemed to take it. If anything, they seemed excited and thrilled by the news.

For the rest of the night, Aida wore a big smile on her face. How could she not? She was walking hand in hand with the person she loved, after coaching a team of people who seemed to be very considerate of her feelings. She was the happiest person in the world that evening. And seeing her that happy only made your heart fill with joy.

[waywardnerd67]

Star Crossed: Shining Star

Summary: Between filming and conventions, Jensen Ackles hardly has a moment to himself. During a panel one weekend he learns that his favorite band’s lead singer is a fan of his. Encouraged by his best friend, Jensen steps out of his comfort zone and reaches out to her on social media. That one decision throws his entire world into a whirlwind adventure. Pairing: No Pairing Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 1595 A/N: None

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Jensen Ackles walked into his apartment kicking off his shoes by the door. Thankful to be done filming for the week and looking forward to not having to travel too far for the convention this weekend. He loved meeting fans and performing on Saturday nights. There were some weeks where he wished he could relax in his apartment and not have to worry about traveling.

Deciding a night of Netflix and pizza was in order, Jensen took a quick shower then put on some sweats with a t-shirt. He had settled in with his pizza with The Witcher series pulled up to watch when his phone started buzzing.

“No Jared, I don’t want to come out.”

Laughter came ringing through the speaker, “Jackles, it’s only a few crew and myself chilling at our normal spot. Come out for a little while.”

“What part of no don’t you understand? The N or the O?” Jensen rubbed his forehead hearing everyone behind Jared chanting his name, “Buddy, I’m showered and in for the evening. I’ll make it up to y’all tomorrow night.”

“Fine old man, see you tomorrow.”

He groaned, ending the call and no longer interested in the show on Netflix. Turning off the tv, he walked over to his record player turning on the band he had been listening to on repeat. He discovered Wayward Stars a few years ago when a fan gifted him their cd. They were a hard rock, alternative metal band with lyrics that spoke to the soul. Also, the lead singer was drop dead gorgeous.

There had been late night shoots he would turn on one of their albums listening to (Y/N) (Y/L/N)’s voice letting it seep into the far reaches of his mind. As he sat in his apartment alone, he allowed his mind to wander of singing with her on stage one day. Making a mental note to talk with Creation and Rob Benedict about getting her to come to Vegas for SNS. For now, he let the music flow over him well into the night.

The next day, Jensen slept in until he heard Clif knocking on his door. Twenty minutes later, he was walking down to the lobby where Jared was sitting with his eyes closed.

“Hey Jared!” He yelled.

Jared jumped falling off the chair he was on. Jensen and Clif started laughing as he mumbled curses under his breath getting off the floor.

“Not funny and I will get you back.” Jared’s eyes narrowed on him.

“I’m sure you will, big guy. Now, can we get on with our day?”

They had a few interviews at the studio and some meetings before they had to get ready for the concert that night. Since the convention was in Vancouver and there was no traveling, Jensen had agreed to sing that night. He was excited to perform new songs and to be in front of the fans. As they pulled into the studio parking lot, he sighed knowing it was going to be a long day ahead of him.

It was near six o’clock when Jensen arrived back at his apartment to get ready for the night. Once again, he turned on his favorite Wayward Stars song, A Light in the Dark. It was a slower song with beautiful lyrics and then a killer riff in the end. He was in his room, singing when he heard his door open. Only two people had a key to his place and he only needed one guest to know who was walking in.

“Really? Wayward Stars again?” Jared flopped down on his couch.

“I can’t help it that you have horrible taste in music.” He chuckled.

“I like the band… just not 24/7 like you.”

He rolled his eyes, shutting off his record player, “Don’t judge me. Now come on and let’s go hang out with the fam.”

Saturday Night Special was exactly that, special. Especially when they were in Vancouver. The cast and crew seemed to cut loose a little more backstage. He was catching up with Matt Cohen when they called him to get ready to go on stage. Jared and Misha were standing by the stage to watch as Rob called him up on stage.

There was nothing more exhilarating than being hit with a roar of an audience. An electric current steady ran down his body over the next fifteen minutes as he performed. When he walked off stage, as promised, he celebrated with Jared, Misha and others until the early hours of morning.

Their early morning panel was rough as the coffee worked through knocking out the whiskey from his system. The last question of their morning panel came from a young lady wearing a Wayward Stars shirt.

“Love your shirt.” Jensen smiled.

“We get it Ackles, you’re their biggest fan.” Jared jokes.

The fan laughed, “Actually my question is about them. SPN family loves this band since they are fans of the show. Wondering if you ever had a chance to meet them or if they could be invited to a SNS show?”

“Go on fanboy…”

Jensen rolled his eyes, “I would love to meet them one day and have them come perform during Saturday Night Special. I’m forever thankful to the fan who gave me their cd a couple of years ago. Many, many a night their music has kept me sane during shooting. So yeah, definitely would love to meet them.”

“I would love for Jensen to meet them so I can film it and post it on social media for everyone to see him fanboy all over (Y/N).”

The crowd ohhh as Jensen glared at Jared, “Alright, alright… I think we have to get going now. We will see y’all later.”

Waving as they walked off the stage. As soon as they were on the stairs, Jensen punched his friend in the shoulder.

“Ow!”

“You deserve that.” Jensen could hear Jared laughing all the way to the green room.

The rest of the convention went without a hitch. Monday morning brought a whole new week of filming. Jensen was in his trailer when his phone buzzed seeing a text from Jared.

He pulled up his app, seeing a few friends tagging him in a post from a girl named Addy. Clicking on the YouTube link surprised to see (Y/N) watching him sing from SNS.

“I can’t help it. He’s gorgeous and talented and the perfect man.” She threw her arm over her eyes dramatically pretending to faint.

Text flashed on the screen, “#1 Jensen Ackles Fangirl”

He sat there stunned for a moment watching the video again. He could not wrap his mind around that she was a big fan of his. He knew the band liked the show, but to think he was perfect? His heart thumped against his chest as his shaking hands typed a message back to Jared.

Jensen took a few deep breaths before typing a Tweet then deleting it. He typed another one and deleted it. The third time he hit post and immediately regretted it, sounding like an idiot. Within minutes he received a notification from (Y/N) on Twitter.

Before he could reply, Jared was calling him, “Are you freaking out?”

“N-No… maybe, yes.” He stammered.

Jared’s laughter filled his ear, “Oh my god I wish I could see your face right now. This is your chance to make all your dreams come true.”

“I’m hanging up now, Jerk.”

“See you in an hour, Bitch.” Jared was still laughing as Jensen ended the call.

He watched the video a few more times and sent another Tweet out to (Y/N) after following her page. He went on all his social media making sure he was following her before realization hit that it seemed stalkerish.

“Jay, calm your roll.” He muttered to himself.

Putting his phone down, he tried to go over his lines for the next scene they were shooting. When he could not concentrate then he buckled, putting in his earbuds and turning on Wayward Stars. His hands were still trembling as he tried to control his fan moment.

Over the next several weeks, Jensen and (Y/N) were chatting all over social media. He posted a picture on Instagram tagging her in holding up her vinyl record.

Finally, he gathered the courage to ask for her number in a DM to chat with her more in private. Since their fans were going nuts over their new friendship. Now they would text each other everyday like they had known each other forever. She would tell him about her shows and cities she was in. He would chat about filming without spoiling anything for her. The only thing he wished could happen was their schedules to sync up so they could meet.

That thought ran through his mind everyday especially when he was at conventions like the upcoming weekend in his hometown. Thursday night, he was on a plane heading to Dallas when a notification popped up on his phone from (Y/N) posting on Twitter.

“Not next to me.” He mumbled snapping a picture of himself before replying to her Tweet.

He knew where she was off too after they had talked earlier in the day. They were still a thousand miles apart but closer than they had ever been since their friendship had begun. Settling back into his seat, he enjoyed listening to Wayward Stars newest song released that week.

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[spookysmujer]

Simple Things, O. Diaz

Summary: Oscar get jealous upon seeing you enjoying a conversation with another guy.

warnings: angst, Jealous!Oscar, cute s h e t /ending😋

word count: 1.2K

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“Hey, have you seen Spooky?”

Sad Eyes briefly looks at you then around the bustling backyard of a summer bash. He shrugs his shoulder, “He was here, think he dipped because he saw you warming up the pendejo.”

You close your eyes for a brief moment to scratch the back of your head. He only chuckles and steps away from you. Tonight was suppose to be a fun and chill. The Santos love to hit up summer parties around the block, usually to hit up the now legal hynas fresh outta high school. Not for Oscar though because he has you. 

The relationship between you and Oscar has been complicated from the get go. It didn’t start off simple and definitely had you questioning your ability to hold a decent relationship especially in moments like these. Oscar’s insecurities getting the best of him. Not to mention, he is horrible at opening up about his feelings.

You’re checking your phone for any messages and missed calls from him but nothing. As you squeeze your way past the alcohol infested teens to the front yard, you stand to check for his cherry red impala. And just as it was when you rolled up, parked against the curb a few houses down with a smoking Oscar leaning against it.

“Hey, you.” He looks up from his phone and tucks it away as you approach him. His gaze averts from you as you are now besides him, leaning into his side, “Why’d you dip?”

Oscar clears his throat and sits up off of his car, “Thought you had all the company you needed, looks like you did with Bryan or whatever his fuckin’ name is.”

You huff and cross your arms over your chest, moving off him and in front of him. He looks down at you then takes a drag of his cigarette. You form a face of disgust, “When you gonna stop smoking those cancer sticks, hm?”

An amused expression forms on his face as he places it between his lips to take another drag, “When you stop hanging with other guys. I’ll probably be waiting forever with that one.”

“Really? You’re gonna act like this? The one night we can hang out with no shit to handle tomorrow but you want to be a dick instead.” You face and voice carry much frustration. You huff and begin to walk away when not even a second later, “Don’t walk away from me.”

Your hold your middle finger in the air with your back to him.

Suddenly, his hand is gripping your upper arm and pulling you back. You stumble and pull your arm away as he looks down at you with that signature Spooky look.

“I’ll walk away if I please. I don’t know why you get so jealous. All I was doing was talking to guy about school and stuff. Is that so bad or are you the only specimen of the opposite sex that I can have contact with?”

He cracks a smile, looking away for a brief moment then back to you, “You don’t think it looked like something to everyone else around you? Laughing and doing the cute punch shit. If it looks like something to me, it looks like something to others.”

“And you started caring about other’s opinion when? Tonight? I’m sorry people have wronged you in the past, Oscar. I really am, I despise them for doing it to you but I am not one of them. I wouldn’t do that to you. If I was interested in someone else, I’d have the decency to tell you that. It’s not what I was doing that’s the problem here. It’s you and the way you think.”

Oscar looks down and you see his adam’s apple bob.He’s probably feeling guilty right about now, “Can’t help I much I feel for you, seeing you like that pisses me off.”

“You can control the way you think of me though. You really believe I would be that kind of girl with you? Hm? We’ve been through hell together. We’ve got through a lot of your issues together, it took you nearly a year to label me as your novia. I stuck around even then when you’d push me away and treat me like a random hyna. But I did it because I love you.” You sigh as you let out the frustrations.

You rub circles into your forehead and blink away an tears that threaten to spill over. Whenever you get upset, your emotions try to overrun, He looks around for a brief moment and scratches the back of his head, a small smile creeping onto his lips. You see the smug look on his face and cross your arms over your chest, “I’m serious!”

He finally lets off a laugh and licks his lips to peer down at you, his hands in pockets. Oscar tilts his head to the side and peers at you, truly fascinated that he got a girl who loves him with such passion and continues to stick around even when the going gets rough,

“I love you too, mamas. That’s why I act this way. Because in some fucked up way, the universe said that you could be mine. And I still disbelieve it to this day. You’re way out of my league. I just.. I know if a guy comes along and is that much better than me then I’m out.” He confesses, the smug look disappearing and his face now saturated with discomfort.

It’s your turn to form a smug look on your face. Oscar is a man of a few words but it’s not like he doesn’t get mushy sometimes. When he does though, it’s like you’re fire. You’re heart is set ablaze with intense feelings that you feel like you’ve never felt before. And in moments like this, his insecurities give you a soft spot for his irritating ass.

“Oscar, I can promise you. If a richer, more... toned man has woo’d me and given me everything I have ever dreamed. Promised me a home in LA or got me my dream car? I wouldn’t be happy. Because you’re the one for me. You are it. I want things with you. I want to build a life with you, a home and someday a family. Doesn’t have to be in the order, “You both laugh, nerves obvious as you inhale a deep breath.

“You’re it for me. I can’t tell you in words how much I want you and will want you til i’m wrinkling and ugly. I’ve wanted you then and I want you now.”

He takes a deep breath in and steps closer to you. You instinctively wrap your arms around his waist, tipping your head back to get a look up at him. He puckers his lips and you press yours against him, breathing him in.

When you break the kiss apart, he remove his hands from his pockets and steps back, you squeal as his lifts you off your feet and onto his shoulder “Osc- babe!”

“Gotta get started on that family, not in order remember?” He jogs down the sidewalk towards his house, abandoning his car all at once. Laughter erupting from the both of you.

[hellsbedroom]

Arvin Russell // NSFW Alphabet

arvin russell x reader

Masterlist

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Arvin needs a minute to recover, not gonna lie. He rests his forehead to yours and breathes the moment in. He’ll hold your cheek or squeeze your hand and whisper, “that was so good.” Then he always cleans you up with a damp rag and offers to get you a glass of water before laying back down. The afterglow is blissful, with your hand tracing shapes on his chest as he speaks softly and you doze off together.

B = Body part (favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

He never really thinks about it, but he supposes he appreciates his hands. They’re strong and lean and can be so harsh to people he wants to hurt. But at the same time they can be so soft with people he loves, especially you. He loves how you don’t mind the calloused pads of his fingers tracing over your skin after a long day at work.

And your legs could knock him flat any day. He loves their shape and how they look under any dress you’re wearing. He especially loves how good your legs feel when they’re draped over his hips when you straddle him. Squeezing your thighs is one of his favorite things in the world.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

If he can’t cum inside you, Arvin loves to cum on your chest. When you go down on him and let him drench your naked chest in cum he almost loses it. You just look so pretty and in love with him. He’s always good about cleaning it up after, especially if it got on any of your clothes. But even so, a little mess never hurt nobody ;)

D = Dirty secret (an interesting dirty secret of theirs)

He thinks about your lips all the time. Especially sitting in church, when things are supposed to be holy. He’ll dream of the curve of your lower lip or the new lipstick color you wore the day before. Thoughts of messing up that lipstick by making out or your pretty lips wrapped around his length always follow.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a little experience with a girl or two when he was in high school. Making out, fondling, he’s not totally new to the idea. But with you is the first time he really explores someone. And he’s a fast learner. It doesn’t take him long to figure out what makes you tick and where he can kiss you to make you moan like that. 

F = Fantasy (what’s their favorite fantasy/roleplay?)

Arvin will indulge in a nurse roleplay sometimes. You saunter in the room in a little white outfit with the red crosses and pretend to take care of him a bit (he answers everything with a smirk and “yes ma’am”) before he’s kissing you everywhere and trying to get the damn dress off. You take care of him so much in real life that a little fantasy play is the perfect way to spice things up.

G = Goofy (are they more serious or goofy in the moment?)

He can be playful with foreplay, anything to make you smile even while you’re just making out or trying to get your clothes off. But as things progress, he gets more serious. He wants to make sure you’re enjoying yourself and is so in awe of you that he sobers up and gets to work when you’re between the sheets.

H = Hair (how groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes?)

He’s not really worried about grooming, but he’ll trim if he knows that’s what you prefer.

I = Intimacy (how are they in the moment, romantic aspect)

A huge romantic. Arvin won’t always set up flowers or candles but he’s so focused on being close to you that everything else fades away. He gives constant praise and keeps his eyes locked on yours when you need it most. His favorite thing is to always be holding your hand if possible, and squeezing when either of you reaches climax. It’s a way to anchor himself to you because the moment is so important.

J = Jackoff (about masturbation)

A guy’s gotta get stress relief somehow. Especially if y’all spend a few days apart. He’ll pull one out in the shower thinking of the last time he saw your figure splayed out beneath him. Sometimes you’ll leave a few racy polaroids for him to find and they become a treasured part of the routine.

K = Kink (any kinks)

Marking you with bite marks or hickies — where no one can see, of course. Slight daddy kink (saying “c’mon daddy” will end him). Pulling his hair makes him grin and now he’s sure to keep those locks long. And of course a praise kink!!! Breathlessly moaning that he feels so good, he’s hitting the right spot, that you love him and he’s doing such a good job. All of it will send him in a tizzy.

L = Location (favorite place to do it)

His car! It gives the two of you the most privacy when you can go park in a clearing far away from everyone else. You’ve figured out just the right way to lay on the seat to make it work and Arvin hovering closely over you is nice anyway. And it gives him a little pride when he’s driving alone and thinks back to all the things you’ve done on those seats.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

A pretty new dress will do it, but what gets him most of all is when you sass him. Getting playful, sarcastically quipping at him, and teasing him with a twinkle in your eye. He cocks his head in surprise but loves it deep down. It makes him mutter “c’mere you” and chase you around, which always ends hot and heavy.

N = NO (something they won’t do, turn offs)

Hitting your face. It’s too degrading and he couldn’t bear it if he hurt you. 

O = Oral (giving and receiving)

Arvin is so eager to please, he wants to do right by you and one of the best ways he’s found is by fervently going down on you. Hearing the sounds you make and feeling you quiver around him sends him over the moon.

But you on your knees for him is a real pretty sight, too. You can make any bad day fade away with the things you do to him. He’ll never admit it, but he loves when you tease him, keeping him on the edge and driving him wild.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

If either of you have had a hard day, or you’re barely hidden in his car like giddy teenagers, he’ll be quicker and rougher. You’re breathing fast, his chest has a sheen of sweat, and his teeth glint in the darkness as he grins and takes you like there’s no tomorrow. Otherwise he’s on the slower side, taking his time to do it right. Burying himself in every inch of your form is important and you’re one of the most precious things in his life so he doesn’t like to be harsh. 

Q = Quickie (opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He has no real need for quickies; if he wants to fuck then he’s gonna do it properly and not let anyone rush him along. Especially if you’ve found a good secluded spot in the woods. Rushing it doesn’t allow him to fully appreciate you and your body anyway. On occasion it’ll happen if he has to head out to a work site for a few days and you can’t resist having him one more time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment?)

He’s not too keen on being risky other than maybe being caught out in the woods. He likes stability when he finds it. You’re the one who has to shyly bring up new ideas in the bedroom and he might be a little hesitant, but he’s willing to try anything once. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Early in the relationship Arvin busts quickly, he can’t help it. But now he can last decently long, especially because he follows the cardinal rule of getting you off first. And for stamina? The man is like an ox. As long as he has a bit of a breather between each round he can go for as long as you want.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them on a partner or themselves?)

You won’t find a lot of sex toys in 1960s small town America. Mostly he likes knowing he can get you off by himself anyway. But if you visit a big city and come back with a vibrator to play around with, he wouldn’t be opposed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Usually Arvin gets right down to business, but he can get in moods where he’s a real tease. In public he’ll stick to pinching or swatting your ass when he’s in that mood. When you’re alone he’ll taunt, “you like that, pretty girl?” when he can tell you’re really enjoying yourself. Hearing you beg for him when he’s endlessly teasing makes his eyes blow wide and he can’t help but give in to you. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Surprisingly, he’s not quiet. He’s no screamer but you will definitely hear that he’s having a good time. He’ll groan deep in his chest when you nip at his neck or when he’s sinking into you, and he’ll gasp your name near the finish. And he’s always talking to you in between, murmuring how good it feels.

W = Wildcard (random headcanon)

When he’s drunk: Arvin finds everything funny when he’s drunk. He chuckles at anything you do and will even take your hand and make you spin for him just so he can admire you. He leans on you more, burying his face in the crook of your neck even if you’re with friends and family. You’re always so happy to see him let loose and relax for a bit.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s in those pants)

He’s an average length and fairly girthy. Fills you up well. There’s also a curve to it that does wonders for you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Moderate. He can sometimes be really eager to get his hands on you, especially if you spend the weekend apart or something like that. Or he’ll sneak into your room late after you’ve gone on a date just to taste you again. But some days he just enjoys being around you with no pressure to perform in any way. 

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It varies. Sometimes Arvin will be out like a light as soon as he knows you’re satisfied and cleaned up. Other times he lays awake worrying for your safety or a dozen other things, and those nights you’re there to hold him and whisper the anxieties away with sweet nothings.

[orbitariums]

34+35 | harry potter x black reader

hey y’all! as we know, there is a shortage of black reader harry potter fics, and i’m here to help fix that. here’s my second harry potter x black reader oneshot! i wrote one on christmas for fred weasley, and another will be coming with neville longbottom and a black slytherin reader! enjoy!!!

warnings: none, except 1 crude joke

word count: 2k

     The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with chatter and livelihood. Everyone was up late, too excited to sleep due to the fact that tomorrow was the next Dumbledore’s Army lesson with Harry and the rest of them. They had only been meeting for a very short period of time, and already had made so much progress. Winter was settling in, and the common room smelled of warm hot chocolate and peppermint treats. The fire crackled in the background, once in a while changing colors from the charm the Weasley twins had cast on it. You were sitting on top of a table in a corner of the room with your friends, your legs swinging back and forth above the ground. Although your discussion with your friends was scintillating, you were far more interested in the boy across the room, who was huddled in a tight circle with the usual people— Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

      “You gonna keep staring at Potter or are you going to say something?” joked your friend Mariah, earning a playful glare from you. 

     “Oh shut up,” you chuckled to yourself. “You know I’ve got no problem talking to that boy.”

     “Oh, believe me, we know,” retorted your other friend, Kit. 

It was safe to say you were very interested in Harry Potter, and had been for a while now. And you weren’t shy, either. You talked to him when you could, tried to show interest. Except, it was unclear whether or not he was getting the hint. You’d work until you knew he did, and knew that he wanted you too. 

     You stuck out your tongue at your teasing friends as you leapt off the table, heading over to Potter and his friends, glancing back at your friend group mischievously, a smirk etched on your lips. You reached Harry, who only looked up at you once you started talking.

     “Hey Harry,” you grinned, your eyes twinkling. 

     “Hello,” he smiled back, offering a simple wave in your direction. 

     “Hey Hermione, Ron,” you nodded at the others, so as not to be rude. They greeted you back, and then you pivoted on your heels so you were only facing Harry, placing all your attention on him. “Can’t wait for tomorrow. You have no idea what a lifesaver this has been from ‘Umbitch.’”

You earned a chuckle from Harry, and you giggled as well.

     “‘Umbitch’, I like that. Really, it was Hermione’s idea, I can’t take all the credit. But thank you,” Harry replied modestly, although he couldn’t deny the way his cheeks started to slowly heat up from your compliment.

     “I know, you’re all amazing,” you grinned. “But you’re really amazing at what you do, Harry, don’t forget that, okay?”

Harry chuckled nervously, ducking his head down and running his hands through his tousled, black hair, stammering,

     “Yeah, I-I won’t.”

You smirked, meeting his gaze for just a moment before smiling softly,

     “See you tomorrow, then?”

     “Yeah… see you,” Harry said wistfully, watching as you gave him a three-fingered wave and bounced away back over to your friends, who all began laughing and looking back at him once you returned to them. 

Harry didn’t realize he’d been staring after you until he was interrupted by the laughter of Ron and Hermione. He snapped his head away and turned to face them, his lips open in an o-shape.

     “Honestly, mate,” Ron chuckled, shaking his head. 

     “Don’t you know she likes you?” Hermione said matter-of-factly.

     “Oh, yeah,” Harry shook his head quickly, shrugging. “Me and YN, we’re… we’re friends. I think… I hope…”

He glanced over his shoulder at you, blushing when you caught him looking and just smiled at him with a shake of your head, then looking away. 

     “No, you idiot. I mean she likes you,” Hermione whacked Harry on the head with her book, trying to knock some sense into the clueless boy, who wasn’t very apt at love after all. “As in, she finds you attractive, she wants to be with you.”

     Harry’s blush went even deeper, his cheeks darkening to a rich red. He honestly hadn’t thought of it at all, he just thought you were being nice. Then again, Harry could never tell when someone liked him. Hermione had always been the one to point out the way girls stared longingly at Harry from the back tables in Potions class or otherwise. But when it came to you, it was different. It felt like more than an ego boost, because somehow, Harry knew that he liked you too. You were utterly gorgeous, smart, and there was an air of confidence about you that was missing from most of the other girls who’d liked him. You weren’t afraid to talk to him, and you knew exactly how to make the butterflies in Harry’s stomach swarm. 

     “She likes me?” Harry repeated, amazed, glancing over his shoulder at you again.

Once again Hermione knocked Harry on the head with her book, chiding him,

     “Don’t keep looking at her like a creep!”

     “Alright, alright,” Harry complained, rubbing his head. “Ow.”

     “You really didn’t know, mate?” Ron asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Harry shrugged, though he couldn’t get rid of the way that his whole body seemed to be tingling with excitement. If this really was true…

     “No. Why- why does she even…? How d’you even know?”

Hermione chuckled and rolled her eyes,

     “Anyone could see the way she looks at you.”

     “Honestly. It’s like you’re a tall glass of water and she’s been in the desert for days,” Ron added, only making Harry blush even more, if that were even possible.

Hermione glared at Ron, shaking her head,

     “Look, all we’re saying is, she likes you. And, honestly, you’re lucky she even looks at you.”

     “Hey,” Harry frowned, and Hermione shrugged,

     “It’s true. She’s incredibly smart, and she’s out of your league.”

     “Ouch, Hermione,” Harry pressed a hand to his heart.

     “No offense, mate, it’s just true. But don’t worry, she still wants to thirty four plus thirty five with you,” Ron smirked, laughing at his own joke.

     “Ronald!” Hermione whacked Ron this time, except on the arm, but he only guffawed. 

     “What’s that mean?” Harry asked in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows. 

| | |

     The Room of Requirement was bustling once again with excited witches and wizards ready to learn. You pulled up with your friend group from last night, and they were on your ass about talking to Harry again today. You shoved them away playfully, already knowing you would have him wrapped around your finger soon, if you didn’t already. 

     “Welcome, everyone!” Harry said cheerily, glancing all around the room at all the bright faces in front of him, lingering especially on yours. He looked away as if breaking out of a trance, smiling nervously. “Today, we’re going to be continuing practicing our stunning spells, and after that, we’ll be moving on to counter-spells. Thanks everyone for continuing to show up, we’re really doing great, I’m proud of you all.”

     Harry was met with uproarious applause that made him, Ron and Hermione laugh and smile. Soon enough, things were getting started, and you were all lined up in front of the target dummies, each of you practicing your wand movements to stupefy the target, which was enchanted to move towards you. If you failed, it would knock you off your feet. 

Harry was monitoring everyone, walking around and helping people out wherever he saw fit. He got to you, and swallowed hard as he approached you from behind. You could feel his touch on your shoulder, his cold hands brushing against the bare skin on your neck slightly.

     “It-it’s more like… this,” Harry said quietly from behind you as he placed another hand on your forearm and bent it slightly to a better position. 

You glanced over your shoulder at Harry, your eyes locking on one another’s. Harry looked awestruck, his eyes slightly wide and his lips slightly parted as he anticipated your response. You could feel the way he was waiting, gazing at you almost hopefully, wanting you just as much as you wanted him. Your eyes flickered up and down his face as you smirked just a bit, then offered him a smile. You turned your head back to the target, which was getting closer to you. He backed away and you performed the spell perfectly, on account of his assistance of course.

     “Good,” Harry let go of a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. 

     “Thanks,” you grinned knowingly. 

     From that moment on, you and Harry kept sharing glances for the rest of the session, not without interruption from your respective friend groups tittering about your obvious crushes on each other. The class slowly dwindled to an end, to the dismay of the many students, who were already looking forward to the next lesson. Harry said his farewell to everyone and thanked them all again, and everyone began to filter out of the room. 

You stayed behind though, lingering by the door. Hermione and Ron made their way out, saying goodbye to Harry and then to you, sharing a knowing glance. 

     “Harry,” you said, causing him to look at you. He hadn’t noticed you had stayed behind until then. 

He smiled, already getting nervous again,

     “Hey, hi, I mean… hello.”

You chuckled to yourself, folding your arms,

     “Hello.”

Harry cleared his throat, trying to get himself together and not look like such an idiot in front of you, as he was sure he did every single time,

     “Er… you- you did great today.”

You moved closer to him so you were standing in front of him, still smiling sweetly,

     “All thanks to you.”

     “Oh, I-” Harry shook his head bashfully, looking down at the floor. “No…”

     “Seriously, Harry. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Harry laughed nervously, keenly avoiding a snort,

     “Really, you’re… brilliant, already. I just… what am I?”

     “A talented, brave boy is what you are,” you replied. You thought for a moment, cocking your head to the side. “Would you mind… just showing me again— what you did last time to fix my posture? I think I could really use it one more time.”

Harry glanced up at you in surprise, blinking a few times,

     “Oh, yeah, of-of course. Erm.”

You turned around, facing the nearest target, and putting your wand at the ready. Harry was more nervous than the last time as he got behind you, inching his hands slowly towards your shoulders and your arm, shuffling in a bit closer until your bodies nearly brushed against one another’s, getting a whiff of your vanilla scent. 

     “You just, um,” Harry sighed out, distracted by everything. 

You turned suddenly so you were facing Harry, not even inches away from him. His whole body went warm, and you could see the way he was looking at you, waiting for you to make the move. 

      “You see… it’s more like this,” you repeated his words from earlier, only you weren’t showing him how to cast a spell, you were leaning into him. 

    And he was leaning in too, closer and closer until your lips touched. You could feel his breath against your skin, and he yours, as your lips connected and you were kissing. You were kissing like it was the only thing you knew how to do, the only thing you wanted to do. And for the both of you, you’d wanted it for a long time. Harry was just shit at picking up on hints. You had to quite literally show him. You pulled away, making eye contact with him and giving him a gentle smile. 

     Harry was still in shock, nearly immobile. He’d wanted this of course, but the shock stemmed from his disbelief that you could ever want him like this, too. How? When you were so beautiful and popular and self-assured, and Harry was a nervous wreck compared to you? Although he supposed now, all that didn’t matter. He had you now, and that was all he cared about.

     “Do you get it now?” you asked quietly.

Harry swallowed, his eyes darting from your lips to your eyes, 

     “Yeah.”

      “Good,” you grinned, and leaned in again.